#daughter of hecate

[sillylittlespam]

she got, she got away

percy jackson x daughter of hecate!fem!reader ( childhood friends/crushes to enemies to lovers , SLOW BURN , ANGST , multi-chapter series )

summary : percy hadn’t seen (y/n) since she betrayed him after his quest to save annabeth and artemis. when she corners him in the labyrinth, he can’t help but notice she seems a little…different. what the hell happened to her, and why is she so convince that it’s nothing?

AUTHORS NOTE : (y/n) is a daughter of hecate with magical powers! i’m not exactly an expert on hecate magic so i kinda made it up because this is fanfiction

and for anyone who cares (i’m not expecting you to) here are some of the songs i was listening to while writing this!

race by alex g

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers 

everyone adores you (at least i do!) by matt maltese 

this isn’t helping (ft phoebe bridgers) the national

birds don’t sing by tv girl

knives out by radiohead

series masterlist here !!

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“Didja miss me, Bambi?”

Percy’s reaction to the familiar voice behind him was delayed by the violent flinch that went through his body

 After he gathered himself, he whipped around, sword raised as he came face to face with his best friend.

Ex-best friend, he had to remind himself. It was so easy to forget how (y/n) betrayed him as he looked upon her smirking face. She had no weapons in her hands, but he knew that didn’t matter.

He had gotten significantly taller since the last time he had seen her. They used to be about the same height, but now she looked up at him. Her face had gotten a bit slimmer as well, and her eyes held heavy bags of exhaustion. The grin on her face, however, was just as he remembered. Paired with the teasing look in her eyes and the way her head tilted to the side, it was the exact same look she had given him when she had cornered him in Capture the Flag.

And here she had captured him again, this time in the Labyrinth. 

He had known the risks of splitting off from the group, especially with Luke and his army wandering the Labyrinth’s corridors, but it was the perfect distraction. If (y/n) knew he was here, he knew Luke would know soon, if he didn’t already. All he could hope was that Annabeth and Rachel hadn’t been caught trying to find a way around Anataeus’ arena, which was being occupied by Luke.

“I did. I missed you a lot,” he finally responded to her question, his sword unwavering despite his long moment of silence. (y/n)’s grin widened, and Percy did his best to ignore the way his heart swelled.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” she gushed, her tone far too casual for the situation. Her eyes looked past the blade in front of her and instead focused on his eyes, which were fixed on her arms. Her hands were tucked behind her back, but Percy watched for any movement as a sign that she was casting a spell, “I missed you too, Perce.”

“You know,” he started slowly, carefully, as his eyes drifted up to meet hers, “You wouldn’t have to miss me if you just came back to Camp,” he quickly realized his mistake as the smile dropped from (y/n)’s face and was replaced with a cold stare. He kept going anyway, “We can forget this whole Luke and Kronos thing and just go back to the way things were. We can be okay again-“

“The way things were?” (y/n)’s voice was calm as she repeated his words. Too calm, “Percy, do you remember the way things were for me?”

He remained silent, readjusting his grip on his sword. Despite the empty coldness of the corridor, his palms were slick with anxious sweat.

“I had nobody,” (y/n) continued, a layer of cold rage creeping into her voice, “They threw me into the Hermes cabin with half the fucking camp and expected me to be grateful to the Gods! The same Gods who send their own children off to sacrifice ourselves in their name! Does that not sound wrong to you? My mother is considered kind because she decided I was worthy of being claimed only after I got my powers, but has never cared enough to ever actually meet me.”

Percy swallowed the absurd amount of saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He would never admit it out loud, but he knew (y/n) was right. 

He would never forget his early days at camp, before he was turned into some mighty hero. Back then, he was seen as just another scrawny kid who just happened to be a child of the Big Three. A bit unusual, but nothing that anyone wanted to pay too much attention to. 

He always enjoyed being around (y/n), since she made him feel normal. The two demigods got along quickly, as they were both looking for a person. And for a couple years, they were each other’s person. The camp almost never saw one without the other. (y/n) knew everything about Percy, and Percy knew practically everything about (y/n). At least, he thought he did.

The worst moment of his life would always be that night last year when he got back from the quest to save Annabeth and Artemis. Not only did he have to tell Nico that his sister had died, but that was also the night when he learned that his best friend, his person, had been working with Luke and Kronos the whole time.

Percy had never been very good at regulating his emotions, and almost flooded the Camp several times following that night. Nobody blamed him. There’s no way to deal with something like that in a normal way.

“That’s not true,” he said, finally lowering his sword, and his steady voice surprised him. He felt as if he was going to cry, “You had me. We had each other. You decided to throw that away. Luke doesn’t give a shit about you, (y/n), he’s just using you for your powers,” Percy nearly missed the way (y/n) flinched at his words, “Once he gets what he wants, he’ll just throw you to the side-“

“You’re a liar,” (y/n) hissed, and Percy was able to detect a purple aura around her that made him take a step back, “Luke has told me about his visions. Visions of great things, not just for him, but for me as well! And if you join me, Percy, great things can come for you too.” Somewhere in the middle of her rant, she had gone from angry to practically pleading with him.

Percy’s mouth pushed itself into a frown as he felt the tears begin to form in his eyes, realizing that the girl in front of him was different from his friend. Something had happened. He wasn’t sure what, but this was not the same girl that he had picked strawberries with.

“(y/n)-“ he said her name for the first time since that night, stopping for a moment to fix his shaking voice, “Witch, you know I won’t do that. I can’t. If I did, I.. I wouldn’t be me anymore.”

(y/n) watched him, and for a moment, Percy liked to believe that she was how he remembered her. No crazy mood swings. No radical ideology that set them on opposite sides of the war. Just (y/n).

“I know,” her voice was quiet. Her eyes got a far off look to them, as if she were lost in thought.

“I don’t…” Percy paused once again as her eyes snapped to him, a bit surprised at their sharpness, “I don’t really think you’re you anymore, if we’re being honest.”

(y/n)’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor, and Percy knew he had struck something. The problem was that he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“I don’t think so either,” (y/n) practically mumbled, looking anywhere but Percy, “Lately I’ve been feeling… Well, I don’t really know. I just feel weird. Like something’s not right.”

“Witch, I’m sorry,” he said, and he meant it. The torch behind him casted a ray of light onto her face, illustrating the stress lines that she definitely didn’t have a year ago. The glint in her eyes was gone, and replaced with a dull tiredness. Her hands, which he turned his attention back to, looked a bit odd.

He reached down and grabbed one, much faster than she could pull it away. Holding her wrist, he examined her fingers in the firelight, his eyes widening as he took in the charcoal-like color that had devoured the skin at her fingers and seemed to be creeping up to her wrists.

“What the hell is this?” He demanded, and (y/n) yanked her hand away, her eyes wide with what Percy recognized as panic. Without answering, she turned and began walking down the corridor that she had just followed Percy down.

She made it almost halfway down the corridor before a strong hand found her arm and made her stop. As she unwillingly turned back around, (y/n) found herself face-to-face with the same green eyes that used to reassure her any time someone made a snide comment about her abilities. Except now these eyes were filled with enough concern to make her feel nauseous.

“(y/n),” Percy repeated, firmer, with far more power than before, “What is going on with you? Is this because of Luke? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” (y/n) insisted, whatever was left of her confidence continuing to chip away. She had forgotten what Percy’s sad face could do to her, “This is my own doing. Just… don’t worry about it-“

“Your own doing?” Percy’s brows furrowed with such intensity that under any other circumstance (y/n) would’ve asked if he finally had a thought circulating in his head, “(y/n), is this because of your powers?”

She wasn’t sure why she didn’t just lie. Percy didn’t care about her. Not anymore. He had chosen to defend the Gods, and therefore he did not give a single shit about how horrible she had been treated throughout her life. At least, that’s what Luke had told her.

But this was Percy. Percy had been her best friend for years. He used to visit her every time she was sick, and he always made her bracelets during arts and crafts. 

(y/n) realized that her silence was answer enough as Percy’s worry lines grew deeper.

“(y/n),” Percy’s voice wavered as he took a step towards her, “Please don’t tell me that you’re killing yourself just to help Luke.”

“I’m not killing myself,” she replied, taking a step back, softly shrugging off his warm hand. She hadn’t realized how cold it was in the Labyrinth until she encountered another person, “It will go away. This is temporary. It’ll go away soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You don’t sound too sure about that,” Percy noted the way she seemed to be trying to convince herself as well as him, “(y/n), I need you to know that-“

A loud cheer erupted, its muffled sound signaling it to be a bit further in the Labyrinth. Judging by the way (y/n) stood straighter, head perked like a cat, Percy figured that was Luke and his gang in the arena.

“Shit,” (y/n) muttered, and she seemed to be speaking more to herself than to Percy, “I was supposed to be following you. I mean, I was following you, for quite a bit actually. But I was supposed to corner you and knock you out. Then take you to the arena where Luke could watch you fight someone to the death while half-conscious.”

(y/n) nearly laughed at the startled look that appeared in Percy’s face.

“Relax, Bambi,” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously if I was gonna do that, I would’ve already. I just needed to distract you so you would forget where you came from and where your friends are.”

Percy’s mouth fell open. Shit. He had chased her down the corridor, completely losing track of which hallway he had just come down, as well as what little sense of special awareness he had in the magical maze.

“I’m sorry, Percy, I really am,” (y/n) said, her lips pressed together in a small frown, “I told Luke I couldn’t hurt you. He said he didn’t care about my moral code, but that goes both ways I suppose.”

When Percy looked down at (y/n), he could almost pretend that they were back at camp and he had just arrived for the start of the summer session. (y/n) always took a couple days to readjust to having a friend around, and it broke Percy’s heart to see her anxiously checking to see that he still cared about her.

“(y/n),” he started, and then stopped. What was there to say?

“I have to go,” she said. He knew it was an encouragement to continue.

But what could he say? Don’t go? Come back? There would be no point.

“I love you,” he surprised himself with how easy the words came out, “And I’m not mad at you. I never was. Please take care of yourself. For me.”

(y/n)’s head tilted to the side, and in the torchlight Percy could see the shine of tears in her eyes. Instead of saying anything, she walked into his already opening arms, wrapping hers around his torso. She felt his arms close around her, and for a moment she allowed herself to close her eyes and live in the warmth. He still smelled like salt water and the strawberries from the field that they used to hang out at. His body heat almost seemed to burn against her cold skin, but she ignored it.

“I love you too,” she said into his chest, a strange sense of guilt and anxiety beginning to pile up in her chest, “I’m so sorry for leaving like that, Percy. I’m so fucking sorry, I wish I cou-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said softly, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair, “We can save this for another time, yeah? You have to go and I need to find my friends.”

“Okay.”

And so (y/n) allowed herself a moment of comfort, of which she knew damn well she did not deserve for a multitude of reasons. And Percy allowed himself a moment with his person, who had already abandoned him and was seconds away from doing it again.

But the Labyrinth provided a sense of security. No watching eyes, nobody to accuse them of fraternizing with the enemy. They both knew the other was thinking the same thing, but they also knew that this would be a one time thing. 

“I actually have to go now,” it broke (y/n)’s heart all over again to break out of the hug with Percy, “But, uh, thank you.”

Percy merely nodded in response, not trusting his voice.

“And be careful,” (y/n) added, her eyes holding a sense of urgency, “Not just physically, but with who you trust, too. There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Percy.”

She turned and began walking away, getting closer and closer to a hallway that would take her Gods know where. All Percy knew was that was not where he wa supposed to be heading, and that once she turned the corner, she would be gone.

“(y/n),” he called, “Thank you.”

She returned his nod.

A few seconds later, and Percy was left with only his thoughts and his horrible sense of direction.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Hello! I've recently become interested in your work and would like to experiment with your wonderful performance!

If to Percy Jackson and the reader|Hecate's daughter? The girl is constantly immersed in rituals and exploration of her capabilities. And the case is based on the fact that the reader has learned to take on a male form and flaunts this ability to her boyfriend. Like, she becomes just a guy and leaves all her features and appearance.

It would be interesting to use any explanations like: «well, I'm a witch» or «you're asking the daughter of the goddess of magic…»

I apologize if any of this is not clear. English is not my native language, so I relied on a translator....🦝

Boyfriend or Girlfriend?

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter!of!Hecate!Reader

Warnings: A teeny bit of cursing

Word count: 575

“Ah, ha!” 

You were stooped over a cauldron in your cabin, bottling what was possibly the hardest potion you’d ever made. The blue-green liquid sloshing around inside reminded you of your boyfriend’s, Percy Jackson’s, eyes. Oh, how little patience you had; you could hardly contain your nervous energy as you continued pouring in the potion, a small smile playing across your lips.

You licked your lips, trying to prepare yourself for downing the liquid. You put down the ladle you’d been holding and took a deep breath. 

Just as you trickled about half of the potion down your throat, the door burst open.

“Y/N!” Your sister, Lou Ellen, called as she walked into the Hecate cabin. Then she froze, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Who are you?” She asked, eyes flickering from you, to the potion in your hand, and back to you.

“Y/N,” you answered. You frowned. Your voice was different- deeper, louder. 

Lou raised her eyebrows. “Nice try,” she scoffed. “Who do you think you're playing at? You’re literally a male.”

You gasped softly, holding your hands out in front of you- large hands, probably large enough to fit around a volleyball. “It worked,” you murmured. 

“Yes!” You shouted after the shock wore off. “I did it! After several days, I did it!”

Lou pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, gods,” she muttered. “It really is you.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, sticking your tongue out. Once you were done with your antics, you straightened. “Would you, by any chance, know where Percy is?”

~

Lou did know, but it took you two more hours to arrive at the lake; you had to get help from your siblings to make another potion that would turn you back into a girl. 

Percy was sitting on the shore, legs crossed as he studied the water with his sea-green eyes. He turned his head slightly as he heard your approach. 

“Hey, Seaweed brain,” you said, sitting down beside him.

Percy smiled at the use of your favorite nickname for him. “How’s it going, Princess?” He greeted.

You shrugged casually, even though pulling this stunt on your boyfriend had your nerves on end. “Nothing much. You?”

Percy picked up a stone, twirling it in between his fingers. “Jason beat me at sparring again,” he sighed. 

His gaze was pulled away from you, back onto the rocking waves of the lake. You smirked, uncorking the potion. The smell that hit you was unexpected, but it traveled on the wind quickly; you had to do this fast. 

You chugged about a quarter of it down, holding back a wince as the horrible taste caught up with you.

Percy looked over, his eyes widening. “Holy fuck!” He yelped, leaping away from you. “Where did you come from?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “My mother,” you answered. “Where else?”

Percy opened and closed his mouth for what seemed like forever. “Uh… bring my girlfriend back, please.”

You snorted. “Gladly.”

Exchanging another vile for the one in your hand, you brought it up to your lips, giving Percy teasing salute with it. You gulped it down, thanking the gods above that this one tasted sweet instead of bitter. 

Percy raised his eyebrows at you. “That was not funny. How did you even do that?”

“Well, my beloved Seaweed Brain, I’m a witch.” You started giggling. “And c’mon! It was at least a little bit funny.”

[tisthedammseason]

˚⋆˙𝒟𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 ℋ𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 & 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝓎 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃✧⋆｡

- "Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark, Show me the places where the others gave you scars"

[crystalsatin]

“it’s more fun to swim in, heard the risk is drowning, but i’m gonna take it” – risk, gracie abrams

⋆·˚ ༘ * pairing – percy jackson x daughter of hecate!reader synopsis – dating percy jackson (as a child of hecate) warnings – none! vic’s notes – i haven’t posted in so long (even though I said I would keep posting) oopsies! post type – moodboard

[luviockets]

Sibyl Bardot becomes the monster of her own story at eleven years old. She's spent yet another summer in Cabin 11—the Hermes cabin, mind you—having to give a portion of her dinner to her mother every single day, having to sing her praises when she's done nothing but hurt Sibyl over the last four years, having to introduce random campers to being a half—bloods, working for the Gods of Olympus. She's tired of it. When Luke Castellan—like, that Luke Castellan—invites her to his super secret plan to overthrow the gods, who was she to say no? Of course, her greatness doesn't quickly, but Luke promised it was coming! Really, he did! He was really nice about it too. He held her hand and promised that she was going to be someone that even her own mother couldn't ignore. He promises that her mother will see her and be glad that Sibyl was her daughter, welcome her with open arms, and maybe even hug her. Her time comes when Perseus Jackson—Percy, he preferred, which is a lot less cooler—arrives at Camp Half-Blood with the Minotaur's Horn and is crowned Son of Neptune and The Next Savior of the Gods. He brings a quest with him not much longer, one stating that he will go west and fail to achieve what matters most in the end. Thankfully, her mother knows what's good for her and uses her magic to manipulate the quest to include Sibyl alongside Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. What she fails is to consider is that the trio are not so different from Sibyl herself. Annabeth is ignored by her mother and wants to prove her greatness by designing the next architectural masterpiece and Percy faces much the same with his father, who only seems to care that he could clear Poseidon's names. Even Grover wants to be something more than just a fearful satyr—he's going to find Pan and restore the Earth to her former glory. As time goes on, she begins to think of them as friends and her allegiance to both sides are questioned, leaving Sibyl in a maze of endless directions to go and nothing to lead her to the right choice.

PASSERINE ( COMING SOON ). PERCY JACKSON 𝔁 FEM!ORIGINAL CHARACTER. THE LIGHTNING THEIF — THE LAST OLYMPIAN.

[pulpsandcomics2]

Daughter of Hecate by Tom Bagshaw

[cassiopeia-core]

obsessed

leo valdez x daughter of hecate reader

a/n: calypso is nice in this one, reader is vv insecure (self-projecting lol), also ending was kinda rushed bc i didn't know how to finish it, also not proofread :)

song: obsessed - olivia rodrigo

(calypso is a pisces for the plot)

La-da-da-da, da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da

when leo and calypso broke up, the entirety of camp half-blood was flabbergasted. why wouldn't they be? leo had literally sworn on the river styx for calypso, dying and resurrecting for her then rescuing from her cursed island. the perfect couple.

however, what camp half-blood didn't know was the reason behind the breakup: you. while leo did truly like calypso, deep down, he always knew that you, his best friend, had a special place in his heart.

after leo and you got together officially, rumours starting spiralling about how you'd used 'black magic' to capture leo's love and the matching sun and moon necklaces that you two always wore was cursed or something??? you'd always thought these rumours were ridiculous; you'd literally gotten him the necklace before he'd even known calypso.

Cause I know her star sign, I know her blood type I've seen every movie she's been in and, oh god, she's beautiful

but naturally, although you'd never admit it, you were insecure. calypso was smart, funny and beautiful. she was a goddess for gods sake. you tried to push those negative thoughts down, the thoughts that fed the growing monster that was jealousy inside of you. you were obsessed with her.

you literally had a star sign chart featuring her and leo's signs and their compatibility rates. they were so compatible, perfect for each other. being a daughter of hecate and all, you took these things very seriously. but you could never let leo know. what would he think of you then? you didn't want to lose him more. so everytime he would hangout with you in your cabin, you made sure to cast the Mist over your charts, disguising them or making them appear as though they were nothing.

She's talented, she's good with kids She even speaks kindly about me, ha-huh

hoping to break the good girl image everyone had of her, you always dreamed of catching her slipping up and badmouthing you.

like right now.

you'd been heading back to your cabin after dinner when you heard the voices of Calypso and her friends. you were ready to stear clear and hopefully go around them without catching attention but as you neared them, you realised they were talking about you???

you quickly shrouded yourself in the Mist and crept closer. eavesdropping probably wasn't the best idea but you were determined to prove that she wasn't the good girl everyone thought she was.

"girl, have you seen leo's new girlfriend?" you heard one of her friends snicker. your heart picked up its pace and your ears strained to hear more.

"there's no way he'd rather be with a witch than you calypso, who in their right mind would do that?"

your heart plummeted when you heard calypso sigh, "guys, i've moved on, leo's moved on so there's really no point in badmouthing y/n. also, she is one of the sweetest people ive met. please don't think so lowly of her."

needless to say, you slunk ashamedly back to your cabin.

But I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it, baby

you couldn't sleep.

couldn't stop comparing yourself to her, couldn't stop doubting why leo could possibly leave her for u.

they were perfect together, like warm flames embracing the smoldering logs in a fireplace on a cold winter's day. but you? you were nothing. you were like the useless mantelpiece above the fireplace, watching on as the flames danced to their full potential.

so you decided it would be best to break up with him

coming to a cold, hard conclusion, you swung yourself out of bed and out of your cabin, and headed towards bunker 9, where undoubtedly, your hardworking boyfriend would be slaving away at the forges.

upon hearing you arrive, leo dropped his work with a clatter and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "baby!" he sang, making his way towards you. "look what i - "

"leo," you interrupted. he looked so excited, eyes brimming with love and enthusiasm, looking at you like were the most beautiful piece of art in the world. you almost stopped yourself from saying your next words but - "leo, i want to break up"

he came to a halt before you. "w-what? did i do something wrong? i'll fix it please, please, please don't do this. just tell me what's wrong? i love you baby please."

you could feel your heart shatter at the sight before you. eyes wide with uncertainty and face full of confusion, the upset on leo's face made you want to turn back time take back your words.

"leo, im so sorry. i love you so much too but, i'm so obsessed with your ex. i feel like a fucking creep! i can't help but think that we're not meant to be and calypso is perfect for you." you managed, chest aching, desperate for something to hold onto, to cling onto. "you're wasting your time on me. i'm not worth it."

"aww baby," leo pulled his arms around you. you sobbed into his shoulder, not caring about how dirty your pajamas were going to be after this. "baby, please don't think like that. you're my forever girl. my one in a million lifetimes. and i love you for you."

you sobbed harder and leo's grip on you tightened. "mi vida, i swear on the river styx that i will try my hardest for you to never ever feel this way again. just promise me that you'll stay with me. i'll love only you, baby. promise."

and he kept it till his very last breath.

a/n pt2: ummm (idk what this is but i love leo soooo)

divider creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: The Child of Hecate flag. It is a rectangular flag with 5 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; very pastel purple, royal purple, dull purple, royal purple, and almost black purple. /End id

Child of Hecate

Pt: Child of Hecate /end pt

A flag for anyone who is a son / daughter / child of Hecate. Intended for alterhumans / introjects / in the context of demigods, but can be used for any reason

Coined on August 29th, 2024

Colors based on magic and mystery

Tagging @radiomogai and @kin-flags

Banner id: @/prettypinknarc in lavender text, with clipart of a rosy maple moth on the left and a black outline /end id

[glowsticks-soda-and-magic]

Blood soaked hands

As promised, as angsty one shot! I know the poll is still going but I was bored. Anyway have some Cassidy and Claire! Ft: Pollux. This is set mostly in the Battle of Manhattan. This hasn't been proof read, I made AI do the editing cuz I have somewhere to be. Trigger warnings for: Blood, violence, death, slight self harm

Cassidy scrubbed at their hands furiously. The red blood seemed to cling to them further, refusing to wash off. They choked back a panicked sob, trying to scrub even harder. Their nails dug into their skin, leaving scratches and cuts. They raked their hands across each other under the water, digging into their nail beds to get it all off. "Cassidy? Are you okay?" Pollux knocked on the bathroom door sharply. Cassidy jumped at the sound.

"Fine!" They called back, a note of panic in their voice. "It's—It's the stupid blood, it won't go away." They scratched against their hands with increasing fierceness as their breathing grew heavier. They couldn't stay holed up in this bathroom forever; there was a war raging outside, and they couldn't afford to waste any time. "Pollux! It's not coming off!" Cassidy called out, their voice shaky.

Why wouldn't it go? It should have vanished by now. Cassidy kept scrubbing and raking their hands vigorously. "Cassidy, there's nothing there," Pollux said, gently taking their hands as he stood next to them. Cassidy shook his head, confused. "Pollux, what are you talking about? It's still there. It's all still there.""Pol, there's no blood," Pollux said. Cassidy looked at him as if he were crazy, scratching their hands furiously. How could he not see it? "Pol—Pollux, let me go! I need to get it off. I can't go back out there until I get it off," Cassidy sobbed, trying to wrench their hands out of Pollux's grip.

"Cass, you're going to scratch your skin off," Pollux shook his head, his grip tightening. "Not my skin. Just the blood. I need to get rid of the blood, Pollux, please," Cassidy pleaded, trying to free his arms from his brother's hold. Pollux grabbed them again. "Cassidy, look at me. There is nothing there." Cassidy gazed helplessly into purple eyes.

[A few minutes prior]

Claire gazed into purple eyes. Her breathing grew shallower with every passing second. A bloody dagger lay embedded in her abdomen. Cassidy stared back down at her, his purple eyes wide with fear and horror at what he had just done. Trembling hands closed around the bloody dagger's decorated hilt.

Claire closed her eyes as Cassidy tugged it out. In the next few moments, she finally understood what people meant when they talked about their lives flashing before their eyes.

Claire was six, curling into her father's chest as he read to her softly, clinging to him with droopy eyes.

She was eleven and afraid, clinging to a stuffed dog as her father drove like a maniac. He'd forced her to pack all her things quickly and get into the car. He offered no explanation until now, when he told her about Greek gods and monsters.

She was still eleven when her father died. Their car was flipped over on the side of the road. She hid in the grass as the monster ripped him apart.

She was twelve when she found a new family, a small group of children who were just like her. Demigods, trying to survive the monsters and make it somewhere safe. The same safe place that her father had been trying to take her to.

She was thirteen, and her new family was gone. She stumbled through the alleyways, blood splattered across her face and clothes while she gripped a sword tightly. She glanced back, trying to spot the monster, but she seemed to have lost it. She sank down against the wall and cried. She cried for Bruce, the oldest at sixteen and the self-proclaimed leader, who claimed to be a son of Athena. He was kind and smart, always knowing the right thing to do. She cried for Aria, who was fifteen and the leader when Bruce wasn't around, a daughter of Aphrodite. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and she cried for Kacey, who was only ten, a daughter of Hypnos. She slept a lot and didn't talk at all, but she was the sweetest person Claire had ever met. She cried for Bruce's dog, Skye, who had been the first to die.

She was still thirteen when she met a weird kid in a cardboard box. Cassidy looked around her age, but he could barely talk or count or read. He didn't know his age either. He was small and too skinny, and his curly hair was an unkempt mess; it was clear he'd tried cutting it himself. The oddest things were his eyes, which were a bright violet color, and the various scars and bruises on him.

He carried a knife everywhere he went, and he liked to steal stuff, even if he didn't need them. Even if it were hers and he'd given it to her. He also couldn't stay away from soda for the life of him. Claire was surprised nobody had kidnapped him yet. Cassidy also had odd habits. Whenever Claire got mad at him, he flinched back and looked afraid, like she might hurt him. Then he seemed to realize he was the one with the knife, so he just hissed at her like a wild cat and scurried up to the nearest high place.

Befriending Cassidy came with benefits, however, as he helped her survive, and when a leopard had come to lead Cassidy to camp, Claire had come along. There they met an odd man who claimed to be Cassidy's father. And Claire's, but he wouldn't talk to her until she got him a bottle of wine. She almost had until Chiron stepped in. Turns out he was only Cassidy's father. She didn't mind; he seemed unpleasant, and Cassidy looked terribly afraid of him.

Claire moved into the Hermes cabin; Luke was pretty nice, he reminded her of Bruce. Ethan was nice too, as were the Stoll brothers. She got along well with Cassidy's siblings too.

Claire was fourteen, almost fifteen, when he came out to her as non-binary and bi. They were the same age when Claire first kissed him.

Claire was fifteen when it all went downhill. She knew she shouldn't. She knew Cassidy would never forgive her. She knew Cassidy would never understand. But Cassidy had a cabin and siblings and a father they actually saw often. With one last look back, Claire plunged into the Labyrinth with the intention of finding and then joining the Titan army. Weeks later, she faced him in battle for the first time. The betrayed look on Cassidy's face was one she would never forget. It hurt worse than Cassidy's sword might have.

Claire was still fifteen. A bright green mist caused by her powers surrounded her. She chanted loudly with every intention of bringing the building down on the other demigods. Her abilities kept them from fighting back. Each time they rose, she forced them to collapse in pain. A new demigod approached. Cassidy. Claire hesitated. She couldn't hurt him. A dagger pierced her, and she fell to the ground in Cassidy's arms. The blood from her wound flowed freely, coating his hands in red. The dagger was dislodged from her abdomen. Claire inhaled for the final time as the clock struck midnight.

Claire Lewis was sixteen when she died. She stared up unblinkingly and limp, unaware of the demigods who struggled to their feet around her. Unaware of the way Cassidy cradled her body in their arms and sobbed until they were forced away from it. Unaware of the way Cassidy would spend the next half an hour crying and trying to scratch his own skin off in order to rid himself of the feeling of her blood on his hands. Unaware of the way he would never be able to look at his own hands again without seeing her blood or close his eyes without being reminded of her unblinking face staring up at him. She was completely and blissfully unaware as Thanatos collected her soul.

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Nessarose Thropp - Daughter of Hecate - Cabin 20

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love is a gentle thing!

percy jackson x daughter of hecate!fem!reader ( childhood friends/crushes to enemies to lovers , SLOW BURN , ANGST , multi-chapter series )

summary : percy stands up for (y/n) after some kids bully her (set sometime after the sea of monsters!)

AUTHORS NOTE : this is a part of my witch&bambi au, aka my “she’s got, she’s got away” series aka my “the subway” series, and it is not the first post from this au! check out this link for everything !!

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“Jesus, Witch, what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” the way (y/n) almost took off Percy’s head with her sword said otherwise.

Standing back up once the danger had subsided, Percy was still for a moment. His own sword blade-down sat in the grass, its position similar to that of a shorter walking stick. His head tilted in a way that let (y/n) know he was deep in thought, most likely analyzing her stiff posture. She quickly dropped her raised shoulders, but that only made his eyes narrow even further.

“Can we just keep training?” she asked, feeling the tightness in her chest begin to creep into her throat, “I almost got you with that move.”

“No you didn’t,” Percy wasn’t even trying to be funny. (y/n)’s swing had only thrown him off because he wasn’t prepared to actually have to defend himself. In a real battle, he knew exactly how to handle a move like that, but he didn’t want to hurt her during their training, “I’m serious, (y/n), what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. Drop it,” her shoulders were halfway to her chin again, but Percy decided to go with it.

He brought his sword up once more, holding eye contact, “Okay. Then let’s go again.”

So they did. (y/n)’s jagged, almost wild sword motions seemed especially odd next to Percy’s smooth, controlled swings. Every time she tried to attack, he blocked it with enough ease to irritate her. Any time he made a slight attempt to do the same, she was quick to hit his sword down.

To anyone around them, as well as the two in battle, the situation was embarrassingly obvious. (y/n) didn’t know what she was doing, and Percy, the best swordsman at camp, was going easy on her. 

No longer than a minute later, (y/n)’s arms stopped moving, and Percy, surprised at the sudden switch up, tripped over himself in order to prevent his sword from slicing down her abdomen. (y/n) dropped her sword in the dirt, turning her back on Percy and walking away. 

Percy was very familiar with the feeling of confusion. After a year of being involved with Camp Half-Blood, he had accepted the fact that he didn’t know a lot of things, especially in the world of Greek mythology.

However, this wasn’t a Greek mythology related issue. At least, he didn’t think it was.

The sound of laughter earned his attention, and he turned his head to find a group of campers watching (y/n) stomp off the field. Their various swords and daggers let Percy know they were training too, but he still frowned. The way they were snickering to each other, their eyes filled with humor at the sight of (y/n)’s frustration, it was something Percy was also familiar with.

He shot a quick glance at the direction (y/n) went, before approaching the group. Other than his tense jaw, he seemed perfectly casual.

“Hey,” he greeted, unable to keep the anger out of his voice, “What’s so funny?”

He was met with wide eyes. The group consisted of  five campers from about four different cabins. He didn’t know any of their names, and frankly he had never seen any of them around before. But the neon orange t-shirts that three out of the five group members wore confirmed their residency.

“Nothing!” The girl with short pink hair and wide blue eyes, who Percy decided was the ringleader, sounded surprised. She exchanged a wide-eyed look of panic with the brunette girl and blond boy by her sides that made Percy’s eyes narrow.

“Then what the hell are you laughing at?” At first he had been worried that he was overreacting, but after watching the guilty looks that appeared on their faces as he confronted them, his suspicions were confirmed.

“We just-“ the brunet guy on the end stopped after the blonde girl shoved her elbow into his side. He gently shoulder checked her before continuing, “We just thought it was funny how the Wicked Witch walks around camp all high and mighty but can’t even use a sword.”

Percy stepped forward, his jaw clenching so hard he didn’t notice the way the four other campers stepped away from him, with the exception of the brown haired doofus who continued talking, “What did you just call her?”

“Wes, shut up,” the blonde girl whispered frantically. 

“The Wicked Witch?” the guy, Wes, smirked, choosing to ignore his friend. His tone was far too casual for the threat that stood before him, “You get it? Because she’s evil, just like that daughter of Hecate from-“

“You shut your goddamn mouth,” with a flick of his wrist, Percy sent the guy’s sword clattering to the ground. He held up his own, pressing the tip of the blade into Wes’ chest, and the dark haired boy’s smirk faltered as he looked up at Percy’s furious eyes, “I don’t want to hear about you talking to or about (y/n) ever again. You got it?”

“Yeah, man, chill,” Wes’ eyes widened as Percy applied more pressure to his chest, “I got it. It was just a joke-“

“No more joking,” Percy let the sword fall to his side, stopping for a moment to pick up Wes’ sword from the ground. It was well balanced, and had a nice blade. He turned his attention to Wes’ four other friends, who eyed him nervously, “That goes for you all as well.”

All he received was a few frantic nods.

His hard green eyes scanned over the faces of the five individuals before him, taking a few seconds to memorize each of their faces. Then he walked away, following the path he recalled (y/n) had taken. He chose to ignore the objections of Wes, whose sword he had just stolen.

It didn’t take him long to find (y/n), he knew where she would be. 

There was a specific part of the Camp’s woods that people avoided, and that was because it was populated with yew trees. Yew trees were extremely poisonous to the touch to everyone, except apparently for children of Hecate. It made a bit of sense, since the yew tree was sacred to the goddess. 

Whenever (y/n) needed a break from the other campers, she came to this part of the woods. There was a particularly large tree that she liked to make herself comfortable in the trunk, since the roots allowed for her to lean against as she pleased.

“Hey, Witch,” he kept his voice soft once he found her, exactly where he knew he would. He would have been there faster, but he had to take care not to accidentally brush up against any of the other trees in the forest.

He lingered a bit behind her, a way to let her know that he would leave if she didn’t want him there. The anticipation buzzed in his skin, his eyes trained in the back of her head.

“It’s not that I care what they think,” she started, and Percy ignored the way her voice cracked in the beginning as he sat down across from her, “I just… It didn’t help. I know I suck at sword fighting but I didn’t need them mocking me.”

She was sitting in a way so that her arms wrapped around her knees and her chin rested on her arms. Her eyes were fixed at a point somewhere in the ground behind Percy, and the look on her face was something between sadness and embarrassment.

“How long have they been doing that?” He asked, choosing his words carefully.

She shrugged in response, almost as if she didn’t want to think about it too much, “I dunno. How long haven’t they been doing it?”

“(y/n), this isn’t funny. Those guys are assholes. Why didn’t you tell me?” Percy did his best to keep his voice steady but he could still hear his anger leaking through.

(y/n) finally met his eyes, and she seemed almost curious.

“It’s not like they’re the only ones who do that,” Percy felt his heart drop at her casual tone, “And why do you care so much? You’re barely around anymore.”

He opened his mouth to respond, before closing it. She was right. He only spent summers at Camp, and he had just gotten back from his illegal quest to the Sea of Monsters. But she had gone with him? 

Now that he thought about it, this did explain the comments that Clarisse had made upon their arrival, and why (y/n) had flinched every time the daughter of Ares had said her quest had been cursed.

“Yeah,” (y/n) said in response to the look of sad realization that had morphed into his face, “Not everyone can be the Golden Hero of the Prophecy, or whatever it is they call you. Someone has to be the scapegoat.”

“But that someone doesn’t have to be you-“

“It already is,” (y/n) shook her head in frustration, her eyes wandering towards the other yew trees, “It has been for a while now. I don’t need you to try and save me, Percy. You can’t solve all of my problems. Just accept that.”

Percy felt his jaw go slack. Something about her words, her tone, let him know this was more than a couple bullies at the training center. He wasn’t exactly sure what else she was referring to, and he knew she wouldn’t tell him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said, and (y/n) frowned at the look of pity that he had, “I can't fix it, but I am here for you. If you need to talk, or anything. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.”

(y/n) felt her stomach drop. She tried swallowing the nausea that had begun to overwhelm her, but there was something about the way Percy was looking at her. Like he meant what he said. She knew he did, and that made the whole thing even worse.

“I know.”

[everything-halfblood-aesthetic]

Ship Aesthetic - Daughter of Hecate x Son of Hephaestus

For @analogdetective

[hecates-tragic-daughter]

introduction post!!

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Name: Phoebe Lopez

Age: 12-15

Gender + Pronouns: Female | She/they

Sexuality: lesbian

Parentage: Hecate, [REDACTED]

Some Personality Traits: Kind, soft, caring, welcoming, friendly, mischievous, intelligent, talented, protective, sensitive, and tough.

Some of their Powers/Abilities: spells, curses, necromancy, shadow manipulation, mist manipulation and spells, summoning.

Appearance: long dark black hair, night sky blueish purple eyes, slightly tan skin, freckles up her legs.

Love interest/crush: @daughter-ofthe-sunlight (unrequited)

Fatal Flaw: Loyalty.

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Here we have a WTF?! Tamora.

[cocosparkel]

Child of Magic (OC× Fred Weasley)

Being a half blood is never easy, and Elara Anastasia Black, or Anastasia Castellan as she is known in Camp Half Blood, knows that all too well. Being a daughter of Hecate and a witch attending hogwarts was just the cherry on top.

When a new phrophecy brings certain demigods to Hogwarts, and with Voldemort gaining power and threatening to destroy everything Ana holds dear, how far will she go to keep the two worlds safe ?

A PJO and HP crossover.

Coming soon....

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Face claims

Elara Anastasia Black as Dove Cameron

Annabeth Chase as Alexandra Doddario

Percy Jackson as

Luke Castellan as

Thalia grace as

Jason Grace as

Piper Mclean as Kelsey Chow

Leo Valdez as Inaki Godoy

Calypso as Emily alyn lind

Hazel Levesque as Jessica sula

Nico Di Angelo as Timothee Chalamet

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Clarisse La Rue as Leven Rambin

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