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cabotwife · 8 months ago

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FIRST POST FROM ONE OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS!!!! GO CHECK THIS OUT!

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dedicated to the lovely @cabotwife , thank you so much for helping me with this fic ! the quality would be 100% worse without your input, i hope you like it <33

warnings: canon typical violence/death, small amount of swearing 3.5k words

“Please, Clarisse. For my siblings, for camp, please.” Silena’s voice was desperate, begging. Her hands were clasped in front of her, blue eyes pleading. But she wouldn’t relent. “No, Lena. I won’t risk my siblings. We won’t fight in a war we can’t win. I won’t send them to die.” Clarisse folded her arms resolutely, watching as the other girl’s face morphed from anguish to frustration, and back to her misery. It had been back and forth like this for hours, ever since Silena had returned to camp. She hated seeing Silena like this, but there was no choice. It was safer here, and the idiots that went to fight would have to fend for themselves.

“Clarisse, please-”

“No, Silena. I already said no.” “Clarisse, you’re being unreasonable. Without you, they will all die. Please.” Silena’s eyes grew glassy, welling up with tears Clarisse knew she wouldn’t be afraid to shed. She had never stood much chance against Silena, but she wouldn’t relent. Not this time.

“Then they die. I don’t care.”

Silena’s lips tightened into a thin line, quivering, blinking hard as she shook her head. “You’re such a fucking coward.” she spat, as she turned and left, marching away. Clarisse heaved a sigh, putting her head in her hands, before balling them up into fists, digging her nails into her palms for some semblance of relief from the anger and frustration that swirled in her chest. Stupid Aphrodite girl, didn’t she see what Clarisse was trying to do? She was keeping them safe, protecting them from the inescapable death that would consume them all if they joined the fight.

It was almost funny how quickly they had fallen apart since Silena arrived. When Clarisse had seen her, alive and in one piece at the camp border, she had almost collapsed in relief. The daughter of Aphrodite had leaned into her, soft lips brushing her cheek. Despite her bruised body, her eyes had glimmered with the light that was only reserved for her, pale blue as the ribbon in her hair.

Almost three hours had passed before Silena started asking her to join the fight. Three, blissful hours with her at her side, under her protection, fed, safe, and clean. Three hours with the only person that really mattered, their faces so close together, lean arms around her neck. “Come fight.” Silena had said, her voice silky and soft, the words whispered into her ear. Clarisse had been so, so tempted. ‘Yes.’ was all she had had to say. ‘Of course, anything for you.’ But some part of her mind must have cleared, the haze thinning. Instead, she had jerked back, stumbling away from the embrace that had been so soft, so sweet only moments before.

Then they started arguing, and the rest was history.

Clarisse half sat, half fell onto the ground, groaning. Why was there a war in her lifetime? It was ridiculous. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and just as sleep was about to wash over her tired body, a voice called her name. “Clarissa!”

Eyes snapping open, she recognized Chris. She raised her eyebrows in question, and he smiled at her softly. Familiar shame flooded through her veins at his gentle face. How could she have been so close to Silena earlier? She was Chris’s girlfriend.

“What’s up?”

“What are you doing on the ground, Clarisse?” he asked, his smile teasing.

“I can do what I damn want on the ground, Chris.”

The regret was instant. His face fell, eyes worried, searching her for an answer. “What’s wrong?”

She took a breath. “Nothing. It’s fine. What did you want?”

“Uh, we were going to patrol now, remember?” he swallowed, as if bracing himself for a retort.

“Oh, right. I’ll be right there.”

“Okay.” he lingered for a moment, before slipping away down the hill. She deserved an award for the amount of people she had managed to upset today.

Sighing, she heaved herself to her feet and stumbled down the hill, turning towards the weapons shed. Maimer was in the hands of Sherman, he was the only one of her siblings she trusted enough to take care of it for maintenance. She pushed open the creaking metal door, flipping on the hanging light. Clarisse didn’t take long to choose a weapon, her trained eyes skimming across the array of swords before snatching one up, a wide, heavy blade that had a nice swing.

She met Chris at the Thalia’s pine, and they exited the border together.

It was quite possibly one of the worst patrols ever. Chris was quiet, instead of chatty like he usually was, and Clarisse was damn miserable. Not even a single monster showed up for her to kill, to vent her anger on. After around half an hour, they decided to turn around and just head back. There was nothing to protect camp from, they might as well just go home. When they crested the hill, though, they were greeted with a camp void of any people.

They searched for the next 10 minutes, but it was completely empty, not a single person in sight. All of the chariots were gone, and her armor and spear were both missing. With every moment that passed, a pit grew deeper and deeper in her gut, and she knew exactly what had happened.

“Chris! We need to go!”

He appeared beside her and gave a stiff nod, worry flashing in his eyes. They raced to the crest of the hill, where the van lay unoccupied. Clarisse flung herself into the driver’s seat, and without even buckling in or waiting for Chris’s door to close, she turned the ignition and slammed her foot on the accelerator, throwing them both back against the seats. Her racing mind whirled to a stop as her focus narrowed to only the road in front of her, and the destination. They hurtled down the winding path, Chris letting out little yelps every time they made a turn.

Clarisse lost track of time the moment the van started moving, so she wasn’t sure how long it had taken them to arrive at one of the tunnels that led to Manhattan. At least a couple cars had been overturned or pushed to the side by the van, though, and she had half a mind to hope that there was nobody inside. The road grew too crowded to push through, and with a yell of frustration, she threw herself from the seat and started running, weaving through the cars until she emerged from the entrance of the tunnel, Chris at her side. The piercing screech of what she knew had to be a drakon echoed through the silent city, and they took off, sprinting towards the noise. Her heart seemed to be beating ice through her veins, each breath coming in sharp and aching. Her legs burned, but slowing down wasn’t an option, and she spurred herself faster, even outpacing Chris, who was blessed by his father with incredible speed.

Silena had to be okay. She was going to be fine. Clarisse was going to take her place, keep her safe, inside. It was going to be fine, she just needed to run, faster, faster.

“Clarisse!” Chris’s voice yelled. She turned, and saw him on a bike, weaving through traffic toward her. He reached out his hand and she grabbed it, hauling herself behind him. They hurtled forward, scraping cars and thumping up and down sidewalks.

The drakon shrieked again, this time much closer, louder, the sound reverberating in her ears. The ferocity of it sent them spinning onto the ground and she rolled on the impact, clutching at her ears. “Shit, shit, shit.” she muttered, picking herself back up. She pulled Chris to his feet and glanced at the bike, her thoughts whirling. It was beyond salvaging, and plus, they were close. She turned, resuming her mad dash through the town, Chris right on her heels. Her muscles screamed for relief, and she knew they would bring her hell tomorrow. If there even was a tomorrow.

She rounded the corner in time to see the drakon writhe and smash into a building. The stolen chariots circled the beast, though a few lay broken on the street. Her eyes scanned the scene, and she recognized someone in her armor charging the beast. Silena.

Her joints throbbed, her knees shaking from her relentless pounding against the concrete. “Silena!” she screamed, her voice tearing from her lungs, too hoarse from her lack of breath. “Silena!”

And then it happened.

Silena glanced at her, and in her moment of distraction, the drakon reared high into the air, spitting poison directly at her. She fell from the chariot with a cry, arms flailing.

“NO! No, no no no no!” Clarisse yelled, closing the distance between them before stumbling to a stop, her legs giving way beneath her. Her vision blurred, and Silena trembled beneath her, her blue eyes wide and terrified. She cradled the girl’s broken body, desperately trying to pry the melting armor from her face. A screech split the air, and she looked up, holding Silena tight. Percy Jackson was fighting the thing. They were safe, all she needed to do was take the armor off and get her some ambrosia, and everything would be okay.

“Silena,” she sobbed, and her chest shook with the force of it. “You stupid, stupid girl.” Silena’s blue eyes welled with tears, her shaky fingers reaching for Clarisse’s. In the end, that’s what they all were, wasn’t it? Scared children, reaching for someone to come save them. But she was here, and she was going to save Silena. She just had to get this stupid helmet off, and it would be fine again. People began to crowd them, hands reaching for Silena. Clarisse almost bit them, until she realized what they were doing. Steadier fingers than hers began to unclasp the pieces of armor, pulling the steaming metal from Silena’s body.

A thunderous crash rumbled through the street, and Clarisse glanced up long enough to see the drakon’s head slam into a building. It tugged itself out, and Chris screamed for Percy to move, when did Chris get there? before it turned to face them. The beast began to rear up off the ground. Hatred pumped her blood to almost boiling, and she snatched her spear, which lay on the ground a few feet away, charging at the stupid thing. Her mind seemed almost distant, her instincts guiding her. “YOU WANT DEATH?” she screamed. “ WELL COME ON!”

This was the monster that had attacked Silena, that was trying to kill Silena, and half of her siblings. It struck the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth, but she rolled out of the way, leaping at its face. She plunged the pointed tip at its good eye, the shaft splintering beneath her hands. Electricity exploded from the spear, over the drakon, dissolving its flesh. Clarisse threw herself off of it, rolling to her feet. Over by Silena’s side, someone had finally managed to remove her helmet.

Her pretty face was melted, features twisting beyond repair. Silena’s breath shuddered, and she knew that if the girl could see herself now, she would have cried. Around her, bodies stiffened with shock, but she knelt beside Silena, taking her face in her hands.

“What were you thinking?” she sniffled, cradling her head softly. Silena’s mouth moved silently for a moment, before her voice cracked out. “You… wouldn’t listen… cabin would… only follow you.”

“So you stole my armor.” she almost laughed in disbelief, choking on her sobs. “You waited until Chris and I went out on patrol; you stole my armor and pretended to be me.” she suddenly became disgustingly aware of her siblings around her, jerking her head up to glare at them. “And NONE of you noticed?”

Shame flickered across their faces, but Clarisse didn’t care. They had let this happen. She was about to stand up to throttle them, but Silena’s voice drew her attention back to her. “Don’t blame them… they wanted to believe I was you.”

She had tried to push it aside. To deny it, to blame it on everybody else. It was easier that way, to be angry. Anger was simple. Something went wrong, and you blame it on somebody, take out everything on them. But the truth was there. Silena lay dying because she had refused to come fight. If she had agreed, everything would have been fine. “You stupid Aphrodite girl,” she sobbed. “You charged a drakon. Why?”

“All my fault…” Silena murmured, a tear sliding off the side of her face. “The drakon, Charlie’s death… camp endangered-”

“Stop it!” she snapped. “That’s not true!” But Silena betrayed her, her hand opening up to reveal a small scythe charm in the center of her palm. Her stomach dropped.

“You were the spy.” Percy Jackson said, his voice stiff and cold. Silena gave a small nod.

“Before… before I liked Charlie, Luke was nice to me. He was so… charming. Handsome. Later, I wanted to stop helping him, but he threatened to tell. He promised… he promised I was saving lives. fewer people would get hurt. He told me he wouldn’t hurt… Charlie. He lied to me.”

Luke Castellan. She remembered that, all the times Silena had snuck away to meet him in private. Clarisse had asked her about it and she had just said, “It’s a secret,” in a teasing tone. But she had also sounded afraid, terrified of someone finding out. She wondered if Silena had asked Luke to keep her safe too.

Silena’s blue eyes were wet, searching Clarisse’s face. She cupped her hand on her cheek, brushing the tears away from her scared eyes. “Go.” she instructed, looking up at her siblings. “Help the centaurs. Protect the doors. GO!”

They scrambled away without protest. Silena heaved a shaky breath, the fingers of her other hand locked in a death grip around Clarisse’s wrist. “Forgive me.” she whispered.

“You’re not dying!” her voice was shriller than it usually was.

“Charlie…” she said, her gaze shifting from her to the dark sky. “See Charlie.”

Her fingers loosened from her wrist, bright blue eyes going blank. Stillness echoed through the city, and Clarisse was almost certain her heart stopped in time with the dead girl’s. Her mind grasped for something, anything. Instead, she doubled over with sobs, clinging to Silena’s ruined face, wailing on the cold street. She felt a hand at her shoulder, and she pulled herself away, hunching further over Silena. This wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Silena would blink in a moment, demand for some nectar in her sweet, bossy tone, and it would all be okay.

Finally, she pulled back, looking over her broken body. Annabeth Chase leaned over and gently closed Silena’s eyes, which tore out another choking sound from her throat.

“We have to fight.” the girl said, and there was almost comfort in the fact that her gray eyes were spilling tears too. “She gave her life to help us. We have to honor her.”

“She was a hero.” Clarisse’s voice cracked, but she looked up at them, almost begging. “She was a hero, understand? A hero.”

Percy Jackson nodded. “Come on, Clarisse.”

Slowly, she picked herself up, gently resting Silena’s head against her balled up jacket. She produced a coin from her pocket, and tugged the girl’s lower jaw down, placing the money beneath her tongue. “Safe passage.” she whispered, kissing her forehead softly.

As she rose to her feet, her grief morphed into a more familiar feeling, burning, hot, melting her insides. Rage took hold of her body, and she didn’t fight it, letting it wash over her, consume her thoughts. There was comfort in the way that it burned through her body, boiling her blood. She snatched up a sword from one of her siblings, marching over to one of the few intact chariots. “Kronos is going to pay.”

They didn’t stand a chance. She rode towards the enemy lines, bulldozing anything in her path. Her sword slashed through monsters like a knife through some fucked up butter. Around and around she went, tearing through them, seething hot anger churning in her body and mind. Once they had retreated a few blocks down, and the others were attacking, she turned around, back to the drakon and the fallen body of Silena Beauregard. She lashed a line through its eye sockets, attaching it to her chariot. With a roar of rage, she charged back at the monsters racing round the remains of the battalion.

The drakon’s body was both terrifying and deadly. It crushed through the monsters, smashing them into the ground. She continued to scream insults at the beasts as they shrieked in terror, running away. Running away from her.

That thought brought wicked satisfaction, vindication coursing side by side with the fire in her blood. A second layer of anger, of hunger for destruction encircled her, and she recognized the presence of her father, roaring his rage beside her.

“I AM CLARISSE, DRAKON-SLAYER!” she screamed. “I will kill you ALL! Where is Kronos? Bring him out! Is he a coward?”

Distantly, she heard voices telling her to stop. But they didn’t matter, because she was going to tear Kronos limb from limb. Another voice was begging alongside theirs, a softer voice, sweet and melodic. “What’s the matter, Titan-lord?” Clarisse yelled. “BRING IT ON!”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of gold, and through her peripheral vision she saw a man, his bronzed skin shiny in the light, riding a chariot beside her. He wore an Ancient Greek chiton, and his golden hair blew back from his face with the speed at which he was driving. He looked at her, greek fire blazing in his eyes.

He turned back to face the front, and spurred his horses faster, sand kicking up beneath the wheels. Wait, sand? She looked at him again, harder, and saw his chariot properly. It was made of wood and metal, very much a classic model. And at the back, tied to his chariot, a dead man’s body dragged along behind him. The man driving bellowed insults forward at an enemy she realized wasn’t the same as the one she was charging.

His image flickered, and for a moment, the man changed, bronze face spattered with blood, an arrow embedded into the back of his foot. Blood spilled from his mouth, and his green eyes were distant. Then he was gone, leaving her to stare blankly at the space where Achilles had rode beside her.

She wasn’t sure when she had been frozen, nor when she was defrosted. Clarisse was only able to put her thoughts back into coherence as Ares approached her. “That’s my girl!” he bellowed, ruffling her hair. “The best warrior I’ve ever seen! That drakon-slaying? THAT’S what I’m talking about!”

Part of her wanted to lean into him, to soak up the praise like sunlight. His sneering face was smiling, for once, and she couldn’t help but think that if he was like this more often, their cabin would have a better reputation than they did.

Her mind numbed with the noise around her, the walls blurring together, and she realized that she was damn exhausted. She stumbled away from the main hall, down a road and into some small alley between two buildings. The stone was cool to the touch, and she pressed herself against it, sliding into a hunch, relief spreading through her burning chest. Eyes closing, she drifted off into the warm release of sleep.

Silena took her hand, her skin soft, and pulled her through the woods. They were running, and laughing. The forest was green, like the skin of the drakon. And all of a sudden, they weren’t running. Silena was on the ground, her eyes staring up at nothing. “Wake up!” she begged. “Silena!”

Clarisse jolted awake, head snapping back and forth. Eventually, she realized there was nobody, and she was about as safe as it got. Silena was still dead, though. Maybe this was her curse for not listening to her sooner, reliving her death over and over until she joined the daughter of Aphrodite in the underworld.

The girl’s face was burned into her mind, the way her blue eyes looked blankly at the night sky, the way her voice had rasped her final words. “Charlie… see Charlie.” she had said. Clarisse wondered if Silena had ever loved her at all. Probably not, she imagined. Not like she had. Her throat closed, and she looked down the alley in a weak attempt to prevent the tears from falling.

Silena would have liked this place, the low hanging plants and colorful flowers. The sandy colored tiles and the frequent mosaics. The sky, which was blue like her eyes, with puffy white clouds drifting in the light breeze.

She hoped Elysium was like this. Silena deserved to see the world, even if it was just a little piece of it. Yelling in the distance told her that the demigods were packing up to drive back to camp, and with a sigh, she heaved herself to her feet to join them.

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peachtarto · 10 months ago

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Now or Never

Pairing : Luke Castellan x reader

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Summary : Luke missed his chance to ask you an important question, and is painfully unaware of it.

Warnings: mostly fluff! nothing crazy- Luke is dumb, Clarisse is an overprotective bestie, talk of self-doubt etc.

Masterlist here!

A/N : thinking of making this a little series of moments in your relationship- let me know if that’s something you guys would like!

‘Don’t you think it’s a little much?’ You questioned, eyeing your own reflection with what some might call a generous amount of scrutiny.

Silena gave no indication that she’d heard and continued talking, ‘there’ll be such good food, and wine of course, lots and lot of wine..’

The pins in your hair were already beginning to ache, and you tried not to wince as she added yet another one to the elegant braid she was painstakingly creating.

‘- imagine if we made this much fuss for our birthdays,’ she continued, ‘like, I get that he’s the god of festivity but I’ve got to question why he wants to party with a load of hormonal teenagers. Not that I’m complaining, we could all use a good party.’

Silena was already dressed: a deep purple gown of silk accented with golden cuffs, and little combs fashioned like gilded laurel leaves swept her hair away from her face. She looked beautiful, and there was not a doubt in your mind that she was the daughter of Aphrodite.

She’d picked out your dress which had been a relief, a soft chiffon that seemed to float when you moved. It was simple but elegant, she’d insisted- perfect for a daughter of Athena. She’d also said that the hair should match, but it’d been half an hour since she’d started and it was starting to feel everything but simple.

‘And can you believe we’re allowed to switch tables tonight? I can’t wait! Charles said we’d sit together obviously and I’m sure the Hermes boys will join as and..’

Her smile faltered when she saw the look on your face and she quickly halted her movements, ‘oh, don’t you like it?’

‘No no, it’s beautiful!’ You stammered quickly; she’d curled and brainded your hair back in a thick, loose plait with little gold pins shimmering throughout. Even in cabin 10, her skills were unrivalled. ‘I just- do you think it’s too much?’ You questioned again.

‘Too much?’ She scoffed, and then her full lips parted in a dazzling smile, ‘of course it’s too much, that’s the point! We want every boy in this camp on their knees! Figuratively of course.’

You tried to hide the smile that tugged on your lips, ‘You’ve already got Charles drooling after you non-stop, leave some for the rest of us.’

‘Some?’ She said and grinned rather fiendishly, ‘or do you want me to leave just a certain son of Hermes for you?’

You rolled your eyes and gave her a smooth, and rather horrible gesture as she went back to toying with your hair, giggling to herself.

Silena had been the one to introduce you to Luke two years prior. She’d gracefully swept you into her circle the moment you’d arrived in camp, convinced you would be claimed by her mother too. Had Luke not intervened and taken you to cabin 11 she probably would’ve had you sleeping top to toe in her bunk; she’d reluctantly handed you over, but not before she’d seen the look that had passed between the two of you. Love at first sight she’d insisted, and maybe she’d been mistaken on his end, but she hadn’t on yours.

‘You know, he really does like you. I can tell, and you should believe me because it’s literally my thing.’ She sighed, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She pulled and prodded at a few loose hairs until she seemed satisfied, then dragged you over to the long mirror at the back of the cabin.

You didn’t know how she’d managed it, but for once you didn’t cringe at the reflection you saw and a part of you couldn’t quite believe what stared back. There was no denying she was a master at her craft.

‘You look so beautiful!’ Silena squealed, her hands clasped together in pride. Then, without warning she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug that had the air leaving your lungs. ‘Tonight’s the night, for both of us, I can feel it!’

You hoped she was right as you followed her out of the cabin, towards the glittering lights in the pavilion.

Luke stood with Charles and Chris at the edge of the party, sipping slowly on the glass of wine in his hand. He supposed Mr D had been granted a night of reprieve.

‘Seriously man, chill out,’ he whispered over Beckendorf’s shoulder, ‘she’ll be here. Keep frowning like that and you’ll pop a blood vessel.’

He could sense Charles shifting in his feet nervously and his mouth twitched slightly, he knew the feeling all too well. He’d been on edge all day too. Chris was smirking too, but his was all smugness; he’d asked Clarisse outright to attend the party with him and much to everyone’s surprise, she’d said yes immediately, which was lucky for him because the alternative would almost certainly have been the loss of a limb.

‘How can it possibly take this long to get ready?’ Charles said, turning to face Luke. It was odd to see the son of Hephaestus so flustered when he was normally immune to the whims of teenage hormones; apparently he was not at all immune to the power Silena Beauregard seemed to hold over him. ‘Maybe she’s not coming man, we should just go before- oh..’ he trailed off. His eyes went starry and Luke whipped his head around to see what had entranced his friend.

There was Silena in her finery, tossing her hair over a shoulder as she swept into the pavilion. She threw a dangerously beautiful grin at Charles who was beginning to look a little like he might faint.

‘Hi Charles,’ she offered as she sauntered over. Anyone else might’ve missed the shake in her voice, but Luke caught the slightly nervous wobble of her tone and smiled. Good for Beckendorf.

‘You look great Silena,’ he managed to cough out. He quickly eyed Luke who gave an tiny nod of approval as if to say ‘keep going buddy!’

‘I know,’ she sighed dreamily, giving a little twirl of her dress before looping her arm through Charles’ who was now definitely holding his breath. Silena giggled and patted his chest sweetly before throwing a mischievous glare at Luke, ‘Just wait till you see her, I think you’ll get a little breathless too Castellan. Now come on Charlie, let’s get a drink.’

Luke watched her lead his friend away to where Chris stood with an arm slung around Clarisse’s waist; she’d opted for a gown of stormy grey adorned with tiny silver chains, as close to armour as she could get he guessed. She looked slightly terrifying, until Chris whispered something in her ear that had a blushing like crazy and stepping even closer into his side.

‘They make a great couple, don’t you think?’

Luke spun around quickly at the sound of your voice and cursed silently, Silena had been right. All the air left his lungs in a great breath and he was instantly lightheaded at the sight of you.

Devastating was the only word that came to his mind. Truly devastating. You could’ve walked into Olympus then and there and they probably would’ve pronounced you a goddess in an instant. He was struck dumb, and silent. He wanted to say something about how beautiful you looked, or how he’d been wrapped around your delicate finger the day you’d walked into camp; instead his frantic brain settled on, ‘nice dress, did you borrow it from Silena?’

You flinched. ‘No. We were sent a trunk to pick from from her mother.’

‘Oh.’ Was all he could reply as his gaze raked over you again. ‘That’s awfully nice of her.’

‘Very.’ You said through gritted teeth, trying to stop the scarlet blush you could feel rising to your cheeks. What was his problem? It wasn’t unusual for Luke to be blunt, he always struggled to keep his opinions to himself and it had gotten you both in hot water a hundred times before; but it was unusual for him to be blunt with you.

He’d been distant all week, he’d managed to miss three sparring sessions with you and counsellor duties on several occasions. The first few times Chris had been polite enough to make excuses for him, but when the two of you walked into the arena one morning to find Luke and Travis swinging swords at eachother, he’d stayed silent. He didn’t have to tell you what was already painfully obvious. Luke wasn’t ill, and hadn’t ’slept in late’, he’d just been avoiding spending any amount of time with you. You hadn’t had any idea why; and now, standing in the pavilion with the air thinning in between you both, you were even more confused.

He ran his eyes over your dress yet another time and something seemed to snap in your chest. ‘If you’re going to keep judging my outfit,’ you managed to spit out, ‘do it at the dinner table, I’m starving and don’t have the energy to defend myself. Let’s go sit with the others.’

You span away from him so quickly you missed him opening and closing his mouth as he tried to explain himself. As you stalked towards the table your friends had gathered around you must’ve been wearing a murderous expression, because Silena quirked her eyebrow at him with a face that said ‘what did you say?’ He responded with a small shrug before slipping into the seat opposite you.

Luke tried, and failed, to catch your eye throughout dinner. Food came and went, and glasses of a sweet amber wine refilled themselves as soon as the last drop hit the drinker’s lips. Silena had made her way through at least five glasses by his count, and was whispering something in Charles’ ear that had the man choking on his strawberry tart. You’d barely touched yours, and had politely declined his offer to get you something else to drink. You’d barely touched your dinner either, pushing things around your plate with your fork until Connor had unceremoniously dumped the contents of it onto his own. He felt he should apologise for his brother’s behaviour, but when he’d tried, you’d turned to watch the campers dancing by the fire.

The soft light from the flames flickered over the planes of your face and he knew he shouldn’t stare, but after starving himself of you for almost a week, he was finding it hard to look away. If he was honest with himself, it had been almost impossible to endure. You’d spent almost every day together for two years; a week apart had him feeling like he was missing a limb.

But a week apart was better than a week of watching male campers saunter up to you in a flurry of proposals. He’d managed to stick around long enough to see two Ares boys crash and burn and that was more than enough. If the failures were that bad, seeing you agree to attend the party with someone would probably have finished him off. He wondered which insufferable git you’d given in to, which one you’d been stood up by.

Curious, he leaned forward and asked loud enough to get your attention- ‘where’s your date?’

You slid your eyes away from the dancers and faced Luke. He was toying with the stem of his glass. Your throat tightened, and your face warmed uncomfortably. ‘I don’t have one.’

‘What?’ He asked incredulously.

‘Loads of people came alone Luke.’ You said replied quietly, keenly aware of the sudden silence of the conversations between everyone else at the table. ‘It’s not a big deal.’

‘I know, I just thought you would’ve put someone out of their misery. Every guy at camp must’ve asked you.’

‘Almost every guy.’ Chris whispered into his drink, rolling his eyes.

‘A few asked, yes.’ You murmured.

‘And you came alone anyway?’

You could’ve sworn Chris was wincing now, and Clarisse had the good sense to find the lights strung above the tables incredibly interesting all of a sudden. Silena however, looked like she was about to explode. You didn’t even know where to begin, your cheeks weren’t warm anymore, they were burning.

‘Yes.’ You ground out, hoping he’d take the hint and keep his mouth shut for once.

Luke went to speak, but Charles cut in before he could begin. ‘We should go dance!’ He declared, slapping his knees over-enthusiastically and standing so quickly he nearly toppled over his chair. The others rose with murmurs of agreement, eager to get away from what was becoming an increasingly awkward conversation.

‘You guys go ahead,’ you said, rising from your chair ‘I’m going to get some fresh air.’

You hoped no one would mention that you were already outside, surrounded by fresh air, and thankfully no one did. Silena gave you an apologetic look but you shook it off. The lights suddenly seemed much too bright, and the table of your friends was starting to feel like an audience to your embarrassment. As they all walked towards the fire you began in the opposite direction, lifting your dress slightly to allow your feet to travel quickly towards the cabins.

Luke felt Silena’s hand meet the back of his head in a swift slap before he could reach out to stop it.

‘You are as dense as old bread Castellan!’ She hissed as he cradled his neck. The boys were looking at him disapprovingly, but Clarisse was just glaring at him like she was sizing him up for a fight.

‘Chris where’s my knife?’ She asked coldly, holding her hand out in her boyfriend’s direction.

‘Woah- what did I do?’ Luke exclaimed, which earned him a hard flick right in the centre of his forehead. Whoever said Aphrodite’s children weren’t vicious fighters was beginning to sound like a goddam liar, he thought.

‘Do you know how many guys she turned down for tonight?’ Silena continued, ‘almost every guy at camp! And do you know why Captain No Clue?’

Luke just stared blankly until she let out an exasperated sigh. ‘Because she was waiting for you to ask her! I was hoping you’d pull your finger out by the end of the week but you didn’t, and you let her come alone.’

He flinched. Silena’s face tightened and her dark eyes flicked to Charles. Something unsaid flashed between them before she turned her gaze back on Luke; her anger was gone, replaced with something strangely close to pity.

‘You wanted to ask her, didn’t you?’ She asked- carefully. Her eyes were beginning to crinkle like she was about to burst into tears. She dashed forward and forced him down into a tight hug. ‘Oh Luke, I’m so stupid!’

Clarisse rolled her eyes. ‘Daughter of the goddess of love and you didn’t see this one coming? Even Chris figured this one out!’ She chided, then added sweetly in his direction, ‘no offence babe.’

He thought of every moment he’d spent with you; the hours of sparring sessions under the heat of the summer sun, the picnics out in the strawberry fields, sneaking between your cabins in the middle of the night to swap stories of your lives before all of this. He’d known the risks of falling for you, and he’d done it anyway. He’d thought about telling you a hundred times. He had thought about telling you that he didn’t want or expect anything from you in return, that he just needed you to know how he felt because it was torture to suffer it in silence. Over the months he’d managed to convince himself that you didn’t feel anything close to what he felt for you, and had resigned himself to living in the wake of your existence.

Luke’s heart stumbled, taking all the confusion and doubt with it, he blurted, ‘I should go after her,’ and started after you, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Even at a fast-paced jog, he only managed to catch up with you when you were rushing up the stairs to your cabin, the skirts of your dress billowing out behind you.

‘Wait up!’ he shouted through heavy breaths.

You didn’t let him continue and just increased your pace, rushing to get to the door. If you could make it inside and shut him out, perhaps he wouldn’t see the tears that had begun fall. A small part of you ached to stop and turn to him, but you knew what was coming. Silena would have tried to intervene once you’d left, and he was probably coming after you to let you down gently. You weren’t sure you could survive that.

‘Gods will you slow down!’ Luke yelled, ‘I want to talk to you!’

‘Don’t bother,’ you said bluntly, ‘I know what you’re going to say.’

‘Oh yeah? What am I going to say?’

He’d taken the Athena cabin steps two at a time and was right behind you now. You could hear his ragged breathing, had he ran here? He must really want to get it over with, you thought bitterly. ‘Does it matter? Just go back to the party Luke, they’ll be missing you.’

‘It matters to me. I don’t want to be there if you’re not.’ He said softly and reached out to grab your hand. His fingers grazed your own, warm and steadfast- patiently waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t, you couldn’t bare it.

As you turned to face him fully you realised you were close enough to share breath. In other circumstances you might’ve stared up at him with longing; now all there seemed to be was the awful sinking feeling that you were about to lose him.

You opted to not meet his eyesight, and instead studied the scuffed wood of the cabin porch beneath your feet.

‘Then why didn’t you ask me to go with you?’ You managed to ask. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin like a brand. ‘I thought we were friends Luke, I thought that would be enough to get you to tolerate me for one evening so neither of us had to go alone.’

‘That’s not..’ he took a deep breath before he continued. Now or never, he thought, and opted for now.

‘I didn’t ask you because I didn’t want to go as your friend. I wanted to go as your date. I knew you’d say no, because every guy here was chalking up how to ask you themselves and I couldn’t- I couldn’t stand it. I’d prepared myself to see you with someone else tonight and it caught me off guard to see you alone. I had all these things I wanted to say to you, about how beautiful you looked, but I panicked and said some really stupid stuff back there. And i’m sorry, for all of it.’

It was your turn to take a deep breath, and without thinking your fingers tightened around his own. The air was too tight, humming between your bodies, between your joined hands.

‘Ask me now then.’ You dared.

He was silent for long enough that you dared to look up and meet his eyes. You were sure your expression was mirrored on his own: shock, longing, and then something like amusement.

He was smiling like a kid on Christmas at your offer, broad and unrestrained. ‘You want me to ask you to go to the party with me? Now? After I’ve just poured my heart out?’

‘If you don’t want to that fine.’ You teased, a small smile returning to your face. ‘What was it you said about every guy at camp?’

Luke let out a laugh and took a step closer, ‘I don’t care about the party. Go on a date with me. Tomorrow, today, hell let’s go now. I don’t care. Just go out with me. I’m not waiting another two years for this chance.’

‘Of course I’ll go out with you Castellan.’ You replied softly. You didn’t even have to think about your answer, you’d been preparing it for months.

‘Really?’

‘Yes really.’ You laughed and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

With a sudden burst of confidence, Luke leaned down to brush his mouth against your blushing cheek. You thought you might burst then and there as he pulled you into his chest to whisper in your ear, ‘you look beautiful. You are beautiful. Always. Even covered in sweat during sparring practice, or windswept from the chariot races. I can never look away from you.’

He was blushing too when he pulled away, leaving you staring up at him, breathless again. His smile was nervous as he said, ‘I want to do this properly, I’ll plan something great I promise. But for now, I would be honoured if you’d come back to the party with me, as my date.’

You quirked an eyebrow. ‘Will you dance with me?’

‘Of course I’ll dance with you,’ Luke said, wrapping an arm around your waist, ‘I plan to show you off in fact. I’m pretty sure I’ve just achieved the impossible as far as the guys here are aware. I reserve bragging rights.’

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cabotwife · 8 months ago

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y'all are not ready for my active era😓🙏🏻

once finals are over ima be on a lot more, i have a bunch ready to be posted, but they shall wait until i can work out a posting schedule for PTG and my new OC story😋

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skellyinthecloset · 1 month ago

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#ruegard #pjo fandom #fanart #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #last olympian #rick riordan #pjo fanart #silena beauregard #clarisse x silena #silena pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo

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asvterias · 11 months ago

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(𝐢𝐢𝐢.) 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐣𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

notes: kinda getting carried away with these social media au but who cares!! i love it and so do you guys! 🫶🏾❤️

content summary: the ultimate mother trio (nyx, sally & persephone), mentions of parental issues, y/n calling out deadbeat godly parents, clarisse being simps for her gfs, ruthless!percy, sassy!percy, y/n being a complete simp for clarisse, some profanity language, sexual undertones (just talking about making out)

masterlist

part one // part two // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight

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call-me-medusa · 11 months ago

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What Remains

Summary:

Silena wrote a letter to Clarisse before he decided to steal her armor and left it for Clarisse to find.

Clarisse and Chris deal with the fallout of everything she said in it.

Words: 3,110 words

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nvirskies · 11 months ago

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til death do us part, and then some - c. la rue

warnings: reader suicide, angst hurt/no comfort, ruegard, asshole clarisse, descriptions of blood, infidelity, broken promises, not beta read

summary: clarisse never comes back from a quest and you take matters into your own hands to reunite.

unclaimed!fem!demigod!reader x unfaithful!clarisse la rue

word count: 2.1k

taglist: @lvrue @star-girl69 @petitegavotte @b0ok-lover @azrielsdiary

PROCEED WITH CAUTION, READ AT OWN RISK

men, nsfw, non-sapphic, 16-/19+ dni

Lord Dionysus, Chiron, or whomever may be reading this:

In the event that someone has been unfortunate enough to find this note upon my death, do not fret. This has been a decision I had been mulling over for weeks, months, if not years now. I do not know when I will feel compelled to take this step further, so this has been written entirely in advance. Know that I will be content with my life in the Fields of Asphodel, or the Gardens of Elysium should Lord Hades be so generous as to grant me that privilege.

I would like to thank everyone who did their best in making Camp Half-Blood a welcoming and home space. Special thanks to the Hermes cabin, and Lord Hermes for their gracious welcoming arms and making me feel like I belonged somewhere. My belongings should be distributed amongst whomever would like to keep them, and make sure they are put to good use.

Return any and all of Clarisse’s clothing found in my chest back to the Ares cabin, and let them figure out what to do with it on their own time. Lord Ares, I give my final thanks to you for graciously allowing your daughter to have been part of my life.

To my fellow unclaimed demigods who are wondering if they should be mourning the loss of a sibling, I have no definitive answer for you beyond if you felt like you were close enough to call me a sibling, mourn me like you would a biological one. No matter if you are claimed tomorrow or never claimed at all, know you are not unworthy or inferior simply because of your divine parent’s lack of attention.

You may be half-divine, but always remember to keep that human spark within you alive. Keep your compassion, your empathy, your sense of understanding. This world is not made for us, but never give up on creating spaces that are. We live heavy lives, and respite is hard to come by.

When you bury my body, put me to rest with my javelin, suit of armor, and the fragments of Clarisse’s shattered spear. Under my tongue, please place two coins instead of one. My love is waiting for me on the banks of the River Styx with no way across, and I would like to provide her with a way across alongside me.

Underneath the last paragraph was your name, signed in neat print alongside your signature swooping cursive. The letter was found rolled neatly atop your chest of belongings, your lifeless body on the bunk bed you had claimed for yourself for the past four years of your life. Crimson blood seeped through the bed sheets and mattress, a fatal reminder for all of the fragility that even the strongest harbored.

Upon the discovery of your body, ripples of whispers swept through the campers like a stone tossed in the midst of a serene waterfront. Your skin was just barely lukewarm, the blood streaming from the thin cut horizontal across the jugular vein was beginning to brown and oxidize.

In one hand was the knife that had presumably made the cut, the blade pristine and glinting in the dim light save for the thin line of blood that ran across its edge. The other held Clarisse’s favorite shirt, all bundled up and cleaner than anyone had ever seen it before. Anyone who picked up said shirt could immediately tell that it had been doused in the cologne that she once wore on a daily basis, no doubt a purposeful move to make your last moments completely blissful in surrounding yourself with her scent.

She had been your home, after all.

Clarisse had comforted you through nightmares, the breakdowns about being unclaimed for years that happened whenever someone new was claimed and the jealousy and anger of it all.

She had reassured you that even after Silena had died that you weren’t a rebound, and that her feelings for you were genuine, and you had believed her.

You were her girl, after all. The one she let her walls down around, the one who had tried to patch together the spear her father had given her even after the Hephaestus children had given up. The one who she let braid her hair and be soft around. The one where she had promised over and over again that even in the afterlife, you would find each other in Elysium again.

Then, she had been sent out on a quest. One that she had vowed to return from, safe and sound. The rest of her group did, but her face was never again seen on the hills of Camp Half-Blood that the two of you called home.

Gone were the moments wherein she would hold you and soothe all of your worries away. Gone were the times of squealing as she picked you up from behind and spun you around to face her mid-air. Gone were all the possibilities to make the most of your limited years together, because she was dead, off in a faraway land that you couldn’t even visit to see her corpse and offer her one last smile.

That was when the thoughts began to swirl in your mind. Months went by and everything seemed to go back to normal. You had been given three weeks off training to mourn, and after those three weeks you seemingly bounced back like nothing was wrong, like you hadn’t just lost the love of your life.

The only difference was the streak of white that made itself apparent in your hair, its origins unknown, and the smile on your face that never seemed to quite reach your eyes no matter how many times you tried to convince (yourself) and the others that it was genuine.

Months passed and all fell back into its routine. Things were looking up for the camp as a whole, and Chiron had been able to take a few steps back in managing thanks to Percy Jackson’s continued efforts to have gods and goddesses interact with their children more.

But those thoughts still took root in your mind, their tendrils digging into the very essence of your psyche as every lonely moment was spent longing for her touch, for her warmth, for the security that she provided once upon a time. In your mind, there was no doubt that it was time to make good on your promise to each other.

You would meet her in the gardens of Elysium and reunite once more.

After your burial, you made your way down to the banks of the River Styx, anxiously clutching the two coins in one hand and your javelin in the other. Your eyes scanned the crowds of souls, all clamoring to Charon, pleading that he take pity on them and take them across without payment.

The wails of the damned, sobs of the innocent, and screams of the guilty all flooded your senses.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar mess of brown curls and sprinted towards them, your footsteps leaving indents on the ash-sand lining the waterline of the Styx.

She was there. Your assumptions had been correct.

As she had died out in the world and had never been given a proper burial, she had joined the crowd that lingered just at the edge of the Styx, taking every chance she had to try and get across.

But now that you were there, she didn’t have to worry about sneaking aboard Charon’s boat. You had enough payment for the both of you to make it across safely, and finally live out the rest of your afterlives like you had promised each other.

It wasn’t until you were naught but a couple dozen feet away that you noticed she was rather busy with something. Or rather, someone. And she was looking at that person like they were the only one in the world right now. Your gut twisted, knowing that was the look that she had given you.

But it wasn’t you she was looking at. It was Silena Beauregard, the daughter of Aphrodite, that Clarisse had spent countless hours reassuring you that she wasn’t just using you as a rebound to get over her death.

She had lied right through her teeth, all with the kindest smile on her face that you could imagine. It was becoming apparent that you were a fool, strung along for the sole purpose of keeping Clarisse’s arms full and warm while she thought of the Beauregard girl.

Every kiss, every moment, every word shared between you two seemed hollow now. They had lost all meaning, all of the sentiment that once made your stomach fill with butterflies.

You skidded to a stop just behind the pair, watching with a heavy heart and tightening in your chest as their lips collided over and over again in a series of passionate kisses, their hands roaming each others’ bodies. Just like she had done with you, countless times prior. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice your presence.

You had always been hers, but she had never been yours.

There wasn’t much emotion left in you besides melancholic resignation, and your gut twisted every time you gripped the two coins in your hand, a reminder that they would never be used for their intended purpose.

You waited there for a moment before tapping on Clarisse’s shoulder, causing her to break away from the kiss and turn to look at you. Surprise filled her features, then guilt. Overwhelming guilt as she realized the situation you had caught her in. Her lips were interlocked with another girl’s just a moment ago, the very same girl that she had reassured was not a problem or factor in your relationship.

Silena stood behind her, her eyes scrutinizing your appearance, taking note of the way you clutched two coins instead of the customary one.

“Love-? What are you doing here?” Clarisse asked, the term of endearment slipping naturally off her tongue as it had countless times in the past. But it no longer held any meaning to you, not when you had just witnessed everything before your very own eyes. You didn’t respond beyond throwing the two coins down at her feet with a knowing look, a silent callback to the promise that the two of you had made. The coins clinked softly as they fell onto the fine ash that lines the shores of the River Styx, falling on top of each other.

Horror filled her features as she realized just exactly what you were doing down in the Underworld, and her eyes fell upon the thin scar that ran just along the jugular vein on your neck.

The one spot she had taught you to go for on an opponent if anything ever threatened your life, and you had used it on yourself to have a chance at forever with her. A chance that had been wasted.

“You- you didn’t-” she began, choking on her own words as tears filled her eyes at the thought of it, and the sight of you, now in front of her, very obviously dead.

“It was for you, ‘Risse, but it seems I really was just a rebound after all.” You spat out, a dangerously bitter edge to your voice as you looked her up and down.

“These,” you gestured to the coins on the ground, “were supposed to be for us, for the promise you made. But I guess I was the one foolish enough to listen to you, to fall for you in the first place.”

“Enjoy your time in Elysium, La Rue, and know that you were the cause of my death. Don’t forget. On the River Styx.”

That last statement was the final nail in her metaphorical coffin. No one made a promise on the infamous river and broke it, not without terrible consequences. Any and all chances of her getting into the paradisal side of the Underworld were dashed in mere moments as the realization dawned on her about the gravity of her mistake.

You bent down and picked up one of the coins on the ground and left without a word, turning on your heel and disappearing back into the crowd of souls before Clarisse could utter another word.

You had left her with two choices by giving her that one coin: to take the coin for herself and cross with Charon with hopes of trying to win you back and leaving the Aphrodite girl in the dust, or giving it to Silena and letting her go because she was clearly the girl the daughter of Ares loved most. Either way, she lost something.

Her last name was right. You rued the day you ever met Clarisse.

#🖋️ nvir writes #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x fem reader #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue pjo #ruegard #silena beauregard #angst #hurt/no comfort #wlw #sapphic #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians

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