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Don't mess with her and her daughter
#demeter#persephone#greek mythology#rel'sart#i love them ur honor#demeter is the mom ever#she will throw hands if anyone hurts Persephone#their story makes me feel things okay#tfw when ur only daughter gets ripped away from u and u have no idea where she is#tfw when ur trapped in the underworld and miss ur mom#wanting to see her again#i stand for no demeter slander in this household
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I Grew this for you, Ives.
Luke Castellan X Daughter of Demeter! Reader
Summary: Your secret meetup with your boyfriend, Luke, might have been interrupted by Percy Jackson.
Warnings: MakeUp...MAKEOUT- I MEAN. Language (Tell me if i missed one!)
Author's note: It might be kinda weird that the title doesn't match the summary but trust me, it's worth reading. + If you saw a fic from another blog the same as this i requested it and decided i wanna make the fic myself.
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New kid, New responsibility. You were known as being motherly towards every kid that stepped in Camp Half Blood. And Maybe, Just maybe, Percy Jackson considered you as his Camp Mom, It wasn't new for older campers seeing a new 12 year old boy follow you around and look up at you with big puppy eyes along with Grover's confused look, but oh well.
Ever since your Godly Mother, Demeter has claimed you, Luke has called you Ives since then. It all happened when three years ago, you ended up in Camp Half blood after your mortal father has been killed by a chimera, much to his sacrifice, You might have offered some small offerings to your Brother In Law, Hades, to watch him in the underworld. Your first week into camp half-blood, Chiron had announced that Capture the Flag will be the first game for the day, you were teamed up with the reds (Much to your disappointment) you were near the cabin fire when two boys from the blue team had cornered you (One of them was luke) you raised you hands to cover yourself but then, Two ivy vines sprouted out the soil and blocked them, horror washed over you when one of the vines that you 'accidentally' summoned strangled one of the boys, Luke was able to escape and still..Blue team one.
While they were celebrating, The red team started ranting angrily about how you made them lose, You sat in a corner, your head leaned against an oak tree as you sobbed, then, a bright greenish-yellow light appeared with gold sickle with a few sheaths of wheat above your head, No one was there, not until a group of campers saw you, they ran and moments later, almost dozens of campers were in front of you, including chiron.
"All Hail Y/n Y/L/N, Daughter of Demeter"
Bunch of flowers started sprouting near you, The forest and plants looked much more healthier in your eyes as every one knelt down, Including Luke, Who gave you a mischievous wink.
"....And this is the mess hall, You're always designated to sit with your cabin mates but that depends, most unclaimed kids just sit with their friends" You said, Glancing at Percy, The young boy just nodded shyly and coughed,trying to hide his blushing cheeks.
"Looks like someone has a crush on you" Luke appeared behind you with a grin, Percy's eyes immediately went wide, making you chuckle.
"Crushes don't hurt, it's admiration afterall" You whispered before giving percy a light kiss on his cheeks, leaving luke shocked.
One of you halfsiblings, Althea, called you over. Apparently, another one of your half sibling's EX boyfriend from the Dionysus cabin used a lard grapevine to ruin the bathroom door inside the cabin while you sibling is showering out of rage and jealousy.
Now, As head of your cabin, It's either you spent one whole hour being lectured by Mr. D out of his favoritism or...Plead with one of the Hephaestus kids to fix it for you.
What a day.
Giving Luke and Percy one last smile, You left.
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"C'mon Felix! This is the only time that i've asked for a favour out of all the favours i've done for you, You'd do it for me" You pleaded as you followed him back and forth inside his cabin's workshop.
"Look, Y/n, I love you as my friend, but i can't do it, not right now"
"What if i give you a 25$ gift card from burger king and......" You scouried your pocket hoping to find something, Your eyes lit up as you felt a bill in your palms "50 dollars...and...." You then went to pat your bra and pulled out a coin. "A Peso"
You then placed it in his soily hands, Felix's face remained calm, he then took the money.
"It's warm..." He said kinda horrified...You pulled the peso out of your bra for the gods sake!
"Take it or leave it."
He then rolled his eyes and grabbed his toolbox.
"Lead the way"
You squealed and hugged him before pulling him to your cabin.
As you watched him repair the door in silence, Felix broke the silencce by purposely dropping a hammer to the ground, the loud clattering sound made you flinch a little, he smirked "Thinking about Luke?"
You snorted, as if tho you weren't actually thinking about him, "No, i'm thinking about Percy"
"The new kid who broke Clarisse's spear? he's badass"
"mhm, Son of Poseidon"
"Speaking of, How's Luke?"
There was a moment of silence before you replied.
"Fine"
"Just 'fine' ? No ungodly things happening?"
"No" You could've bursted out laughing.
"I don't believe you, C'mon tell me some elaborate details"
You raised your brow, a mischievous glint appearing in your eyes.
"Actually, if you finished that, i'll tell you"
The Hephaestus boy huffed and went back to work
After an hour, Felix finished repairing the door and bid you a goodbye (Along with a side-eye)
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It was now 11 pm, the Campfire sing-along ended almost an hour ago, and you were in your cabin, re-arranging your stuffed toys for the 5th time, (Making one plushie lay beside you will cause chaos among the plushies)
"Carrie..You go here and..Princess should be right....here, Done!"
All of your plushies were in order when you heard a knock from the window near your bunkbed. then, you saw luke, still in his usual camp shirt, unlike you who was in your rather inappropriate pajamas.
His eyes first landed on you, he then grinned before groaning and landing on your soft bunk bed.
"Hey ives-"
"Luke, what're you doing here?!" You hissed, afraid that your half siblings might caught you two.
"Can i not see you?"
"You can, but not at this time" You huffed, But he was still grinning before pulling a flower pot, with a rose.
"I grew this for you, Ives" He whispered, His eyes carefully scanning you expression before you chuckled.
"You know i can grow this in seconds?"
"Mhm, But still, I love you 'till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash"
A smile graced upon your lips before luke grabbed your cheeks and kissed you, the flowerpot fell into your bed, the soil staining your new bedsheet, You couldn't care less.
You deepened the kiss by pulling Luke by his neck, and a groan escaped his lips, his calloused hands then slowly went up your shorts making you moan a little, His hands became closer and closer and closer until-
"Luke?"
You two pulled away, Luke's hands were still in your inner thighs, he took a peak into your window and saw Percy, in his cute pajamas with messy blonde hair.
"Percy" Luke breathed.
"What's up?"
"The Apollo cabin seemed to be having a party, the noise is too loud and i can't sleep, i was wondering if you could go see it "
You then peaked into your window, your cheeks were pressed against luke's
"Y/n? Wait..what are you guys doing? and...why are you in her window?" Percy asked, his drowsiness seemed to have vanished.
Luke couldn't even answer percy himself, he started chuckling softly before burying his face into your neck and smothered it with kisses.
Percy then stood still before realizing, he cleared his throat, but before he could leave you called him.
"You know what? I think Luke could actually take a look at those Sun Brats" Luke immediately groaned and looked at you.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Go help the poor boy"
"Yes Ma'am"
He then got up and just as he was about to climb down your bunk bed you stopped him.
"Nah uh, You can leave where you entered"
The dark haired boy chuckled, and and started climbing down the window, before he could jump back to the ground you kissed him one last time, But this time, the kiss was much more passionate. You could've sworn percy made a gagging face before turning around.
"I love you Ives"
" 'Till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash" You said, Luke's eyes soften.
You watched as he and Percy went to the Apollo cabin to resolve the chaos.
The flower potted rose sat in your bed, You took it, and glanced at the beautiful red beauty, You sniffed the fragrance before placing it near your window as you felt Hypnos' warm palm caressing you to sleep.
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The next day, The first thing you did was bang into Felix's cabin, Giving him every detail from last night as Luke, along with percy watched you from afar.
A/N:
Hey Guys! I've been gone for too long and i just watched the new PJO series and i have to be honest, I fell in love with Charlie as Luke so here's a little treat for you guys while i finish my other fics, i do hope you guys like it!
#percy jackon and the olympians#luke castellan x reader#charlie bushnell#percy jackson#Disney series#luke castellan
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firegirl
pairing: luke castellan x daughter of Hephaestus! reader
word count: 5.2k
warnings: mention/description of drowning, very little angst.
summary: in which a date by the lake goes wrong, including a lack of swim lessons and tearful confessions.
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Youâd heard about the stories of the godâs wrath. Heraâs jealousy, Demeterâs wrath, Aphroditeâs envy - your mother had warned you through the tales of Psyche and Io and Persephone long since you were a child wading through fire. A child born of ash and fire, that was what you were. A force of destruction, born only to create with the very hands that burn through flesh and blood.
The stories didnât mean much at the time, ancient tales of caution now serving as bedtime stories for a little girl that refused to sleep due to constant nightmares. But you shouldâve paid better attention, shouldâve noticed the urgency in your mothers tone when she warned you again and again that the gods are not forgiving gods.
But maybe facing a jealous goddessâs wrath was better than any other gift your father had given you. Blessed with the knowledge of forgery and fire, you shouldâve known that youâd have to stay away from large bodies of water unless you wanted to turn a pool into a hot tub.
You never really learned to swim, not in the way that counted. Sure, you knew how to hold your breath and doggy paddle from one end to another, but your expertise in swimming never extended past the basics. It was something you werenât so keen on sharing, not when everyone knows how to swim.Â
When you were smaller, taking a bath meant going outside and having your mom spray you with the hose before you could turn the water to steam. Pool days meant dipping your toes and fingers in the water, and nothing else.
You can look, but donât touch, your mom had told after one particular accident. It was your cousinâs birthday party, another pool party to relax during the sweltering days of summer. While your cousins and their friends played chicken and cannonball into the water, you stayed at the edge of the pool, watching and just wishing to feel more than a droplet of water splash onto you.
The gods must have heard your wishing because the next thing you knew, you were submerged into water. Little six year old you in six feet deep water, what could go wrong? You donât remember much from that day, only that you screamed and splashed and cried and soon the other kids screamed and splashed around you too.
It wasnât until later that you learned that due to an overheating issue in the poolâs pipes, the poolâs water began to heat up until it was as boiling as the hot tub. A freak accident, the pool company called it after getting bombarded with angry parents threatening to sue. You also learned more years later that your panicked state brought that pool to its near boiling temperature.Â
From that day forward, your mom made a strict rule - no more pool parties, no more swim lessons, and no more unnecessary contact with water. It was too dangerous, she said. And you were too young to argue, so you agreed.
It wasn't until you arrived at Camp Half Blood when you realized how much you were missing out because of that rule. The camp itinerary was filled with fun activities that had dangerous monsters sprinkled in between the activities - perfect for someone who has no idea what world they've gotten themselves into.
There was pegasus riding in the morning, then water balloon fights between cabins, some days had sword practice against some monsters in the forest, then a lunch break while the satyrs played ancient songs on their pipes. You often watched other campers jump into the lake during the hot summer days, wondering if youâd ever get to swim freely like they do.Â
You quickly learned the dynamic within the camp, at how quickly your life can change with a simple symbol. The day that a fiery hammer hovered over your head was the day that you realized you werenât alone. Your absent father wasnât a piece of shit that couldnât afford child support but the god of fire and forgery - Hephaestus.
All the weird coincidences in your life seemed to make sense. Your constant sweating and overly warm body, your skill with handiwork despite having no experience with tools - it was in your blood to create dangerous flames, to burn and rebuild in the same breath.
The other children of Hephestus didnât seem to mind having an addition to their cabin, welcoming you with open arms that were stained with grease and oil. They were the siblings you never had, your quirks within the outside world becoming a norm within Cabin 9.Â
No one seemed to mind the constant overheating from their bodies or the unfinished projects that were scattered along the floor, no one made a face at the sweat that slipped down your face from a hard dayâs work of building and destroying and rebuilding again. It was like you could finally belong somewhere, maybe you could even call it a home.
Your siblings never complained about the countless forgery, the mixture of sweat and smoke clinging onto your clothes. There were more days where grease stained your hands and face, which left you in a sour mood after laundry duty, or when you wished you could skip dinner to finish this project because youâre so close to getting it to work.
Overalls and aprons became your favorite items to wear, your pockets filled with scraps of metal and loose screws that youâve scrapped from the other cabins. Youâve learned how toÂ
But despite the warm welcome you received from your siblings and the amazing cabin life you adapted to, you could never shake the jealousy within you when it came to lake days. Youâd often spend your time watching the campers with a longing gaze, wishing you could join them in the cool water that left them squealing and laughing when they touched the water.
Luke had suggested you spend time in the lake with him for the afternoon, saying something about needing a day to yourselves. And you agreed - most days seemed to blur together after an influx of Ares children played too roughly amongst themselves. Shields and spears needed modifications, swords needed to be resharpened, even armor needed to be fixed from some mysterious stabbings that appeared along the chest plates.Â
So there you were, standing just a couple feet away from the lake, towel in hand as if you were ever going to get into the water. Luke wasted no time getting ready for his swim, as evident by the smears of sunscreen along his nose and cheeks that hadnât been smoothed properly.
There was something about the lake that always had Luke acting excited. Maybe it was because he could step away from his duties, dropping the mask of confidence that he carried around the younger campers. Or maybe it was the sense of normalcy the lake brought, as if you werenât demigods fighting for your lives everyday and just a couple of normal teenagers enjoying a hot summer day.
âArenât you going to get in?â Luke asked, his calm tone bringing you out of your thoughts. He gave you a questioning glance at your attire, a simple once over before raising an eyebrow at you. You were still dressed in your camp shirt and shorts, stained with grease and oil from your morning in the forgery.Â
You shook your head, giving Luke a sympathetic smile. âI canât.â you said simply, brushing at the stains in your shirt as if it were the only thing stopping you from swimming. Your towel laid limp in your hold, still folded from the years of sitting in your closet, and you made a mental note to throw it out one of these days.
Luke still doesnât know of your motherâs rule or the pool incident all those years ago - mostly because you just didnât know how to tell him and because he never asked. There was hardly a day where you could have a day to yourselves as demigods, constantly preparing for war against monsters and gods and each other. Swimming seemed like the least of your worries when Zeus was threatening to smite down a certain demigod when his lightning bolt went missing.
âYou donât know how to swim?â Luke snorted, giving you a disbelieving look. He was the one to suggest a pool date in the first place and while you were inclined to agree because you do love seeing Luke shirtless, you soon began to wonder if you shouldâve declined his offer.
You rolled out your beach towel, a burnt orange color similar to your camp shirt, and sat stubbornly in the middle. You left your sandals on the grass, enjoying the slight freedom from the You didnât bother shrugging off your clothes despite your swim suit underneath, itâs not like youâd get it wet anyway.
You can look, but donât touch.
âFire and water donât mix well, Luke.â you scowled, crossing your arms defensively. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and you knew it wouldnât be long before your body began to heat up as well. In an attempt to distract yourself, you grabbed a small bottle of sunscreen from your bag, relishing in the coolness of the cream as you applied it to your arms and legs. âItâs basic science, you nerd.â
Luke raised his hands in mock surrender, casually tugging his Camp Half Blood shirt off and tossing it by his shoes. He was always so comfortable in his body, his sleeves usually rolled up to his shoulders to show off his biceps that were toned from years worth of training. And though youâve been dating for a while now, you tried not to stare at his defined stomach, at how his biceps casually flexed with every movement.
Luke cleared his throat, and you quickly looked away from his body, catching his gaze instead. âLike what you see?â he asked teasingly, giving you a suggestive smirk. You playfully scoffed and rolled your eyes, turning away from Luke to hide your own smile.
Itâs been two years since you first started dating Luke and yet he still tries to court and flirt with you like the first day you met. His ego was constantly inflated with your stares and small flirtatious quips, though you loved to act annoyed at how easily he revels in your attention. Lingering touches and lovesick glances was the trademark of your relationship with Luke, most dates filled with sneaking away from your camp to escape the reality of your lives.
âYou wish, Castellan.â You huffed, slowly toeing your own shoes off. You didnât mind not knowing how to swim, you never needed it growing up. Instead of swim lessons, your mom put you in welding and crafting lessons. Instead of wading through the deep end of pools, you learned how much heat you could handle from a fire before you could feel the burn.Â
You never complained about your lack of experience, it didnât seem like something worth complaining about. But now, as the summer days started to grow hotter and hotter, you started to envy anyone who could splash around in the lake.Â
Luke shrugged, taking no mind to your tone and immediately getting into the water. He let out a satisfied groan at the temperature, wadding further and further into the water until it was up to his waist. You watched with a smile as Luke let himself get used to the water, occasionally trying to float when the sun wasnât in his face.
âAre you sure you don't want to come in? The water is soooo niceâ Luke looked up at you from his spot in the lake, his hair already sopping wet from his plunges underwater. It took all of your strength not to let your gaze wander along his chest, down further to his abs before the water obstructed your view.Â
You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded, casually toeing the water as if you were checking the temperature. The cold water of the lake stung at first, always clashing with the overly warmness of your body. But after keeping your feet dipped in the water. It felt nice, refreshing even, to feel the biting cold of the water against the heat of your skin.Â
For a second, you forgot that you were the daughter of the fire god, blessed with eternal warmth and cursed with hotheadedness. You were just another body in the water, enjoying the refreshing cold the water offered after a long dayâs work of crafting. The water seemed to call to you, inviting you closer to the crystal clear deep of the lake, promising an ice cold plunge that would soothe your aching muscles.
A splash of cold water to your face brought you back to reality, and you opened your eyes to glare at the perpetrator. Instead of facing your annoying boyfriend, you found yourself face to face with a guilty looking son of Poseidon.
Percy Jackson winced at your glare, giving you an awkward wave. The water was at his shoulders, though the boy seemed to have no trouble standing along the deep end with your boyfriend. You waved back, giving the boy a small smile while he streamed out his apologies as quickly as he could.
âI meant to hit Luke, I swear!â he said, raising his hands in surrender. Another wave followed his hands movements and splashed you again, drenching your clothes in ice cold water. You wiped your hair from your face, letting out a hiss at the freezing sensation, but gave the boy a dismissive wave. âSorry! Sorry again!â
âPercy, stop drenching my girlfriend,â Luke said with a laugh, splashing water onto the boy. The water moved around Percy smoothly, as though the waves had a mind of its own, and crashed upon another camper nearby. In retaliation, Percy swept more water towards Luke, still splashing you with droplets whenever Luke dodged and moved around to avoid the water.
Though you couldnât join them, you enjoyed watching Luke relax on days like this - where his duties as cabin counselor didnât weigh on him and he didnât have to worry about accommodating another unclaimed child in his already crammed cabin. Instead, he was roughhousing with Percy, now determined to win whatever made up game they had thought of.
âI didnât mean to!â Percy exclaimed, still waving his hands around. Stronger waves surged towards you, hitting you with more force until you were soaking wet along the edge of the lake. Luke laughed and launched at the boy, wading deeper and deeper along the lake until Percy disappeared beneath the water and reappeared somewhere else.
You donât remember what happened next.Â
One moment, Luke is splashing more water onto Percy and youâre laughing at how theyâre moving within the water. Then in another a giant wave rushes at you, immediately pulling you deep into the water. Your surprised gasp is muffled by the sound of moving water and before you knew it, you were engulfed by the freezing sensation all around you.
The water was cold, ice cold, stinging your entire body with the freezing temperature as you fought against the invisible force in the water. You opened your mouth to scream, to call for Luke or Percy or anyone that could help, but water filled your mouth and lungs and all you could do was panic. Above you, you could see Luke and Percy halt in their roughplaying, their bodies still as you struggled underwater.
Swim, you needed to swim.Â
But you didnât know how, didnât know anything other than to frantically kick at the water, your arms reaching out for something, someone to hold onto. The pounding in your head wouldnât stop as you tried to push your way up, towards the surface that seemed to move further and further away from your reach.
You can look, but donât touch, those mocking words echoed in your mind once again, taunting you. A small part of you wanted to give up, there was no point in fighting a losing battle. But as you kicked at the water, pushing yourself up,up,up against the numbing water, you wondered how much longer you could struggle before anyone would help.
Panic clawed at your chest as the roaring of the waves crashed over you again and again. Your lungs burned, your heart pounding wildly with fear at the prospect that you might not be able to make it to the surface. You could hear the muffled shouting from above, the sound of someone shouting your name though you could barely hear it.Â
A disgruntled sound came from your mouth, weak and sad, as your arms and legs burned in agony with every movement. The burning in your lungs only grew and the salty taste in your mouth made you want to gag as you slowed your flailing to a stop. You werenât sure if you were crying or if your eyes were burning from the water, you couldnât tell anymore when all you could do was let yourself sink slowly to the bottom.
All you could do was stare at the surface, watching the light slowly dim as the silhouettes above you rushed towards you. You thought of Luke, how he wanted to have a lake party with his girlfriend before the last days of summer ended. Was that his voice calling out your name, or were you starting to hallucinate? You werenât sure anymore, not when the water numbed your entire body and the cold turned into a comforting feeling of nothingness all around you.
Maybe your mother was wrong, you thought as your eyes closed, maybe the water wasnât so bad after all. A rushing sound of water filled your ears, or maybe that was another thing your mind was making up. Maybe you could rest for a bit, let your body relax before youâd swim back to the surface.
Rest - rest was good you decided. With the last bit of consciousness that you had, you thought of Luke one more time before everything faded to black, and your body felt like the nothingness that surrounded you.
Pressure against your chest was the first thing you felt, the thump, thump, thump of something against your chest in a rhythmic beat crushing your chest. It continued in a familiar pattern, thump, thump, thump until more pressure filled your throat and lungs - air.
You woke up with a start, sitting upright and spitting out water you didnât know you had in your mouth. Tears streamed down your face as you coughed, air finally filling your lungs again as you took in deep, wild breaths. The lights were too bright, blinding you are you tried to take in your surroundings, searching for something familiar to ground you.
The sound of murmuring surrounded you, and you found yourself staring at concerned campers still clad in their swimwear and summer clothes. Sandy blonde hair, deep tans, some with freckles and others with almost glowing eyes - you recognized them as the children of Apollo, all watching you from their spots around your cot.
âWhat happened?â you rasped, glancing up at the closest person around you - a boy around Percyâs age with a grim look on his face. You recognized him from some of the games, he was more known for his healing skills than anything though he was equally as dangerous with a bow. But you couldnât remember his name, not when the slight ringing in your ears filled your head.
The boy sighed, wiping his brow as he shooed the rest of the onlookers away. The children of Apollo murmured amongst themselves as they were ushered away, concerned glances cast your way as you watched the boy move with authority. Though he was shorter than some of his siblings, the blond carried himself as if he were wiser beyond his years.
You almost felt bad for him, seeing the same weight of responsibility that constantly hounded Luke crash upon the boy, probably more with the responsibility to heal the wounded. If he had any sense of resentment for his job, the head counselor didnât show it, save for the tired look on his face once the final camper left your cot.
You attempted to lift yourself from your cot, barely bringing your legs over the edge before hissing in pain. Soreness shot from your thighs down to your calves, and you dug the palms of your hands into the soft mattress as you continued to move towards the edge.Â
As if realizing your plan, the blond rushed to the side of your cot, holding onto your shoulders in warning. Though he was younger, the child of Apollo was not weak. His grip tightened on your shoulder, as if holding you in place, and you didn't dare challenge his hold. He stared at you, blue eyes daring you to move any closer to the edge, and you felt compelled to heed the hidden warning in his gaze.
âYou drowned, I donât even think calling you lucky is the right thing to describe your situation.â he said softly, his grip never loosening. He reminded you of those doctors you see on those dramatic shows back at home, with a stern and yet disappointed look on his face that made him look older than he really was. âI donât know how long you were out, but you didnât have a pulse when they brought you hereâŚâ He trailed off, and you sunk into your bed at the realization that you were more than just unconscious. Gods, you almost died drowning. An embarrassed flush spread at your cheeks at the image of the younger campers watching you horribly flail around in the water. You made a mental note to look for swimming lessons from the naiads around the lake, as if theyâd be more help than the only child of Poseidon in camp.
âIs Luke-â
âHeâs taking a break, heâs been here since you got here.â he said, his light blue eyes gleaming with a knowing look. You let out a small sigh of relief, falling back into the soft pillows of the Apollo cabinâs cot. The pain in your arms and legs had now dulled to soreness, and you knew youâd have to take it easy for the next few days until you could return to the forgery again.
The camper didnât say anything else as he rummaged through the cabinets and drawers of the healing station. Youâre not sure how long you were out for, and a small part of you was too afraid to ask. The knowledge of the time that passed while the children of Apollo tried to bring you back to consciousness made your head feel dizzy and something like bile threatened to rise at the thought of Luke seeing you like that.
Sometime later, the familiar sound of the dinner bell rang throughout camp. Voices all flooded outside the cabin, conversations carrying into your side of the Apollo cabin as the campers made their way to the dining pavilion. Youâre pretty sure you heard your name in a couple of the conversations, and you turned away from the window to avoid the wandering gazes of the curious campers walking by.
The door to the cabin opened and the setting sunâs light peered into the cabin, bringing a dramatic backlight to whoever entered. You tilted your head towards the light, eyes blinking at the golden light as you took in the silhouette of none other than your boyfriend.
Ah, Will Solace, you suddenly remembered the familiar freckles and subtle Texan accent that could only belong to one child of Apollo here. Youâve seen him run throughout camp a couple times, sometimes wandering close toÂ
âSheâs been up for some time,â Will murmured, more to Luke than you. Luke mumbled something to Will before moving past the boy, walking up to your cot, pressing his fingers against your palm before gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. You leaned into his soft touch, glancing up at him for the first time since the incident.
âHi,â you whispered softly, looking up at Luke with a sudden shyness. Part of you wanted to hide under your covers, to pretend that you lost your memory and conveniently forgot everything that happened at the lake. But the bloodshot red in Lukeâs eyes and slight frown on his lips had a pang of hurt echo throughout your chest at the realization of just how devastating Luke looked.
âHi,â he whispered back, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, looking away slightly while he blinked his tears away, and you glanced at your hands instead. You gave him the time he needed, holding his hand with shaking fingers and squeezing it gently. âIâm sorry forâŚ.everything.â
You frowned at Lukeâs words, at the sullen look in his face and guilt in his tone. He was always so quick to blame himself when things went wrong, so selfless and yet selfishly taking the blame. It was the burden he always seemed to carry as one of the eldest campers, to accept more and more responsibility until the weight broke you down.
âItâs not your fault,â you said softly. Guilt lay heavy in your words, at your own fault for scaring Luke this way. But he needed comfort, he needed you just as much as you needed him right now, and you were okay with ignoring what happened if it meant that Luke would calm down.âIt was an accident, thatâs all.â
Luke continued, as if he didnât hear you, his words coming out in a jumbled stream of panicked breaths. You could practically see his train of thought, the anxious thoughts leading with what if, what if, what if, pulling him down a rabbit hole of worse and worse situations. âI shouldâve known. I wasnât thinking and next thing I knew, you were underwater-â
âLuke,â you said sternly, dropping his hand. He turned towards you, that same sad look still in his eyes, now amplified at your tone. Gods, what you would give to make it go away, to make him laugh once more and see that stupid smile you love so much. âIâm okay. I just canât swim, itâs not a big deal.â
Luke blinked, the only indication of surprise heâd give you. You could see the internal battle within him, forcing him to choose one or the other - to scold or cry, to hold or push away.
âYou didnât have a pulse.â Luke said at last. His eyes were full of tears and when he looked at you, you saw fear, true fear in Lukeâs eyes. Luke, who never hesitated to break up a brawl between campers, who wasnât afraid to speak of his father with spite and venom in his voice. Luke, the greatest man youâve ever known, regardless of his demigod status or parentage, was afraid. âWhen we got you back on land, you didnât have a pulse.â
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. There were so many things to say, comforting words mixed with a thousand apologies, but you couldnât find the words. Today was an accident, but you were here, you were okay.
âI started CPR, but you neverâŚâ he cleared his throat and blinked at the tears despite the fact that theyâve fallen down his cheeks already. You lifted a hand to his cheeks, your thumb gently brushing away the tears and tracing down the scar that bore down his face. He was always so brave, but a small part of you wondered if you truly scared Luke for the first time in your relationship. âIt wasnât until Will got to you and started doing compressions, you finally started to regain consciousness.â
âI thought I lost you,â he admitted. You didnât say anything, letting the words settle within you. Luke looked up at you, lips trembling and tears falling. His confident cool-guy persona was gone, the mask finally broken and revealing Lukeâs vulnerable side, the one he kept so secretly hidden from everyone in his life. âI donât...I donât know what I would do without you.â
Lukeâs shoulders slumped, as if his confession had been weighing on him the entire time. You patted your hand at the now empty space on the other side of your cot, smoothing out the blanketâs wrinkles. Luke looked up at you, as if asking for permission, and you nodded.
âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily,â you said softly, scooting towards the edge of your cot and looking up at Luke expectantly. Luke just stood by the side, watching you with caution, as if he were afraid you were going to fall unconscious once again. You tried to ignore the pang of hurt that echoed in your chest at his stillness. âYouâre stuck with me, Castellan. Forever and ever.â
Gently, Luke settled into the space next to you, shifting his body ever so slightly to avoid the creaking of the cot beneath you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body until you could rest your head on his chest. You nestled into his embrace, the solid warmth of his chest offering solace in the empty room around you.
His heart beat in a soft and steady rhythm, the faint ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum of his heartbeat bringing a soothing comfort only Luke could ever bring. It was your favorite sound - the promise of his eternal devotion, the reminder that heâs just as okay as you are.
âNo more lake days.â Luke murmured more to himself, his voice a soft whisper against your neck. His breath felt warm against your skin, and you shifted slightly in Lukeâs hold to look at him better.
Dark, curly hair swept along his forehead, nearly covering his eyes. You brushed his hair away from his face, fingers gently playing with his curls. But it was his eyes that truly captivated you - pools of soft brown that gazed at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat, drawing you into their depths like a moth to a flame.
In their depths, you could see a myriad of emotions swirling - love, longing, and a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface. It was as if his eyes held the secrets to his soul, bared for you and you alone to see.
As Luke looked at you now, his gaze soft and full of affection, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest. In the soft brown of Lukeâs eyes was the reflection of your own love, mirrored back to you in all its raw and unbridled beauty.
You hummed in response, stretching your arms out to wrap them around his broad shoulders. His arms flexed as he held you tightly, as if he were afraid to ever let go, and you didnât mind. âNo more lake days.â
You laid entwined in each otherâs arms, the weight of todayâs actions leaving your mind. Tomorrow, youâd ask Percy for swim lessons and maybe offer some food to Poseidon as an apology. Youâd definitely thank Will Solace later, maybe with a handmade gift that could hold his medical instruments.Â
But for now, you were content laying with Luke, the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulling you to a dreamless slumber.
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Immortal Danger II
Apollo x wife!Reader
Summary: Despite an extravagant wedding, Apollo is still confronted by those who want to end his marriage
Warning: Smut; Ares, Demeter, and Phobos slander; attempted assault; alcohol consumption and mentions of underage drinking; probably some ancient greek wedding inaccuracies
Word Count: 5k
Part 1 | Masterlist
Apparently a wedding in Vegas wasnât good enough for my mother because I found myself in her green house mansion on Olympus being lectured and listening to her berate Apollo.
âDem, weâre all adults here,â my husband tried to reason.
âShe isnât even a century old!â Demeter cried in exasperation.
âTwenty-four is considered an adult on earth,â I offered. âDidnât Persephone run off with Hades when she was seventeen?â
âOh donât even get me started on him!â my mother ranted. âWhat is with you gods and my daughters?â Apollo opened his mouth but she just held a hand up, silencing him. âNo! I donât want to hear all the perverted things you think about her.â
âWhen did you become such a prude, Dem? My father told me all about your wild days.â If Apollo could die heâd be trapped in Tartarus right now based on the glare she sent him.
âA âVegasâ wedding officiated by a mortal is not a real wedding. I wonât have you two living in sin.â
âWell weâve been âsin-ââ
I clamped a hand over Apolloâs mouth, silencing him. âFirstly, with all due respect⌠Mother, you have the wrong religion there.â
âWell we donât have set moral codes like Christians do!â she cried. âUrgh youâre both so infuriating. You two are going to have a proper, traditional wedding. You,â she looked pointedly at me, âwill be staying here until your wedding because I donât want you,â she turned her glare to Apollo, âdefiling her more than you already have.â
I shared a glance with Apollo who appeared to share my sentiments. âFine,â I agreed. âAs long as the wedding occurs within a month.â
âAnd after you are married you will stay here. Apollo can visit you but thatâs it. No spending nights at his home or going out to sneak around,â Demeter insisted.
âMother!â I immediately chastised.
âDemeter!â my now fiancĂŠ cried simultaneously. âThatâs unreasonable. I know you think of her as your baby and youâre afraid youâre going to lose her like Persephone but sheâs my wife. Sheâll be my wife again. You canât treat her like an untrustworthy teenager. Besides, you know as well as I do that according to tradition, the marriage isnât legitimate unless we live together.â
âWell then you may as not get married at all!â Demeter offered sarcastically.
âMother, itâs not as if Iâm disappearing or weâre just fooling around. I love him,â I professed, looking back at Apollo with a smile.
He returned it before standing up to confront my mom. âY/Nâs right, weâre not just fooling around. After all, weâre already married.
She only rolled her eyes before giving a sigh of defeat. âBe ready for the wedding. Hera, Aphrodite, and I will be planning it,â she said with an accusatory finger before disappearing.
~
Two weeks later and my mother had managed to pull together a wedding she deemed acceptable. She had wanted to hold it a century from now but I forced her hand. But in preparations for the wedding, I met all the gods. Except for Ares they were all excited for me. Even Aphrodite who had reprimanded Ares when he got aggressive.
âYou know, itâs not too late to join the Hunt,â Artemis offered again as she braided my hair back for the wedding. Ever since we met she has been trying to convince me to dump her brother and swear him and all other men off for forever.
âArtemis!â Aphrodite whined from across the room. âStop putting ideas in her head. Why do you hate true love?â
âDonât you have a husband that isnât Ares?â Artemis quipped.
âThatâs different,â she claimed, standing up from the sofa she was lounging on. âThat was not true love.â
âAnd donât you have dozens of children that are neither Hephaestusâ nor Aresâ?â
âUgh what do you know?â Aphrodite scoffed. She stood on front of me, stooping down to make eye contact. âY/N, donât listen to her. You and Apollo are meant to be, I know it. And running around in the woods for eternity wonât bring you joy. Do you really want to camp with a bunch of 12 year old girls for the rest of eternity? Itâd be like⌠well⌠being stuck at Camp Half-Blood for all eternity.â
I chuckled, appreciating both the goddessesâ efforts. âThanks for the assurance Aphrodite and thanks for the offer Artemis. If he pisses me off enough in like 500 years then I may take you up on your offer.â
Hera then entered wearing a traditional chiton. âTodayâs the gamos!â she said excitedly as she entered. She seemed shockingly excited considering I was marrying her husbandâs bastard. âAphrodite, put a beauty charm on her and then get her in her dress.â She then left after barking orders much like my mother.
Both goddesses complied and soon enough I was dressed in an extravagant chiton, decorated in gold, and with a lace veil over my face. They led me to an enormous dining hall decorated in white and gold, the gorgeous ceiling enchanted to reflect the sky outside, depicting the stars and the moon. As I was looking around in awe, I caught Apolloâs smile. Upon noticing my attention was directed at him, he raised his glass to me which I recognized as his attempt to compliment me.
According to Athenian tradition, the bride wasnât supposed to have contact with the groom until the unveiling ceremony but there was a feast beforehand.
I was sat where Apollo couldnât see me so I was fortunately allowed to eat. On my plate was a square of ambrosia and with just a wave of my hand it turned into a proper wedding dish.
As I was chatting with Artemis and some of her huntersâwho wanted to sit as far from the male guests as possibleâHera and Demeter came flitting up next to me. âItâs time for the unveiling ceremony!�� Hera gushed.
âItâs not too late to back out,â Demeter offered again. âYou donât have to swear things off with Apollo but you can at least postpone,â she pleaded hopefully.
I looked up at her sympathetically. I knew she just wanted to have her daughter to herself but I couldnât help but be reminded of the half-blood daughters that were never this important to her. âMother, I want this,â I informed her earnestly again. âI love Apollo and he loves me too. Iâm ready to begin my immortal life with him.â
âDemeter, I know there are a lot of feelings here but we have to go,â Hera tried to calm her sister before flipping the veil back over my head and ushering me from my seat. I complied until I reached the grand entrance of the hall. Stood in the doorway was Apollo also in a traditional chiton. Just past him, awaiting us outside was the chariot that would take us to his home.
I stepped up closer to him, smiling up at him as he beamed down at me. He literally was the sun personified and I couldnât wait to spend eternity with him.
If there were any formal rituals associated with the unveiling ceremony they had either been long since forgotten or Apollo didnât care because he took a more modern approach. After a whispered, âI love you,â he took the veil and flipped it over my head before gently placing one hand on my jaw, the other on my waist before kissing me deeply. Much like modern Christian ceremonies.
Although, the kiss wasnât very Christian as it was deep and passionate and Apollo seemed reluctant to end it. Every time he pulled away slightly it was just to connect our lips deeper again. He only pulled away when a shout came from Hermes. âYouâre not in your bedchambers yet!â
Apollo pulled away with a laugh while I flushed with embarrassment. Upon noticing me, he pulled me closer with a laugh whilst I buried my face in his shoulder. I could feel his deep, joyful laugh as he turned to address the room. âThe sun may be up a lot later tomorrow morning!â he announced to the room.
I groaned against his shoulder, pushing him towards the chariot. As he stepped away from me, he grabbed my hand. He helped me up onto the chariot before stepping up himself. As soon as he was stood firmly behind me, I urged the horses forward.
As we proceeded out, all of our guests appeared along the path all the way to Apolloâs home. Used to all the praise and attention, Apollo waved to other other deities as they cheered us on, with me tucked under his arm trying not to fall out of the chariot.
As we reached the grand entrance of the mansion, we finally had some privacy. The sun god helped me down from the chariot again, before sweeping me off my feet. âAnd now, we will enter our home, cementing our marriage,â he explained with a smile.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me through the magically opened doors. He didnât even bother to pretend to want to celebrate that we were married now, he immediately carried me up towards the bedroom. âYouâre going to hate your mother for not letting me see you for two weeks because tonight Iâm making up for not fucking you for that time,â he explained eagerly.
As he went the doors opened automatically until he was placing me on the middle of the bed. He followed, kneeling on the bed with a leg on either side of my hips, looking down at me. I began unfastening the bindings of my chiton but Apollo just snapped his fingers and I was in white lingerie. Before I could comprehend what happened, he tore the bralette off of me as his lips found mine. As he kissed me, I could feel his warm hands on my breasts, fondling them and teasing my nipples.
Soon enough his lips were leaving mine and trailing down my neck and chest until one of my nipples was in his mouth. I let out a soft moan as I felt his tongue swirl around me. He moved to the other breast, simultaneously sliding his other hand to my panties which I now realized were entirely lace as there was virtually nothing in between his fingers and my pussy.
As his thumb found my clit and his mouth continued the assault on my breasts, I could only let out cries of pleasure. My hands found his back as I dug my nails into his skin, trying to ground myself. But one hand overstimulating my clit, the other rubbing circles around my nipple, and the other nipple still being tortured by his mouth was too much and my panties became even more soaked as I climaxed.
Upon feeling my entire body seize, Apollo pulled away from me with a satisfied smile. I stared up at him in slight wonderment. I never orgasmed that fast, I would have thought that Iâd be less sensitive as a goddess. Seeing my surprise, Apollo explained with a laugh. âNow that weâre both immortal and married weâre more in tune with each other,â he explained. âItâs like our bodies are made for each other. They just react more to each other than when you were mortal.â
âSo you feel it more too?â I asked. He nodded. âGood,â I smiled. I snapped my fingers and all of a sudden his chiton was gone and he was naked. Before he could react, I had pushed him to lay on the bed, my body on top of his. Much like what he had done to me prior, I gave him a brief yet deep kiss before lowering my head to his already erect cock. I met his eager gaze, holding eye contact as I grasped his cock. Stroking it a bit, I brought my mouth down on it while still maintaining eye contact. I felt his entire body shiver as I wrapped my lips around the sensitive head that was already leaking precum.
I licked at the sensitive head ever so slightly, bringing my mouth up and down his shaft the littlest bit, teasing him. But as I reached the very end of his cock, acting as if I was about to pull away, his hand shot out to my head, keeping me in place. Looking up, I found his face contorted in pleasure, the hand not tangled in my hair was gripping the sheets. âDonât stop,â he said in a strained voice. I complied, continuing my assault on his cock. As a goddess, I no longer had to worry about a gag reflex so I could take his entire cock in my mouth, something he deeply appreciated judging by his deep groans.
I tried to keep going until he came in my mouth but his grip on my hair pulled me away. âNo!â he grunted out. âI wanna cum inside you first.â He immediately flipped us so now he was on top of me but my head was nearly hanging off the foot of the bed, ripping off my lace panties in the process. He stared down hungrily at my cunt, licking his lips like a starved man. Rather than fuck me like I thought he was going to, he brought his mouth to my core. Upon feeling his mouth wrap around my core, tongue prodding at my clit, I let out more of a yell than a moan. I was so sensitive from the previous orgasm, I came directly in his mouth this time. But rather than stop there, he kept going. His tongue made its way inside my clenching hole, swirling around, making me see stars.
I was squirming around so much his hands had locked around my hips, immobilizing me. All I could do was beg him to stop as he assaulted my cunt until he finally pulled away after one more release. âI need you inside me,â I begged him as he raised himself to his knees. He smiled, eagerly complying. He pulled my hips up until they were flush with his. I brought my legs up as he did so, resting them on his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside of me.
I screamed so loudly in pleasure youâd think I was being murdered. Gods I was so sensitive from the previous orgasms and our newfound connection.
Once he was fully in me I could feel his cock twitching inside of me and I knew what that meant. He had never cum this fast but then again, never had I either. I rolled my hips into his, wanted him to feel the same pleasure I had and I could immediately feel him spill inside of me. Which made me cum around his cock, milking everything out of him.
But he didnât pull out or soften inside of me. That was the nice thing about gods, there was no refractory period. As soon as he stopped cumming, his hips were moving again, fucking me.
I quickly became a babbling mess as he continued to fuck me through numerous orgasms each. He had me bent over, riding him, under him, every position imaginable. Sometimes he was rough, other times more gentle and loving. No matter what we did I loved every moment of it.
He only stopped when he had to go get the sun chariot ready. Despite the fact that I didnât need to sleep anymore, I immediately passed out as soon as he left.
~
Apolloâs lips on my neck were the only things that pulled me out of the inviting grasp of sleep. I let out a groan so he knew that I was awake.
ââMorning,â he greeted in my ear. âSo today is called epaulia, itâs when everyone comes to congratulate us and bring gifts,â he explained through kisses. âI can tell them that youâre not feeling up to it today if you want. I know youâre new to immortality and last night was a lot.â I could feel his smug grin against the skin of my jaw. âBut, if you choose not to see anyone then Iâm warning you that youâre not leaving this bed.â
I finally peeled my eyes fully open. Fortunately the blinds around the bed had been drawn so I wasnât blinded. I rolled over, meeting his gaze. âI know Iâm immortal and as much as I would love to spend the entire day in bed with you, I think I might actually die of exhaustion if you do that to me.â A grin appeared on his face as his fingers found their way in between my legs. âApollo,â I moaned, tossing my head back as his fingers assaulted my still puffy and throbbing clit.
âOkay,â he agreed, as if he werenât fingering me right now. âIâll tell them they can come over once Iâm done.â He continued, his fingers fucking me to the edge of an orgasm. But before I could finish, a gong rang through the home. I jumped and Apollo pulled away. âOh shit, I guess they came anyways.â He pressed a kiss to my cheek before jumping out of bed. âIâll talk to them while you get dressed. Technically today is about you since epaulia is supposed to make the bride more comfortable.â I just stared at him, still a little bit flabbergasted before he disappeared.
After a minute of calming myself down, I got up. Going to the vanity I found my messy appearance. Fortunately I could just give myself a beauty charm, something Aphrodite taught me, and I looked like I hadnât spent the night being fucked within an inch of my life. I summoned a white slip dress that was still modest enough to be worn in front of my family.
With one last look in the mirror I headed downstairs, finding several goods and goddesses standing in the foyer. As soon as they noticed my presence, several of the goddesses came flocking over to me. They were all asking about last nightâquestions I wouldnât be answering considering I hardly knew themâand shoving gifts in my hands.
Seeing as I didnât have enough hands, they all herded me towards the kitchen, lining the counters with their gifts. Eventually Apollo made his way towards me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. He addressed the crowd with ease, telling them thanks but not to crowd me. His confidence was baffling but I guess when youâve spent centuries being adored it comes easily.
Aphrodite pushed her way through the crowd, Ares standing behind her with a glare. I retreated further into Apolloâs embrace, remembering how he was trying to kill me just two weeks ago. âOpen my present,â Aphrodite gushed, oblivious to her loverâs glare.
Shaking off Aresâ intimidation, I took the pink box in my hand. âAphrodite, do I want to open this in front of everyone?â I asked, my eyes flickering across the room of mostly strangers and meeting my motherâs scowl.
âYes, itâs fine!â she insisted. âItâs just perfume.â I opened it reluctantly, knowing that her perfumes were love potions. I pulled it out of the box, the label informing me that it would make me irresistible.
A few other visitors presented their gifts. I was delighted by the plants that Athena, Artemis, and a few nymphs gave me. There were a few lingerie sets that I didnât take out of the boxes and bags. As well as a few other home goods.
By the time I had gotten through the mountain of gifts, someone had pulled out the alcoholic nectar. Aphrodite quickly pushed a champagne flute of it into my hands. âHave you ever drank, Y/N?â she asked. âYou were at camp a long time.â
âUm, once when I was 15 before I became a year-round camper,â I explained. âMy boyfriend at the time and I-â
âYour boyfriend?â Apollo demanded in surprise, having never left my side.
âYou knew about him!â I defended. âWe only made out a couple times.â
âStill,â he huffed.
âI know your children. I grew up with some of them,â I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes playfully. âYeah whatever,â he said with a pout before breaking out in a smile. âHey, Iâm gonna go talk to Hermes,â he informed, pressing a kiss to my temple. He then looked at Aphrodite. âPlease donât let her get too drunk,â he requested. âThereâs a difference between mortal alcohol and god alcohol. Even Dionysus has made a fool of himself off of this stuff.â
âDonât worry,â Aphrodite assured. âIâll take care of her.â
He gave her an uneasy look but I just pushed him to go. âGo have fun. Iâll be fine.â
âOkay,â he said reluctantly. âI love you,â he told me before disappearing into the crowd.
I looked back at Aphrodite and she was immediately waving her hand, shots appearing on the counter. âOh weâre getting you wasted tonight,â she laughed. I laughed with her, grabbing a shot off the counter.
âTo love,â I toasted with her as she grabbed a glass.
~~
Apollo and several other gods were in the den, talking with an American football game playing when Hermes came in. âApollo!â he called across the room, obviously a little drunk. âYour wife is fun!â he slurred.
By now all the men were looking at him. Apollo stood up, going to his friend. âWhat do you mean, bud?â he asked.
âWell I was going to get some food but I ended up doing shots with Y/N,â he explained enthusiastically. A few chuckles erupted from the room. New immortals were rare but when they got inebriated the first time it was always funny. âThat girl can drink.â
Apollo chuckled nervously, directing his friend to the couch before going back out to the main room. Stepping into the main living space, he found Artemis with her on the couch, trying to force ambrosia into her mouth.
âY/N, you have to either eat or Iâll force you to throw up,â he heard Artemis threaten.
âThanks âMis,â he interrupted, taking a seat on the other side of his wife. âIâve got it from here.â His twin nodded before standing up and disappearing into the crowd.
His wife looked at him with a smile. âSorry I got drunk,â she giggled. Apollo couldnât help but smile. She was cute like this.
âItâs ok, I donât blame you. Aphrodite was supposed to watch you.â
âShe did this to me.â
âYeah, well, you need to sober up a bit before you rejoin the party,â he said, taking her hand. She followed him up into a standing position but immediately tripped over herself. Catching her, Apollo held her close to help her keep her balance. âLetâs try this,â he said, before transporting them to their bedroom.
He managed to get her to the bed, sitting her down on it. Out of nowhere she gasped. âYouâre trying to take advantage of a drunk girl!â she immediately erupted into giggles.
He smiled, joining her laugh. âNo, youâre gonna sleep off the shots.â She huffed but agreed anyways. Apollo thanked her for her cooperation. âIâll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything,â he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before going back downstairs.
~~
I laid back on the bed, staring up at the windows above me. Despite the fact that there were still no clouds in the sky, it looked like it was moving. My head seemed to swim and it was as if my body was mortal again. I felt so weak now.
Just before I found the strength to roll over and go to sleep, I head the bedroom door open. âApollo?â I called, assuming it was him. When I got no response I sat up, finding a vaguely familiar figure coming up the stairs. My vision was too hazy to see his face distinctly.
âHey, Y/N,â the voice came.
As the figure got closer I could finally make out his face. âPhobos?â I guessed.
He smiled. âYou remember me and youâre not screaming in terror,â he chuckled. I shrugged awkwardly. He sighed, sitting on the bed next to me. âListen, uh, I'm sorry about trying to kill you. Fatherâs orders, yâknow?â
âUh, sure,â I agreed.
âI was hoping you could forgive me,â he requested. He kept moving his head to look into my eyes, as if willing me to agree. Fortunately for me, my vision was going in and out of focus too much for it to have any affect.
âYeah, we could be friends,â I slurred excitedly.
âWell, I was uh⌠hoping we could be more than friends,â he said nervously. Before I could ask him what he meant, his lips were on mine. His hands locked onto my jaw and neck, holding me in place as I struggled.
As he tried to lay me down on the bed, I slipped out of his grasp. Literally falling onto the floor. I tried to crawl away but he was straddling my hips, pinning me down in a second. âApollo!â I yelled, tears streaming down my face in fear.
Before I could yell again, Apolloâs face was in front of me. As if it had replaced Phobosâ. âHey, whatâs wrong?â Apolloâs voice came but it sounded hollow. âItâs just me,â he assured. His lips found my neck, hand trailing up my body.
âNo!â I cried. âI donât wanna right now. I feel weird.â
âYouâll feel better,â he assured, continuing to touch me.
âPhobos!â I yelled, pushing him away, or trying to at least. âApollo wouldnât do this to me!â I insisted, recalling all the times when I told him I didnât want to do anything and he backed off. âApollo!â I screamed again, hoping heâd hear me over the talking and music.
I cried harder as his hands found the neckline of my dress. But before he could work the garment off of me, there was a flash of light and a yell. âWhat in Tartarus are you doing, Phobos?!â Apolloâs enraged yell came. The god on top of me immediately changed back to his original form as Apollo yanked him away.
The vague forms of other gods appeared as Apollo was still holding Phobos. A girl I recognized as Athena came rushing over to my side, making sure I was ok. âWhat happened?â she asked.
It was hard to explain through the alcohol and the tears but I told them about how he came up and started trying to assault me.
âItâs not like that!â Phobos insisted. âAres told me I should try to get with her.â
âWhy?â Zeusâ booming voice demanded from his son and grandson. No one answered. âTell me or Hecate will be administering truth serums.â
An angry voice belonging to Ares answered reluctantly. âI thought that if Y/N cheated on Apollo she'd leave him for Phobos and then heâd be devastated that my son stole his wife.â There were a few murmurs and I could vaguely hear Aphrodite reprimand him. âBut I didnât tell him to force himself on her.â
Apollo started yelling, causing some of the others to start yelling until Zeus silenced them. âEnough! Ares and Phobos, youâre coming with me. Apollo, take care of your wife. Y/N,â I think I vaguely looked in his direction, âI'm sorry your epaulia was ruined and this happened to you. Everyone else out of Apolloâs home!â he yelled to the rest of the house. There were a few groans and disagreements but within a few minutes everyone had disappeared, leaving just me, my husband, and mother.
âCâmon,â he said, picking me up off the floor. I curled into him as he carried me to the bed.
Meanwhile my mother was still there, arms crossed and tapping her foot like a cartoon. âSee I knew something like this would happen.â
âDem, can we not do this now?â Apollo asked as he placed me on the bed.
âYou canât even protect her!â she continued anyways. âYou knew she was vulnerable but were too busy with your friends. I knew you werenât capable of being a husband.â
âHey-â Apollo began.
âAnd you!â Demeter continued anyway. She appeared in my still hazy vision. âGetting that drunk at your own epaulia? What were you thinking? He wouldnât have tried to force himself on you if you hadnât been so irresponsible.â
âThatâs enough, Demeter!â my husband yelled at her. âYouâve been nothing but critical ever since you found out about us. But weâre married, twice now. You canât change that. And are you seriously blaming her for what just happened? You of all people should be sympathetic and be glad I got there when I did.â
I could hear Demeterâs huff. âWell she wouldnât have been in danger in the first place if you never got involved.â Then there was a flash of light and she was gone.
Apolloâs sigh came before he settled down on the bed with me. âIâm so sorry that happened,â he stated, pulling me tightly into his chest. âI never should have left you alone.â
ââS ok,â I consoled, still slurring my words. âNot your fault.â
âI love you so much,â he said, hugging me impossibly tighter. âI swear that nothing like that will ever happen again.â
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Luke Castellan x Daughter Of Apollo Reader
warnings: strong language, parental death, no use of y/n instead the nickname star is used a lot.
summery: it was time to come back to camp for summer, but during break itâs like your body finally decided to mature and itâs hard to ignore.
title is the song Uptown Girl by Billy Joel. Fic is heavily based on the kissing booth on netflix.
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YOU AND CHRIS RODRIGUEZ have been best friends since being in the womb, literally. Your moms were BFFs before people even used the term BFF. So you were raised like twins and youâve been pretty much inseparable ever since. Not even the Gods could tear you apart, turns out both of you are demigods and were sent off to Camp Half-Blood at the age of 8.
You donât remember a lot at the starting days of Camp, but a lot of stuff has happened between now and then that you do remember. First week at Camp you got claimed by Apollo, Chris didnât in fact it took Hermes quite a while to claim his son but at least he didnât have to move cabins!
You learned that archery is harder than it looks even if you are a child of Apollo, but the Infirmary was much easier, and thatâs where you learnt you had the power of healing!
You and Chris tried all different activities together, one of those activities being sword fighting where you almost cut off his foot and he sliced a huge cut on your arm. That was before he accidentally let his sword fly out of his hand and hit an older Ares boy on the back. He came storming over to you both ready to attack, but then you got protected by one of Chrisâs older brothers, Luke, who scared him off. Chris had to pay protection tax though, and got a huge wedgie that he was walking funny from for a week.
You watched Chris finally get claimed after 5 years, but he wasnât too excited about it. You also watched Luke get into his first fight, he won. Participated in Capture the Flag for the first time with the Hermes and Athena cabin, you won but had tons of patients afterwards.
You found out that your mom was sick, you went to visit her at the hospital for the first time and at 13 you decided that you didnât need to stay at Camp all year round, summer was enough. You tried to get used to being at home without Chris and all the other friends you made, but what was especially hard was not being able to talk to anyone about your mom being sick, nobody knew, not even Chris. You just didnât want anyone to worry or treat you differently, so you just kept your mouth shut.
When you got back during summer your first conversation with Chris was an argument over who was the best fighter, so to show him where you punched him in the face, which he stormed off because of. So to make up for it you gave him your desert that night.
You also got into a fight with Luke for beating up Chris, and made up with Luke by letting him help you with your sword fighting game. Heâs so good at sword fighting.
You finally got the hang of archery at 15 after shooting a lot of stray arrows that were never to be seen again. And when you got back home you had a tough talk with your mom, sat with her a while and tried to help her put makeup on like when your where little and used to just look at her in full awe. But this time, you werenât much help. And when she fell asleep, you held her hand a long time, you only ever cried when she was asleep.
When you got back to Camp you tried to score your first kiss with some random Demeter boy till a ball knocked you unconscious, wasnât exactly a love connection.
You saw Luke for the first time with his new scar and the best swordsman in 300 years attitude, which strangely made him so much more attractive to you. Then you watched Luke get in another fight, and he won.
Watched Luke teach younger kids how to do some basic training, and watched Chris try to help out but Luke used him as a training dummy and he got knocked out.
You learned that girls can be really mean, especially the ones who pretend to be your friends just to get to Luke.
You played 7 minutes in heaven! But it turned out to be a big fail when you both butted heads, so maybe you werenât ready for your first kiss yet, thatâs fine! Though you did go through a big rabbit hole of wondering why you hadnât had your first kiss yet, or even gone on a date.
You realised you had a crush on Luke after losing focus on whatever Chris was rambling on about and just stared at him for what seemed like hours as he practised fighting. But you got over it, mostly.
Then at 17 the last year you would ever spend at home, you said goodbye to your mom. You had a lot to say, and told her a lot about Camp, especially about Luke.
I think thatâs about it, because you were about to enter Camp again as a year rounder. Which is gonna be hard to explain to Chris. When you walk into Camp all of the worries you had disappeared when that wave of excitement hits you, and so does a ball.
âOw!â you hiss as the ball collides with the side of your head, you quickly spin around to catch the culprit, and thatâs when you laid eyes on your best friend grinning like the devil. âChris! What the hell, that hurt!â
âYeah, it was supposed too!â Chris scoffed and ran over to you snatching the ball out of your hands, then he whined âYouâre a week late, where the hell have you been?â
âDecided to stay a little longer, itâs no biggie, Iâm here now.â you roll at how dramatic he was being.
âWoah. What the hell happened to you, did you have like a body swap or something. Like when did you get hot?â Chrisâs eyes widened as he looked you up and down. Over break, it was like your body finally decided to catch up with your age, but the only disadvantage of that was none of your old clothes fit anymore, either your jeans were too tight or your shirts were now crop tops.
âHey, Iâve always been hot.â you pout and swatted Chrisâs hand away when he started to poke you. Your head moves from your best friend in front of you as he starts to ramble on about something that you couldnât care less to hear about.
Camp has always been breathtaking, on a hot, sunny day, the forest came alive with the brilliance of summer. The beautiful green trees, standing tall and proud, formed a lush canopy that provided a much-needed respite from the sun's fierce rays. Their leaves, vibrant and full, shimmered in the golden light, casting playful shadows on the ground below.
In the heart of this verdant haven, childrenâs laughter rang out like a symphony of pure joy. Barefoot and carefree, they dashed across the soft, mossy floor, their energy boundless and their spirits high. Some played tag, their gleeful shrieks echoing through the trees, while others wove daisy chains and told stories under the shade of the ancient oaks. The air was filled with the sweet scent of pine and the earthy aroma of sun-warmed soil.
Amidst this lively scene stood the huge vintage cabins, timeless guardians of this enchanted place. Their log walls, weathered by years yet sturdy and strong, told tales of countless summers gone by. Each cabin, adorned with hand-carved details and wide porches, exuded a rustic charm that invited campers to step back in time.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its warm, golden light over everything, the cabins seemed to glow with a quiet radiance. Their presence was a comforting constant amidst the laughter and play, a reminder of the simple, enduring joys of life. The children, unaware of the passage of time and the dangers of the outside world, continued their games, their laughter mingling with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds.
It was nice to be home.
And then there he was, Luke Castellan, walking out of the woods and over to the Hermes cabin. The sun seemed to follow him like a spotlight, making the sweat that laced his forehead glisten like glitter.
Chris snapped his fingers in front of your face, âStar, you listening?â your best friend huffed as you hummed staring at him with a blank expression. âSure you were. As I was saying, this summer Iâm going to actually do it. Iâm going toâ
âChris,â Luke spoke up behind Chris making the boy jump âYou seen my towel?â, he had a smug smirk plastered on his face as he smoothly looked you up and down. The action made your face feel hot as his smirk grew wider when he locked eyes with you again.
You hated yourself for how easily the boy made you feel so weak in the knees, especially since you and Chris had a strict list of friendship rules. And Chris was responsible for rule number 9, which specifically states siblings are totally off-limits.
You didnât think was fair at all because heâs had the same crush on the same ares girl ever since he made that rule, so it was mainly a rule for you to follow.
âYes asshat, I used it after my long and hard, sweaty training sesh.â Chris sarcastically nodded rolling his eyes, making you giggle.
âHey, Star.â Luke smiled his voice reeking of cockiness, he was the one that came up with the nickname that everyone at camp just loved to use, you couldnât remember how the nickname started you just remember that it was during your first camp party. But then again you canât remember much about that night anyway.
âHi, Luke,â you replied in the same cocky tone, he laughed lightly at your attempt to mimic him.
âWhen did you get the boobs?â He asked pointing at your chest making Chris laugh. You looked down at your chest before crossing your arms and covering them, if your face wasnât red it definitely was now. You scoffed at him and tried to snap back, but no words came out.
âWhilst she was back at home learning how to get a boyâs attention so she can get her first kiss, itâs almost like you were on human growth hormones or something!â Chris spoke between laughs, really getting a kick out of your frustrated and flustered face.
âChris! Rule number 2, please!â you snapped at the boy, your nostrils flared and your face hot. Rule number 2, never share our secrets with anyone else.
Chris brushed your displeased face off as he turned back to his older brother, âWhatever, listen. Weâre gonna have a party on Friday night if we win capture the flag again, itâs gonna be our 10th time in a row. Donât invite any jackasses.â Luke sternly pointed at Chris before he started to walk off.
âDoes that include you?â Chris asked smugly, and you oooohhed in reply to back up your best friend. Luke stood still for a moment as if thinking about what to do next before he asked a kid who was running past to borrow the ball he had in his hands. Then he lunged it straight at Chrisâs head, sending him flying to the ground.
You burst out laughing as Chris cried out in pain, rolling around on the floor and gripping onto his head. âNice to see your back, Star.â Luke nodded at you, before turning back around and walking away.
âWhat an ass,â Chris whined standing up beside you, leaning on your shoulder for support as he tried to get find his balance.
You stared as he walked away, your eyes fully worshipping him, âI know.â
âHey. Hey! Heyyyy. Rule number nine young lady!â Chris pointed at you, shaking his head in disgust as he noticed how you stared at his brother like he was some sort of god.
âOh come on!â You gasped, denying what he was implying. âAs if!â
âYeah, well you uh, you got a little bit of drool right there on the corner of your mouth.â Chris joked pointing at the corner of his mouth pretending to wipe drool away.
âOh, do I? Right here? Right here?â You pointed at the same spot he was before quickly picking up the ball from the ground and lunging it into the boyâs stomach making him crawl into a bawl on the floor whilst he cried out in pain.
It was good to be home.
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peter johnson and the flying wine bottles â percy jackson x reader
PAIRING; Percy Jackson x Neighbor! Reader
REQUEST; N/A
GODLY PARENT: Demeter
DATE; May 1st, 2024
WORD COUNT; 2440
WARNING; Illegal activities, aka buying alcohol illegally
A/N: IM BACK MOTHERFUCKERS. tehehe I know its been years oops. Not my best work but its here and thats all that matters to me at this point.
TRAILER; In which Percy Jackson meets his neighbor by accidentally almost killing himself and her multiple times.
REQUESTED BY: N/A
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Percy locks up his flat, double then triple checks everything is secure. He knows itâs a little over the top to be this careful with his security system, especially since his apartment complex is in the heart of New Rome. But after everything he has been through it gives him a little peace of mind knowing he is coming back to a hopefully monster-free apartment.
Things have been weird for Percy since Annabeth left. He hasnât exactly hit the devastated stage that everyone, including him thought would be his reaction. Instead, itâs been like he has been going through the motions. Nothing has been that bad or great, just kind of there.
Piper has concluded that he is in shock. He suspects that sheâs right. Itâs almost like heâs waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like Annabethâs on a quest and he hasnât heard from her for a few weeks and heâs a bit concerned for her well-being. But itâs been a little over two months now and Percy hasnât felt any different.
 The only difference that Percy has felt is annoyance towards Piper. She wonât stop badgering him about meeting this girl. Itâs constant, nonstop talking about how they would be perfect for each other and how Percy just needs to get back out there.
The only thing Percy needs is a break. A break from all the sympathetic stares, the hopeful girls, and gods forbid Piper. He knows that she has his best interest at heart. He appreciates it, he really does. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever his friends want to do something nice for him, but this just isnât what Percy needs or wants right now.
What Percy needs is some time with his friends and maybe some free food which is exactly why he is heading over to Leoâs for a BBQ with the gang.
Stuffing his keys into his pocket, he heads over to the elevator then promptly almost dies tripping over air. Itâs then that Percy realizes that he actually hadnât fallen over air, he tripped over what looked like either a really long root or a vine? What the Hades? How did that get there?
He goes to pick it up when he realizes thereâs a girl standing there waiting for the elevator. Sheâs holding a wine bottle, and what looks like the biggest plant Percy has ever seen. It would explain where the weird vine-root thing came from.
âHey,â he starts, only to be interrupted by a scream and a face full of soil.
âOh my God!â Screeches the plant. It takes Percy a second to realize that it is in fact the girl screaming and not the plant. To be fair, Percy has seen too many outer-worldly oddities in his life, he wouldnât be surprised if it was the plant talking. âI am so sorry!â
Percy laughs and rubs dirt off his face, âDonât be. I shouldnât have scared you.â When he finally gets all the dirt off, Percy realizes she put the plant down. Sheâs pretty. Like really pretty actually. It takes Percyâs brain a second to catch up to all this new information.
She waves his apology away, âI scare way too easily. You should see me during October.â
âHalloween can get pretty spooky around here.â She tilts her head to the side in a way that remind him of a cute puppy. âCause all the ghosts, ya know?â
Her eyes widen, âThere are ghosts here?â
âYeah, you havenât seen them?â She shakes her head, âThereâs one named Vector. Heâs my favorite.â
âWhy am I even surprised? My Mom is a Greek god. Of course there would be ghosts! Whatâs next? Flying monkeys?â
Percyâs lips quirked, âDonât give them that idea.â
She laughed and Percyâs chest tightened. âWhatâs your name?â
âPercy. Yours?â
âY/N.â
âNice to meet you, Y/N. I donât think Iâve ever seen you before. Did you move in recently?â Percy knows he would have noticed or remembered her.
She puts her finger next to her lips. Percy is momentarily entranced. âI think around a month ago. I just started at New Rome University.â As she was chattering on about college Percy noticed the wine bottle slowly starting to slip out of her grip. Thanks to his demigod reflexes, Percy caught the bottle just in time.
âOh!â She said in surprise. âThanks! I didnât even know it was falling.â
âNo worries. I got it.â The elevator dings and they both head in. College? They were about a quarter into the fall semester. âWhat are you studying?â
âAgriculture.â
Percyâs eyebrows rise. That was not what he was expecting. âCool, my best friend from home is really into plants and stuff.â
Y/Nâs lips quirked, âPlants and stuff?â
Percy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. Thankfully, he was saved from answering by the elevator. Even though he was glad he didnât have to answer to his stupidity, Percy still felt a pang in his chest. He really didnât want to part from her but didnât know how to tell her that without sounding creepy. She gives him good vibes. Percyâs always loved people like that.
âWhere are you headed off too?â He eventually asks after sneaking what he hopes is casual glances at her as they exit the building.
She bounces on her toes a bit, âThis girl I just met invited me to their friendâs place. Iâm a bit nervous to be honest. I donât know anyone besides her.â
âIâm sure youâll be fine. Iâve loved talking to you and weâve only just met.â Percyâs face went beet red. That was not how it was supposed to come out. âI-I mean youâve been fun to talk to.â
They both laugh for a second, falling quiet quickly enough to make Percy feel awkward. He wishes he had more to say, if only to keep Y/N around him a little longer.
Y/N beams, âThanks, Percy. Iâm glad that I finally met someone in this apartment complex. Everyone here seems like busy bodies and never wants to talk.â
Percy shrugs. Heâs noticed that too but never felt too bothered by it. Though, he isnât the one who moved away from friends. âYou get used to it. Hereâs your wine bottle.â He hands her the wine bottle and Percy swears he gets dĂŠjĂ vu from a few minutes ago. Just as the wine bottle leaves his fingertips its soaring to the floor and crashes all over both of them. Fortunately, Percy isnât hurt but heâs more concerned about Y/N to care.
âAre you alright?â
âYeah,â Y/N puffs out she looks more shocked than anything. Percy feels like a giant idiot. First, he scares her, and Y/Nâs plant almost goes flying everywhere. Then, he distracts her enough to almost drop the bottle. Now, after all of that mess he literally just fucks it all up. What are the odds?
It seems Y/N read his mind because she starts to giggle, âI think the Gods just donât want me to bring wine today.â
As soon as they clean up the mess they head out. Percy had almost cut himself on the glass once or twice but he couldnât complain much. He had been through worse things than a cut. Both of them had mumbled to each other the entire time about Why the Gods had decided the third time was the charm but decided against mentioning anything else as Y/N still had her plant to carry the rest of the way.
Percy only wishes that Mr. D was here to witness this. He could practically hear the âPeter Johnson!â from New Rome.
âWhere are you headed too?â Y/N questions as they both come to a complete stop outside the building.
âTo buy you a new wine bottle.â Percy says gesturing with his head towards town. He knows heâll be late to Leoâs thing, but he canât really bring himself to care. Percy also knows that Leo, out of all people, will be understanding especially if he mentions a girl.
âWhat?â Y/N says and grabs his arm, effectively stopping him. âNo way. I am not allowing you to buy me a new wine bottle. I was the one who dropped it.â
Percy will admit that it was mostly her fault. It had been in her hands when the accident occurred. But Percy was first and foremost Sally Jacksonâs son and if Sally taught him anything it was how to be polite to a pretty girl. âI was the one handing it to you.â
Y/N crosses her arms and shakes her head stubbornly. âNo way, Percy! I am not allowing you to buy me one. Iâll buy my own and be on my way.â
âFine but at least let me walk you to the wine store.â Y/N seems to consider this as her eyebrows scrunch a little less but she still doesnât uncross her arms. She seems to agree nonverbally since she starts to walk with him.
âSo, Do you know Mr.D?â
âWho?â
âMr.D,â Percy confirms, âDionysus? Camp Half-Bloodâs camp director?â
âOh,â Y/N murmurs, âIâve heard of him from my friend, but Iâve never been to Camp Half-Blood.â
âDid you go to Camp Jupiter then?â
She shakes her head. Percy is officially confused. Where did she grow up then? How did she stay away from monsters? âIâm lost. Were you at home then?â
âFor some reason, I never really got into trouble with monsters. Sure, weird stuff would happen to me throughout the years but my teachers would just put it off as overactive imagination. It wasnât until my high school graduation that a monster came after me and my Dad finally brought me here. Next thing I know Iâm enrolled at New Rome with my own apartment. What about you?â She questions innocently.
Percy huffs out a laugh. Oh, where to start. He settles on a simple, âI grew up at Camp Half-Blood.â
Y/N nods mutely. It gets a little awkward for a second and Percy wishes he paid a little more attention to his Momâs rom-com movies. Heâs never met a girl like this before. The only other girl he had ever been interested in was Annabeth and they had been friends forever before they even started dating. He was treading new waters.
Fortunately, they turned the corner and the wine store was a few steps away. âThere it is,â Percy said and pointed. He was starting to feel nervous and he didnât know why. Y/N went to open the door, but Percy beat her to it.
She turns around with a teasing smile on her face, âThanks, Percy. So, want to tell me if your legal or not?â
It takes Percy a second to realize what she is talking about. Oh, buying alcohol. âYeah, Iâm 21. How old are you?â
â19.â
Oh. Oh. Percy shrugs, heâs certainly not one to shy away from illegal adventures. (A/N: DO NOT DRINK ILLEGALLY KIDDOS. NOT COOL AT ALL.) That would just be hypocritical.
Y/N heads over to the wine section and Percy follows after her like a lame, lost puppy. He needs to start acting a little cooler.
âWhite or red?â Percy asks.
âChampagne.â She answers immediately, with no hesitation. Alright, champagne it is. Thatâs a little too fancy for Percyâs taste. Heâs more of a red Josh man but to each their own. He likes his six-dollar wine, thank you very much. Judgement is not tolerated within this household.
âPerfectâ she says and grabs the champagne before making a beeline to the counter. Percy races after her digging for his wallet. He was not about to let her pay. He finally fishes it out of his pocket and waits for the man to check her out.
While Percy is waiting, he canât help but admire her. She chatters away to the man as he looks over what Percy is assuming her fake ID. Making small talk in a way Percy never could.
The man gives it back to her and rings her up, â19 dollars and 75 cents, maâam.â
Percy is quick to give his card to the dude. The cash register guy sighs and Y/N looks appalled. âNo way. I am paying for it, Percy!â
He gently nudges her out of the away and hands the card over to him. He rolls his eyes, âI donât care which one of you is going to sugar-mama the other. But whoever pays I have to see some ID.â
Percy digs in his pocket for his identification and hands it over. The manâs eyes widen, he looks at the picture then back to Percy. âYouâre Percy Jack-â
âYup,â Percy interrupts. He isnât self-centered enough to think that Y/N has heard of him before but just in case, Percy wants to keep that information to himself for now.
The manâs demeanor instantly changes now that he knows who he is cashing out. âHave a good rest of your day!â He yells cheerily after him. When they head out, Percy can hear him whisper-yelling to his coworker about who he just checked out.
Y/N looks a little alarmed at the situation, especially probably the way Percy rushed her out. âWhat was that about?â
âNothingâ Percy waves her away. âThat guy was justâ He hesitates, âWeird.â
She makes a face, âYeah, he really was. I canât believe we did it though! I have never used my fake before.â
Percy takes a step back, âWhat? How did you get the wine from earlier then?â
âOh, my Dad bought that for me.â Percy scoffs, Sally would be disappointed to find out that he was anywhere near alcohol. The thought fills him with a little guilt. She smiles and Percyâs chest hurts a little. This is where they say goodbye he realizes. âWell, it was really nice to meet you, Percy. Iâm glad the Gods made our paths cross.â
He grins, âMe too, Y/N. Iâll see you around.â
âBye, Percy.â
As Percy heads over to Leoâs place, he realizes how fast his heart is pounding and he canât stop smiling. Somehow, he knows itâs not from their illegal adventure.
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Now that I think about it, since Persephone was the Barley Mother mascot, shouldn't she have some money? Wouldn't she have gotten royalties from her likeness being used?
so at best this is sort of explained away in S1 when Persephone has her interview with Hades and he asks this exact question, why does she need a job if she's an heiress? And her response is basically that she doesn't want to be reliant on her mother's money, that she and her mother both want her to pursue her own path in life... and also she's an immortal from the Mortal Realm so being an heiress makes no sense because Demeter will logically never have to pass down the role in death which is usually how it works.
And honestly, that on its own would have been fine and makes perfect sense for the context of the comic at the time, but then that context changed, and now we have:
1.) Rachel later making Demeter out to be a villain for being a "helicopter parent" and "controlling her daughter", when in reality she was literally supportive of Persephone wanting to go to school from the get-go, she just wasn't certain her daughter should outright move to Olympus, she wanted her to commute, that was it (and was she really wrong to worry about her daughter's safety in Olympus when within her literal first day of living there she was intoxicated by Eros and dumped in Hades' car with the intention of embarrassing her, and then literally the next night was assaulted by Apollo?? Like I don't think Demeter would be all "I told you so" but maybe... maybe there was a reason she was worried and wanted her daughter to commute đđ) and;
2.) Persephone going from trying to be independent so she's not reliant on her mother's money... to being completely co-dependent on Hades and his money. How feminist lmao
That said, yes, technically Persephone does have money, and I'd like to think that if she did get royalties, it would be in an account for her and wouldn't just be taken by her mom (though apparently neither of them use banks so ??? where is Demeter keeping all this money LOL) and at the VERY least she's due to inherit what's presumably a massive fortune and company for herself if her mother ever steps down. So the comic does play a very frustrating tug-of-war between Persephone being the "comes from nothing" valley girl who marries into wealth... and a trust fund baby who was always wealthy and became wealthier after marrying into more wealth.
#man i miss S1 Persephone fr#like the plot still had issues but Persephone still felt like an actual character with her own motivations that were SEPARATE FROM HADES#now her entire personality is just âhave sex with hades and make his babies and bully minoritiesâ#biggest character downgrade of the century fr#ask me anything#ama#anon ama#anon ask me anything#lore olympus critical#anti lore olympus#lo critical
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As a devotee of Demeter, I sometimes feel that people only worship Persephone for the aesthetic.
I feel horrible for saying and thinking that but I can't help but feel that way. Certain pagans portray Persephone as some overpowered Mary Sue, downplaying the importance of her mother and sometimes even her husband.
I feel like people really ignore her as a agrarian deity. They claim to love her but feel the need to change everything about her - if you need to change her did you ever like her in the first place?
It honestly just feels like they're talking about a Wattpad main character instead of a religious figure at times it's so jarring to me. Imagine if someone on tiktok described their deity as a dark and daddy figure bad boy with piercings and then its literally just Jesus Christ.
And its not just Persephone, it's the whole pantheon! Some worshippers talk about the deities and their myths like characters and tropes from a telenovela. They are rarely treated like religious figures, they are more than just their myths.
Im sorry i just wanted a place to complain and see if i am not alone
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Khaire, Nonny,
Honestly, I agree with this sentiment. I've seen this time and time again where Persephone, and many other deities, get "fandomized" which can be problematic for others, even if it's ok in that individual's practice. Sometimes it feels like our religion isn't taken seriously, even by the people who actively practice it, but I also understand that people have different forms of practicing that work better for them. It's frustrating, however, when Persephone is depicted as this Mary Sue characterization of her where she's seen as, like, super edgy, badass, and powerful in a really fandomized way. It comes across as this person using Persephone as an avenue of self-expression rather than worshipping who she actually is as a deity (not to say she's not badass or powerful, to clarify). While it's ok to use a deity as an avenue for self-expression in worship (some trans folk, for example, view Apollon as trans-masc, and it actively plays a role in their worship), it's a lot less ok when you're making this deity into a cartoonish characterization of themselves. The gods present themselves differently to people, but I don't know; I guess I find it far-fetched to believe that Persephone would present herself in this sort of way. I can't speak for her, obviously, but I just disagree with this interpretation of who she is as a deity - putting herself above others, hating her mom, being a rebellious "wild child". I think that, psychologically speaking, some people might just find comfort in this representation of her and see themselves in it which is likely why they gravitate towards it. It's fine to have that experience, but I STRONGLY encourage these people to actually read the myths about Persephone, do the research on how she was worshipped, and actively try to better understand where she actually came from as a deity because this isn't just a character in a show that you relate to; this is a goddess that you're trying to worship, no?
Some people finding more success in their practice with this representation doesn't negate the harm these misconceptions and misinformation can cause. I've met multiple people who believe that Persephone willingly fled to the Underworld to "escape" Demeter (which is untrue), and that is endlessly frustrating to me, especially due to the cultural importance of the Hymn to Demeter (the myth of Persephone being kidnapped). The gods are not their myths, in my experience, but their myths still hold a heavy importance in the way they were worshipped in the past, and the way we worship them in the present. Demonizing an entire deity is the equivalent of trying to cancel a constellation of stars; it's pointless, extremely bizarre, and very "online" behavior.
But yeah, I think some people care more about the "character" than they do the deity, and I will say that confidently. I've met people who "ship" deities with each other, who make their experiences with deities sound - as you said - like a telenovela, and who actively spread harmful misinformation about deities in a way that legitimately disgusts and disturbs me. I've once had someone tell me that a deity [insert reprehensibly immoral act here] them, and to this day, I still cannot believe they said that to me when I was a beginner, just to dissuade me from worshipping that deity. The lengths some people will go to drag a deity is honestly both sad and ridiculous.
I wish some people took the religion more seriously in the sense that they didn't just make random shit up about deities, actively disrespect and disregard the culture the deities stem from, and demonize some deities while bolstering others. It shows a level of immaturity and indifference towards the culture these deities come from. It's not a fandom; it's a way of worship.
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⨠Bonus round!! â¨
Some ridiculous things I've heard people say that sound like a fandom and/or telenovela (I will put the phrases in "" to express that these are things I've heard, not things I'm saying or believe in):
"Hermes and Aphrodite constantly gossip to each other about the other gods. No one fucks with Hermes because he knows everyone's dirty laundry."
"Ares is starting a revolution on Mount Olympus against Zeus to take the throne." (Yes, I have really heard this)
"Hermes is starting a revolution on Mount Olympus against Zeus to take the throne." (Yes, I have really heard this, too)
"XYZ deity has done [insert reprehensibly immoral and highly traumatic act here] to me."
"I caught XYZ deity cheating on their spouse in the astral realm, and I'm going to tell their spouse."
"The reason the gods haven't been communicating as much lately is because Hades ran away from Mount Olympus (?) and Hekate is going after him. Everyone is panicking a little bit."
"Zeus is such a playboy." (Bruh, do you really have beef with a thousands of years old god who came from an extremely patriarchal society? What, are you trying to cancel him?)
"Poseidon is such a playboy." (Now this take is wild; I don't really understand where it came from at all)
"Apollo is such an UwU đđ shy boy! He's so cute and flustered all the time." (???)
"Persephone has a lot of emotional trauma from Demeter, who was extremely controlling." (No. No for so, so many reasons.)
"Apollo is a himbo."
People say the darnedest things. You really have to wonder what possesses someone to talk about religious figures in such a way, but you know what, if it works for their practice, then good for them. I'm not a big fan of the fandomization of the gods, and I definitely agree with you, Nonny. I won't say these people don't love these deities, but I can understand where you're coming from. It feels like they love the deities in an obsessive fan type of way sometimes, but that's not for me to say, really.
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10 Things I Hate About You-Luke Castellan Au, Part 1
words: 1223
warnings: language, uhhhh I don't know about anything else, but I will add new ones for new chapters. This is mostly just the set up, more of the plot will be in the next chapter, and I kept the last name Stratford and made the sister's name Bianca cause it was easier than creating new names, plus I really liked sticking those names cause I love the movie
summary: 10 Thing I Hate About You au with Luke Castellan. Chris a new camper comes into the Hermes cabin and him and the Stolls are on a mission to get you to allow your sister Bianca to date, and who else besides Luke Castellan would be willing to do it.
The Stratford sisters were known for being off limits. They were also quite the anomaly, having two different dads, but the same mom. Usually one god had one kid with one mortal then bounced, leaving them on their own. But not the Stratford sisters. The older one Y/N was a child of Hades, while the younger one, Bianca, was a child of Apollo. Quite the opposites, but they were everything to each other.
But the other thing was that neither of them dated. Ever. Y/N just wasn't into people, and would rather eat rocks than date "the unwashed miscreants" (in her words) at camp. Bianca was longing to go out with a guy, but her sister didn't let her since she didn't trust anyone, and her sister followed her rule, not wanting to disrespect her.
Y/N knew this rule wasn't the best, but she'd rather have her sister be annoyed at her than have her dating some guy that treated her like shit. No one was able to date either of them no matter how hard they tried. Y/N was rather rude to people and annoyed, so no one wanted to be near her let alone date her, but everyone wanted Bianca.
***
When Chris arrived at camp he was claimed as a Hermes kid, and quickly introduced to the Stoll brothers who showed him around.
"Hi, I'm Chriss, Chiron said you would show me around," he greeted, a but nervous.
They nodded, ushering him out of the cabin, "Yup, that's our job. I'm Connor, this is my older brother Travis," he said, introducing him and his brother.
Chris nodded following the brothers on the tour around camp. "Alright to break it down, over here is the Big Three, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, but there's only a couple of those kids, and I advise you to avoid the Hades kid," he said, pointing out each cabin. Now he started pointing at groups of people and some cabins, "Those are the Aphrodite kids, don't talk to them unless they talk to you first," Connor warns.
"Is that their rule or yours?" Chris asks out of curiosity.
Connor sighs saying, "Watch," now turning towards the Aphrodite kids, "How's it going."
Which just got him a lot of dirty looks and side eyes, and some rude replies.
"Bite me."
"Ugh, as if."
Travis put his hand on Chris' shoulder, "See what I tell you. Alright over here we have the Demeter kids. Super into plants and the environment, but mostly they-" Travis says, before getting cut off.
"Smoke a lot of weed," Chris finishes.
Connor nods, "Yes. Now here's Clarisse and the Ares kids, now unless you want your ass handed to you I advise that you stay away. Hephaestus kids, mostly dweebs, but they're rather nice people. The Dionysus kids are drink snobs, only drink artisanal shit, you know that type," he says, moving towards a table of people.
"Hey guys, how's it going," he says, but everyone just closes their books and turns away from him. Sighing, Connor turns away from them and back towards Chris.
"We pull one prank and suddenly they hate us," Travis says, his arms crossed. Chris had stopped paying attention when he saw Bianca walk by.
"I pine, I burn, I perish," he said, looking at her in amazement.
Connor shakes his head at Chris' antics, "Nope, sorry she's off limits. It's well known the Stratford sisters don't date, especially her," Connor explains, having to close Chris' jaw for him.
Chris stumbles over his words, before getting out, "Wha- what do you mean she doesn't date," he asks confused. How could someone like her not date?
"Her sister is a bit whacked, she won't let her date. Plus, she's not as deep as you think she is, listen," he says, moving Chris to hear Bianca's conversation.
"See there's a difference between love and love. I like my yellow converse, but I love my Tiffany bracelet," she explains to her friend.
"But, I love my Converse too," her friend says, a bit bubbly and confused.
Bianca shrugs, "Well that's cause you don't have a Tiffany bracelet," she says, a bit bluntly.
The Stolls steer Chris away from Bianca, "See you have no chance, sorry to break it to you, but put her away in your fantasies and say goodbye," Travis says, patting Chris' shoulder.
"No you're wrong. Well not about the fantasies part, but I can have a chance," Chris says, trying to hype him and the brothers up.
Connor sighs saying, "Alright you can try. She's looking for a Latin tutor if that helps."
"That's perfect," Chris exclaims.
The brothers give him a weird look, "You speak Latin?" they ask, confused since not many people know Latin.
"Well no, but I will," Chris says, excited that he might have a chance with Bianca.
***
1st Person Y/N
I was at sword fighting practice led by one of the Ares counselors.
"Alright I want everyone to partner up and try what I just demonstrated," he says, letting everyone off to practice.
I roll my eyes, "I wish he'd actually teach us something besides the same two defenses," I complain, getting into a fighting stance.
Unfortunately he overheard me, "What did you say?" he asked, annoyed by my presence in general.
I scoff, "I said, why can't we learn something useful? We learn the same two skills basically every week," I tell him.
Before he can tell me off, Luke walks into the lesson asking, "So what did I miss?"
"This asshole is not teaching us anything new," I complain, annoyed by both of them.
"Great, keep up the good work," he says, before running off.
"Hey, get back here," he yells at Luke, "Whatever, you can go to Chiron if you have a problem," he tells me.
I roll my eyes, picking up my bag and sword, "Sure, whatever," I say, leaving the arena.
***
3rd person
It was the end of the day and everyone was heading to dinner. Chris was watching Bianca walk to dinner with her siblings, and some Ares kid was doing the same, but in a more lustful way.
"That's out of reach even for you, Joey," one of his friends said.
Joey just shook his head, "No one's out of reach for me," Joey said, rather confidently.
"You wanna put money on that?" his friend asked, wanting to make a bet.
"Nah, this I'm gonna do for fun," he said, scheming a plan.
Joey walked up to Bianca and her friend, putting his arms around them. Connor was walking with Chris and wasn't paying attention when he walked right into Y/N.
"Remove head from sphincter, then walk," she said, aggravated at Connor's lack of surroundings. She walked off with her friend Eva from the Iris cabin.
Chris ran over to Connor asking, "Hey, you okay?"
Connor nodded, "Yeah, just a minor encounter with the shrew," he said bitterly, "That's your girlfriend's sister."
"Sister? But aren't they in different cabins?" Chris asked, confused.
Connor nodded, "Yeah, but they have the same mom, it's a whole thing. Don't worry about it," Connor said, walking off towards dinner. Unfortunately for him, he tripped and ended up rolling down a hill. But, he was okay and stood up, spreading his arms out in victory of surviving.
#x reader#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#10 things i hate about you#au
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I'd make a longer post (and maybe one day I will) but since Lore Olympus, the story that introduced me to webtoons is coming to an end I'd like to say something:
I can't believe it is considered problematic. It has to be one of the sweetest, fluffiest, simplest stories I have read (hence why I still like it, it's a relaxing read before bed) and somehow it got too "kinky" for mainstream. It's laughable.
Everytime I dare to click on their tag or look for the # on Twitter or FB I see people clutching their pearls as if Lore Olympus were brainwashing teenagers into marrying a non existent God of the dead and have babies with him. What the hell?
The fact that people think LO is too dark makes me laugh. A single episode of Rick&Morty, BoJack Horseman or HQS has way more explicit content and dialogue. In fact!!! If it were up to me LO would have gotten genuinely kinky!!! All it does is have some surface spicy tropes that get sugar coated to not make puritans awkward and tbh that's sad. LO and the author get terribly hated anyway for daring to portray the most common female fantasy.
And this all makes me laugh but also mad because you'd think LO at least has some genuine dark themes but no? At most we have Persephone's trauma due to Apollo's abuse and yet that topic is treated as a therapy pamphlet because people couldn't handle an imperfect victim. Hades is a wife guy who shows little to no anger. Hera was re written to be sort of a feminist so that people stopped being annoying about women having emotions.
LO is a sweet, simple story with tiny spicy things here and there that were eventually pushed aside because people couldn't handle it. I wonder how Rachel feels about this, because at the beginning the story was extremely spicy and the only crime was being published in a platform as webtoon, full of people who can't differentiate reality from fiction.
Is LO a masterpiece? Idk! I enjoy the story, it's very self indulgent for me, but I won't go and analyze every detail to see how it should be labeled as it's not meant to be a perfect media. It's meant to be an entertaining, nice story of romance and it does that job very well. This need to demand perfect writing while also crucifying authors over "dark" themes is ridiculous and contradictory.
And I keep wondering, if these people loathe LO so much, why dedicate all that time to the infinte posts they make about how they would have told the story? And all those re tellings are boring! It's always "So Persephone and Hades won't ever kiss here because she's a lesbian. Also he doesn't appear at all. And Demeter isn't an abusive mom! Oh and everyone is ugly because gods shouldn't be beautiful! And Apollo isn't evil he's uwu baby. And no toxic relationships here, Zeus is a good husband!"
Sweet Gaia, you guys wouldn't handle Saint Seiya having Athena in the body of a teenage girl with big tits and who's constantly in the edge of breaking her virginity vows. This attitude screams of jealousy and puritanism and both are disgusting.
TLDR: LO being too problematic for people is both funny and annoying. I wished it actually were as kinky and dark as people insist it is. I'd pay for a toxic romance, but that being said, I LOVE it very much as it is and it's nice to have a re telling that, while not pretending to be loyal to mythology, didn't go for a route of sanitizing all the myths. I hope that once it ends haters will move on and let real fans and the author alone. đ
#lore olympus positive#pro lore olympus#anti anti#anti purity culture#anti puritan#anti censorship#okay here we go#lore olympus#discourse#I'm gonna block anyone who comes here to cry about how LO is too dark istg#if you can't handle size difference go back to SpongeBob or something#mistress' venting
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Greek mythology has evolved over the course of hundreds of years, and with all those⌠retellings now, itâs gotten me thinking about just how many people have been spreading false details of myths through word of mouth to the point of becoming the most common interpretation, when if you were to look back in history, a great number of them were only recently made up, barely a a few centuries prior. Example of this is King Midas and his turning his daughter into a gold statue. I remember this part having been included all throughout my childhood, only to find out it was never part of the original myth but a recent addition in a book from 1852. (suddenly, the daughter being aptly named âMarigoldâ makes a lot more sense.) My ask is: which commonly told misconception of this type regarding any Greek myth is most infuriating to you and why?
oh my god misinformation can be INFURIATING smh
Let's start off with the Apollo misinformation.
"He raped Persephone/is a serial rapist!"
First of all, no he did not. LO, toss yourself into an eternal blaze and incinerate.
and secondly- he's not a serial rapist. There's only two accounts of rape, specifically Dryope and Creusa, but that depends on interpretation and the source so if you want to discard it, you can. No one can tell you you can't.
"UwU Apollo's love life is terrible!"
do i even need to say anything?
"Athena hates women!"
hell to the fuck no. the evidence people use for this is the Medusa Myth: Ovid's Version, and CONVIENTLY IGNORE THE ONES WHERE SHE HELPS WOMEN ESCAPE BEING RAPED!! AND THAT OVID IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES THIS!!
Even with the ones where she punishes the victim, the older versions do not have that! She made Nicymene her eternal owl companion, for heaven's sake!
"Hermes/Dionysus/Hephaestus is the only unproblematic god! UwU"
uh... *waves Leuconoe/Choine/Philonis around* no matter which version you go with, Hermes/Mercury does rape her...
...and in the Dionysica Dionysus rapes like two women...
...and Hephaestus tried to rape Athena... (oh wow, would you look at that...it's like Athena would have *gasp* sympathy for assault survivors...)
...See the double standards? :/ Ignores Roman/late Greek literature when it's convenient, and then exaggerates it to suit their own needs.
"Demeter is a terrible mom!"
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NO ONE DISRESPECTS THE QUEEN
"Hades only kidnapped Persephone because Zeus told him too!"
Hades is his own man and wasn't being held at gunpoint to abduct her. He did so on his own merits. From a literal perspective, what was stopping him from just. you know. talking to her. kidnapping was not necessary.
(yes, yes, i know about the symbolic perspective, hence my use of 'literal'.)
"But Hades and Persephone are the only ones who don't cheat!!"
uh, nope. Hi Adonis, Minthe, how're you doing?
"But Adonis was more of a son to Persephone!!"
uh, NO. Even the ancients saw them as a couple!!
"Artemis is a girlboss who hates her brother!"
*kicks open door* OUT!
"Orion's the only man Artemis ever loved!"
how dare you disrespect my boy in this way Apollo was the first man she ever loved and no one will be able to replace him how dare you-
-and how dare you disrespect Hippolytus in this way he did not die in the name of all aroace people to be disrespected like this smh
"Zeus's only quality is how he fucks around!"
look, I've joked about this before but I know that's not all there is too him and that it has a symbolic representation.
Sure would be nice if people focused on that more :)
also anything that villainizes Aphrodite or Hera. god forbid women do anything.
"Clytemnestra is a girlboss who did no wrong!"
OH MY GOD THE DOUBLE STANDARDS.
funny how people fawn over Cassandra one moment and then COMPLETELY FORGET HER EXISTENCE to becry the woman who murdered her!
AND ALSO GO OUT OF THEIR WAY TO HATE APOLLO FOR CURSING HER WHEN THEIR STORY IS LITERAL ABOUT A WOMAN'S AUTONOMY BEING RESPECTED!!
AND GUESS WHAT!! APOLLO AVENGES HER DEATH!!
anything that is "UwU Achilles!" omg i am sick of it.
that bitch had everything coming. he deserved everything he got. Tenes, Troilus, and Hemithea did NOT deserve what he did to them! APOLLO AND PARIS HAD EVERY RIGHT TO TAKE HIM DOWN!
i'm probably forgetting some but here's the one that popped into my head :)
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The Greek Gods, described by me:
(pls take this as hc I just have vibes)
Zeus:
That uncle that thinks they're fun at parties, but actually everybody just wants them to shut up and stop talking about the shape of the earth. Knows the truth and what's best for you (hmmm)
Poseidon:
That uncle that is perpetually absent, but very loud when he does show. Teases everyone and never notices that some of it hurts. Has slightly less unhinged ideas about the world than Zeus but is just as annoying about them.
Hades:
The uncle that at least gets how unhinged everything is. Usually has the reasonable arguments but nobody listens. Has no idea what you are up to, but at least he feels bad that he's distant. Hates family gatherings even more than the second generation.
Hera:
True professional. Made bad choices (marrying Zeus) but now guess we'll deal with it. Olympus runs because of her. Being a bastard child does not serve you well, unless what you want actively annoys Zeus, or if you know not to expect a mother figure but approach her as queen.
Demeter:
Tries to fix Olympus sometimes, but it never goes well. Perfectly agreeable until you go after the environment (honestly you go girl). Is a genuinely sweet Mom who probably cries if you get her a gift because she loves you so much. Probably will get a dog to compensate for you growing up and moving out (even if you didn't get kidnapped first)
Hestia:
The best. Always has hot chocolate and a place to unwind. Honestly everyone would be happier if they spent more time with her. Possibly the only God who genuinely knows peace.
Athena:
Oh look, the oldest and gifted too. No coincidence that there was nothing about being happy in that prophecy about her. Is naturally good at pretty much anything she tries, except feelings. Will join in with the first gen's arguments even though there's nothing to be gained, it's just hard to sit by all the bullshit when you know better.
Hephaestus:
Honestly a pretty chill dude. Just wants to make things. Every few hundred years he'll make something evil-scientist-y so Olympus remembers he's not a doormat. Would have coined the word introvert if Hades hadn't beaten him to it.
Aphrodite:
Smarter than you think. Torn between being exactly what everyone sees her as and being anything but. Don't mistake love for harmony, this girl holds her ground and just bc she has emotional intelligence does not mean she won't punch where it really stings.
Ares:
They really screwed this guy over, he's just doing his job. Yes, he will kill you, but not if you're unarmed. Honest, strong, straightforward, and can be gentle as long as not on the battlefield. Give this big man some appreciation and self-esteem, by Styx!
Artemis:
A mythic bitch. Possibly the first ever activist, making a point of breaking gender norms. Smart, capable, and independent. Her views can be a little extreme at times, but you can't deny that running around the woods with a bunch of wild nymphs lesbians imo is massive lifegoals
Apollo:
Fabulous. Cannot pick a hobby to save his life. Is the most competent and put-together medic ever but outside of the tent, he cries about puppy videos. Always torn between "I am the best there ever was" and "I am a failure of a man, a god, a being!"
Hermes:
God of ADHD and we love him for it. Also a little menace who is simultaneously an amazing liar and can't keep his mouth shut when he really should (thankfully he's quick on his feet). Physically unable to take anything seriously.
Dionysus:
Does all the drugs (which is especially crazy given he can actually die) Being the youngest does actually do nothing for him. God of side quests and mayhem. Seriously mess with him and your mental health is gone forever (that explains a lot about me actually)
#greek mythology#greek gods#athena#zeus#poseidon#hades#hera#demeter#hestia#hephaestus#ares#aphrodite#artemis#apollo#hermes#dionysus#greek goddess#greek myths#greek mythology memes
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Okay Demigods
now that Season 2 has been confirmed (!!!!!!!!!!) I am here to make my official appeal that you ALL read the books. and yes...i mean ALL the books. Because here is what you are missing if you don't:
(mostly spoiler free. mostly vibes and chaotic no context)
OG PERCY JACKSON
Percy's INCREDIBLE sarcasm
Lots of chaotic Mr. D moments
Percy's unending absolute obliviousness when it comes to: his own abilities/powers, his own feelings towards a certain daughter of Athena, and EVERYONE'S feelings towards him
the full list of Percy's felonies (it's longer than you think!)
how much Percy thinks about Annabeth, especially in the third book
The Hunters of Artemis (everyone's like 'which godly parent would you have?' but im like ??? who cares??? I'm running off with the girls to immortal to hunt men i mean monsters)
soooooooooo much Sally Jackson is the Best Mom (to everyone who walks through her door) content
BLACKJACK. TRANS ICON BLACKJACK THE PEGASUS.
Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare. (this is how the audiobook says her name every single time)
Paul Blofis
Sally Jackson, author
Poseidon: Blowfish?
HEROES OF OLYMPUS
If you don't read these books you are missing out on some of the coolest female characters Rick has created: PIPER (an iconic), HAZEL (unintentionally hilarious), REYNA (beautiful character arc), and ANNABETH's point of view will have you loving her on a whole other level, trust me
Also: COACH HEDGE
Leo
All The Ladies Love Leo
the audiobooks are INSANE. It felt like a full cast read the book, but no. it was just one insanely talented narrator.
FESTUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (im a dragon girlie)
Personally, I spent a lot of time reading the OG 5 wondering about how Roman mythology plays into Percy's world. Uncle Rick answered my questions and answered them SO WELL
Hazel the horse girl
Frank the horsebirddolphinman
Frank, gentle himbo, my beloved son
MY FAVORITE SCENE WHICH INVOLVES PERCY NOT KNOWING HOW TO DRIVE, A HARPY, FRANK, AND HAZEL AND THEYRE ALL SCREAMING AND IM PRETTY SURE STUFF IS ON FIRE
Forced Proximity for 7 teenagers and one chaotically violent satyr (that's Coach Hedge)
Eros/Cupid being one the most genius things Rick's ever written
Percy's hate of Ares transcending god magic
(also his love of Annabeth, but that's like obvious)
PercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabe
weird barely gnome things
this one giant whose name is definitely not pronounced like female anatomy
everyone thinking Percy and Annabeth are constantly getting up to the hanky panky
a statue made me cry
Gay Grumpy/Sunshine (or should that be Death/Sunshine) origins!!
TRIALS OF APOLLO
Apollo, vain himbo of godly proportions is forced to live as Lester Papadopoulos
Percy: why
a very chaotic twelve year old daughter of Demeter
she commands Apollo around
plant magic
terrible great haikus at the start of every chapter
Sally Jackson being the best mom to everyone who comes to her door
magic shoes
a sassy magic prophetic arrow that talks in Shakespearean English
so much gay grumpydeath/sunshine content
also yes sunshine's dad is Apollo
Apollo sings
Grover! Piper! Reyna! Hazel! All the friends! Everyone
Jason! (also im sorry)
what if there were some trees who were an elite squad of warriors who also answer to the chaotic twelve year old
gay moms of the midwest
unicorns
in the last book, chiron takes the campers on a 'field trip' to help take down the big baddie and he shows up dressed as a warrior soccer mom with granola bars, water bottles, and extra swords attached to his fanny pack
a different chaotic twelve year old while fighting to the death in a building that's on fire: "CAN WE GO ON FIELD TRIPS EVERY WEEK?"
chiron: "ROSE DEAR RAISE YOUR SWORD A LITTLE HIGHER!"
okay im not going to spoil it but in the last book there is also this extremely horrifyingly violent moment that Uncle Rick somehow turns into one of the most hilarious things i've ever read
Piper in the epilogue
CHALICE OF THE GODS
more insanely funny percy first person narration
Grover, Percy, Annabeth reunite ("the gang is back together!" "The three musketeers!" "Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey!" "Excuse me?")
have you met the god of himbos? (Percy has)
SO
MANY
EASTER
EGGS
for Season one. you can totally see how Uncle Rick worked on the script and chalice together
if you liked Annabeth shoving Percy into the water....this one is for you
Percy, supreme god of snakes
the cutest cutest cutest cutest Percabeth content you will ever read
hippie gods (yes more than one)
Percy is literally obsessed with Annabeth
Annabeth already being the Jackson daughter in law
Sally Jackson and Paul and
For the record: You CAN read Chalice of the Gods without reading the other series, but please please please read all these books. The audiobooks are phenomenal.
#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo disney+#pjo series#pjo hoo toa#pjo#percabeth#heroes of olympus#trials of apollo#chalice of the gods#rick riordan#no spoilers#more or less
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The only thing I think I got right | Luke Castellan
Word Count: 10.2k
A "Better Unknown" AU oneshot
Main Series: Better Unknown
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Minor God! Half-Blood! Gender Neutral MC
Synopsis: Out of everything that Luke thought he fucked up his entire life, Y/N leaving him where he stood was the ultimate fuck up he wishes he hadnât. How can he fix this? And will he be able to?Â
Tags: Two idiots, mutual pining, Best friends to lovers, fluff, angst with comfort
Warning: Little beta- reading, foul language
Banner by @/cafekitsune
A/N: Hello once again! This was a last-minute idea that's why I'm a little late. Happy Valentines Day! Or belated Valentines' Day if it's already the 15th for you like it is for me. Once again, English is not my first language so apologies for any grammatical errors. Critiques are always welcomed.
A/N: Also, I correct some stuff whenever I see fit sometimes. So if anyone sees any errors, no you didn't. Also also, as of February 16, 2024, I have updated the ending.
It was the month everyone either despised or loved; It was Aphroditeâs month. A.K.A Valentines. February was always Camp Half-Blood's busiest month. With nymphs making sure every tree was lush and perfect, satyrs helping Demeter kids with preparing and picking the ripest strawberries, Aphrodite kids running around the camp supervising preparations for a feast to be held in honor of their mother alongside some Hermes and Hephaestus kids who were tasked on helping them, with a small fee of dessert that is.
Half of the campers were hanging out with their friends today, grateful that they could finally have a day to themselves, either by canoeing on the lake or having picnics in front of the beautiful views the Hill can give them. Younger campers made heart-shaped letters in the arts and crafts center to send to either their parent or the person they wanted to confess to. Others were practicing the lyre, particularly the Apollo kids, who were asked to help serenade confessing individuals, once again, with a small fee of their food portions, drachmas, and other privileges.
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Then there was Y/N. Along with some Ares kids, they were on the training grounds, passing the time. It wasn't that Y/N was a bitter gremlin on Valentine's or anything, it was just that they treated it just like any other day. Why need a day to celebrate your love for others when you can do that every day? Was their philosophy. Truth be told, ever since their mom's passing, they just didn't see the point in celebrating. But that was before coming to Camp Half-Blood. They didn't celebrate arriving in camp either, don't get them wrongâŚbut at least they werenât alone. It wasnât like the Ares kids were bitter gremlins either; they just didnât care. Well, they claim they donât. But youâll have to take their word on it.Â
Y/N was with Clarisse and one of her other siblings, Mark, who insisted on joining them. Clarisse was helping Y/N with the spear, also with a small fee (why would anyone work for free nowadays anyway?). They have been sparring for a few hours, and none have yet to let down. Perks of being the Ares kid and a minor god, respectively. Another sparring session commenced and Mark just watched as their sibling and Y/N hit blow after blow with each other. The clashing of wood and iron made the air sting with adrenaline, and both took advantage of it.Â
The dropping of the spear took Mark off his apparent disassociation, and the scene came into view. Y/N was on the ground, with Clarisse pointing a spear to their neck, one minor move from Y/N and Clarisse could nick them. Y/N, out of breath, smiled and looked up at the girl, before nodding and raising their hands in complete surrender. "Alright, Clarisse. You got me." The child of Ares cackled victoriously at them, Mark in the background cheering. Y/N got up and brushed the dust off their clothes.Â
âYouâre kinda getting good. You still suck but the sparringâs getting you somewhere.â Give it to Clarisse for giving compliments, if you can call it a compliment. But Y/N took it as one. It was a rare occurrence for the Ares cabinâs head counselor to give compliments to other cabins, but for some odd reason, Y/N was an exception. Well, it wasnât THAT odd. Y/N and Clarisse were best friends, and other campers find that awfully odd. But to Y/N, they were odd to begin with and everything in their life, from the Gods to prophecies to quests are too, so who cares? Being friends with the biggest bully and their other siblings in the camp was the least of their worries.Â
Y/N rolled their eyes at Clarisse before shoving their hands in their jean pockets, making their way to a hay bale, and plopping down on it. Clarisse sat next to them, looking at the spear in their hands. âAny plans for the Goddess of Loveâs Day?â Y/N asks out of the blue. Clarisse only stared at them before she started laughing with malice. Is it malice? Y/N couldnât tell.
âWhat do you think, Ease?â Clarisse smirked as Y/N blushed at the nickname. It was a nickname given by Y/Nâs other best friend, Luke, the son of Hermes. It was a nickname to embody what Y/N was to Luke, as he claims. Ever since the duo came back to camp after a particularly harrowing quest, Luke never had any troubles with sleeping and claimed Y/N had everything to do with it. Y/N begged to disagree, although they weren't going to admit he was right. Ever since, that nickname stuck like glue. Luke took every second embarrassing them with the nickname. It secretly infuriated them, but Y/N knew it had to be endearing, so they let it go. Y/N had a weird set of friends, who would never get along they think, but Y/N didnât care. A friend was a friend. Â
Clarisse, unfortunately, one day had the fortune of hearing Luke call them that. It was during one of the sword fighting training sessions with Luke, and he, out of either pettiness or wanting to embarrass the hell out of Y/N, called them up to be their test dummy sparring buddy. It went smoothly at first. Y/N wasnât new to Luke asking them to be his sparring and demonstration partner whenever both Y/Nâs cabinâs itineraries and his time as a teacher coincide, which doesnât happen that often, but when it does Luke took advantage of it. Regardless, Y/N did it for Luke. And Luke was always ever so grateful for it.Â
After a few demonstrations from Luke, the real sparring commenced. Y/N knew they had no leg to stand on and was awfully aware that Luke was the best swordsman in Camp Half-Blood. There was no way in hell theyâd beat him. It was a short spar and before they knew it, Y/N was on the ground, a scene Y/N was all too familiar with to the point Y/N might as well befriend the ground they walk on by how much accustomed they were to being face to face with it.Â
Luke smiled at Y/N as the tip of their sword was right in front of their throat and Y/N rolled their eyes. "You okay there, Ease?" he asked, offering their hand for them to take. Y/N partially accepted the offer, before their eyes widened. The nickname wasn't supposed to go out to everyone else. They looked at the crowd before them, Apollo kids, Y/N's cabin, and unfortunately, Ares kids and Clarisse. Shame and embarrassment became anger, and Y/N swatted Luke's hand before beelining to the exit.Â
Luke stood there stunned, not realizing the gravity of the situation. It took him a while to finally understand what he had done. Y/N had firmly asked them to keep the nickname between themselves. But Luke couldn't help it. He forgets himself whenever he's in front of them. It was like Y/N was his tunnel vision, and he forgot every ounce of autonomy and thought. He knew he didn't mean to embarrass Y/N but it slipped. And now, Luke had to ask for penance. It wasn't new for the two to bicker and fight, it was in friends' nature to do so. However, this was different. Y/N was the type to always prove a point, and they'd normally react with a malice-laced âWhat the hell does that mean?â or a very exasperated âWhat?â, but today was different. They left without arguing, and that scared Luke more than all of their heated fights combined. He swallowed from worry and nervousness before apologizing to everyone in the arena, also beelining to the exit. Clarisse was there to witness everything, and for once that day, she snickered.
Ever since that day, Ease had stuck in everyone's minds. Although no one dared to use it and stuck on calling Y/N their name, Clarisse would use it often to either taunt or tease them, there was no in-between.Â
"I hate you so much" Y/N begrudgingly says, looking far away from them. Clarisse's laugh roared as a response. "Does Mr. Loverboy have any plans for you both?â That got Y/N's attention. They tilted their head, trying to decipher her words. Clarisse, ever so observant, took that as an answer and sighed.
"He's such a fucking loser." Mark and Y/N's heads snap up, nonverbally lecturing the girl for the use of suchâŚlanguage. It was second nature to think Chiron was listening to them, and the look of disapproval from the camp director was hard to remove. The last thing they wanted was Clarisse getting in trouble or worseâŚdishwashing duty. âWhat? Itâs true, isnât it? That boy is in love with you and couldnât get the balls to confess to you. He's stuck looking at you like a kicked puppy every time he even catches sight of you it's so damn annoying.â It was now Y/Nâs turn to laugh, albeit it was more bitter than straight coffee. They knew it wasnât possible. Y/N knew their feelings for their best friend were genuine but for some sick, twisted, sadistic reason, Y/N decided upon themselves to assume that it was one-sided, and thus made it their mission to lock it up and throw away the key. Even if they werenât romantically involved, they were just happy for Luke to be a part of their life. Y/N has convinced themselves.Â
âI canât believe Iâm friends with idiots!â Clarisse raises her arms in frustration and annoyance, to both her best friend and Luke themselves. It was clear that they danced around their feelings and it was so fascinating that an Ares kid out of everyone saw that, out of all the kids in the camp. It was comedic, albeit sad, but comedic.
âClarisse, youâre the only one who thinks that.â âNot really.â Mark immediately interjects. Y/N glares at the kid, Mark shrugging in response. Clarisse pumps her fist in the air and high-fives Mark in vindication. âEven the kid sees it, Y/N. Stop telling yourself it ainât so because it is. Luke loves you and you love him. End of story.âÂ
"I'm content that he's part of my life, Clarisse. Isn't that enough?" The last sentence came out in the form of a whisper, which even Y/N was surprised by. They tried to convince either themselves or Clarisse & Mark that that was the case. Why were they getting choked up about this in the first place? Weren't they content that he was part of their life? Y/N damns their actions for betraying their words.Â
âLook, just accept the fact you like Luke. Stop pretending and stop convincing yourself that you donât. Let your feelings out.â Clarisse blurted out. Y/N couldnât help but not stifle a laugh. âSince when did you become Aphroditeâs kid?â Clarisse jokingly punched their shoulder, a blush creeping in her cheeks. âShut up.â The Clarisse that they knew, the one who hid her feelings well, embodied pride, arrogance & exuded bravery, and wouldnât dare give any advice, less a confession, was back.Â
âLook, Iâm just saying that youâre no better than Luke. You might be even worse than him. And I donât like seeing my best friend sulking because they made their own bed and laid on it. Stop being stupid and accept the fact that Luke has feelings for you and you have to as well or I'll have to beat you with a stick just to get it through your thick skull."Â
Y/N spent the entire day looking for Luke, who was nowhere to be found in his normal stations. They asked all his siblings about his whereabouts but nothing. Na-da. Zip. It wasnât like him to disappear. In a day theyâd see wafts of his brownish-black curly hair in the crowd multiple times and knew it was him. Whenever they see him, it was as if he's the only one they can see.Â
They decided to look around the cabins once again. They bargained to themselves that if they didnât see him that time, theyâd just look for them at the dining pavilion later tonight or just assume heâs busy. They were so busy with their thoughts it took them a while to finally see the man of the hour. He was leaning against the Aphrodite Cabin, talking to a girl. The girl was blonde, and her height was the same as Luke's shoulder. Louise Clifford-Jacobs, Y/N remembered her name. They were one of Aphrodite Cabinâs kindest members. Y/N wasnât close to them but theyâve talked once in a while and theyâve heard nothing but kind words from everyone around her. They were laughing and the girl was giggling, excitement drawn on her face. She notices Y/N approaching him and she taps Luke's shoulder before pointing to their direction.Â
Luke looked away from her and saw Y/N, smiling and waving. Luke offered them what seemed like a smile and a hand raised. The smile was something Y/N noticed approaching him. It looked as if it was out of nervousness or tiredness, Y/N couldn't pinpoint which one. It looked forced and was nowhere near Luke's actual smile.Â
Still, Y/N flashed a big smile at Luke, happy that they finally found him after that unnecessary scavenger hunt to locate him. âIâve been looking everywhere for you. You werenât in the Sword Fighting Arena and your siblings didnât know where you wereâ
Luke shifted on his feet, hung his head down, and put his hand on the back of his neck. âHey, Ease. Yeah sorry âbout that I had a lot of things to do. Iâll make it up to you soon. Honest!â Y/N nodded their head in understanding. âOh yeah!â they exclaimed, remembering why they were looking for him in the first place. âI was gonna ask you something. Do you have a second?â Luke began looking between them and Louise. The air suddenly felt thick as tensions and awkwardness rose as if Luke was caught between a rock and a hard place. It seemed as if Luke made his decision when he responded, "Oh shit, sorry Ease I'm in the middle of something with Louise. Do you mind?"Â
The smile on Y/Nâs face dropped and a forced hard line formed on their lips. âOh. Oh okay. No worries. If itâs important I can ask you some other time. Bye Louise!â Y/N quickly walked away with hands in their pockets. Y/N felt a pang in their chest, and their heart began to beat more rapidly than normal. They didnât know what they were feeling. Sadness? Disappointment? It seemingly wasnât Y/Nâs Day, but they convinced themselves that it was because Luke was busy, considering he was Camp Counselor after all. Yeah, thatâs what it is. Y/N tried to rationalize what took place. However, Y/N evidently came up short.
It had begun to be a daily occurrence it seems, Y/N finding Luke, asking if they could talk or hang out with them and him disregarding them, brushing them off, or telling them they're busy. Just like it became a sudden everyday occurrence, it also became a nuisance and annoyance to Y/N. Once can be brushed off as a mere coincidence but multiple times in a week? Now, that wasn't a coincidence. It had become clear to Y/N: Luke was avoiding them. But why? Did they do something to upset Luke? Couldnât be. Was it? It didnât make sense to Y/N. It didnât make sense to poor olâ Annabeth either, whom Y/N found solace in. They felt bad and shameful, talking to a literal 13-year-old about stuff they should be dealing with on their own. But Luke was Annabethâs brother, and Annabeth knew more about him than Y/N would ever in their lifetime. So, it made sense that Y/N would approach her.Â
"I could've sworn Luke was walking back and forth from the beach. I've seen him there multiple times a day. Even at the lake with the canoes, I'd see him too. He always looked nervous and his hands were clammy. He was very jumpy too. Whenever Iâd ask him, heâd brush me aside, force me off his case, and make me return to the Athena cabin.â Annabeth explained one day when they asked about their siblingâs whereabouts. Y/N was slowly getting frustrated, not at Annabeth but at the lack of answers. Who wouldnât be? Your best friend, out of the blue, began ignoring you; without offering any answers, without explanation. Anyone would go insane just thinking about it. Y/N felt they had no one else to blame but themselves.Â
Y/N felt despondent more and more every day, and it wasnât hard to notice. Their signature smile was gone, they weren't eating much, and aloof. Their cabin-mates noticed it too. They weren't their enthusiastic self and slugged around with their activities for the day. Their siblings, wanting to distract them from whatever caused their unorthodox behavior, asked if they wanted to do hand-to-hand combat or forge weapons in the camp forge, which was what Y/N liked doing the most, but was met with a shrug and a distant stare off into the abyss.Â
It wasn't just their cabin that got the brunt of Y/Nâs melancholy. Half of the population in the camp did. Their beds weren't as comfortable as they had gotten used to. Campers began feeling awful emotionally waking up, some had dreams that caused nothing but dejection and misery. Some Aphrodite kids even woke up feeling nothing but heartache, even though it was supposed to be their month. Everyone was affected, and regardless if Y/N knew of this or not, that wasnât a matter to them that they cared enough about to fix. Selfish? Probably is.Â
The last straw was on a random Tuesday when once again, Y/N looked for Luke. They once again, like clockwork, looked everywhere for him. They finally found them near the Hermes cabin, talking to his half-siblings. Approaching them, they sensed that Luke wasn't in the best of moods, with his back tensed than usual and their siblings looking as if the ground was far more interesting than their older brother's lecture. The two, who they later found out were the Stolls, noticed Y/N approaching. Connor (Y/N thought it was Connor but they werenât sure) looked at Luke before directing his eyes towards Y/N. Luke's eyebrows scrunched up before looking at what had gotten the Stoll siblings' attention. Y/N, with hands behind their back and with a thin line on their lips, greeted Luke.Â
Before Y/N could greet them, Luke stopped them. âListen, Y/N. I know you wanna hang out with me and tell me whatever this is you want to tell me. I get that. I see that. But please, not now. Iâm in the middle of something here.â
Y/Nâs eyebrows furrow in sadness and in turn look at the Stolls. Y/N, who has been patient with their best friend, just wasnât having it. Out of either frustration or desperation, Y/N spoke. âI know that and I understand that. Being a camp counselor is hard work, especially with these ruffians trying to tear down every wall in the cabin.â Y/N tried to lighten up the situation, earning a snicker from the Stolls, who werenât their intended audience. Luke just stood there, his face still the same, albeit more unamused than before.Â
âBut you have to relax for once. Youâve been at it for days now so I was won-ââNo.â Luke immediately interjects with hints of venom laced in his teeth. Y/Nâs breath hitched. This was the first time in their life theyâve heard Luke speak like that. He was usually this nonchalant, chill dude. Serious when needed but a stand-up guy. Today wasnât the normal Luke. No, it was something else. It made Y/Nâs spine tingle with fear. It also made the Stollsâ back straightened.Â
âCâmon, Luke. I know youâre working hard but-""I said no, Y/N. Gods above, canât you please just listen to me once? Iâm busy. Please. Leave.â Y/N gulped, looking back at the Stolls before looking back to Luke, whose eyebrows furrowed and scar making him all the more menacing. Y/N immediately left, locking themselves away in their cabin. They looked up, and just thinking about Lukeâs tone and expression made them tear up. It was oh so wrong for Y/N to cry over someone, let alone a boy. But this was no ordinary boy no. This boy was special to them, and their expression of annoyance towards them felt like a stab to the heart multiple times, each time the intensity got worse and worse and as a joke, his expression kept removing the daggers only to put it back in.
This made Y/Nâs overthinking tenfold. They have settled at the fact that Luke hated them, thought of them as an annoyance, thought of them as excess baggage. These thoughts overwhelmed Y/N and in turn, tears welled up in their eyes, cascading onto their pillow until they fell asleep. None of their siblings tried to bother them, eyes looking back at each other laced with sympathy towards their once exuberant sibling. Y/N ultimately missed lunch and dinner, and Luke noticed that day that Y/N was nowhere to be found. But ultimately decided not to do anything about it.Â
It was a Thursday when the downfall came. Y/N, who was feeling nothing but sadness the past couple of days, like a shift of tides, has inadvertently turned this sadness into something else; something much more dangerous and malicious: Anger. It was all of a sudden. Y/N woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and thatâs when everything went to shit. Y/Nâs anger poured over everyone in their cabin. Sammie, Y/N's bunkmate, asked them what was wrong. They were always there for Y/N and Y/N considered Sammie their closest sibling out of everyone. So, it was a surprise to all of their siblings when Y/Nâs voice, filled with malice and venom, barked âLEAVE ME ALONE. CANâT YOU SEE IâM NOT? FOR GOD'S SAKE JESUS ABOVE! ARE YOU STUPID OR BRAIN DEAD?â Everyoneâs mouth hung open as they looked at each other, either out of fear or mere awkwardness. Y/N wasnât the type to scream at anyone out of the blue. They were boisterous and loud, sure, but it was out of happiness and eagerness to wake up every day. But now, it was like a cloud cast over Camp Half-Blood, even though it never rained there.Â
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the scene in front of them. Y/N on their bed, blanket strewn about on their legs as they scowled at the now teary-eyed Sammie. Time stood still and the air got more and more heavy. Here was their zealous and exuberant sibling, who woke up and randomly just chose to pick a fight the moment their eyes opened. It wasn't like them. But no one knew what caused them to snap. Someone had to step between them and Hayden, one of the older members of the camp, guided Sammie away from Y/N before they further angered them. Essie, another one of their siblings, glared at Y/N.
Y/N, with everyone's eyes on them, finally was hugged by clarity's warmth and their eyes softened. They looked around to see their siblings looking at them with the expression of either disgust or shame, and Y/N couldn't stand to be around their siblings. They tossed their blanket aside and went out of their cabin, head down.
Maybe walking could clear my head. Y/N thought. So, they walked. And walked, visiting every place you can go to in camp, rinse and repeat. They felt like a soulless traveler, wandering aimlessly around. Lifeless and tired. As they began walking back to their cabin however, a familiar voice tried to stop them. They tensed up, realizing it was Luke, the same boy who had been ignoring them for days, who now had the utter audacity to come up to them as if nothing had happened.Â
Y/N, more infuriated than before, turned around to look at the boy. He was in a smiley mood, creases formed on the side of their eyes. This was Lukeâs signature smile that he knew Y/N loved, but unfortunately for him, today wasnât the day itâd work on them. They glowered at Luke with intense fury in their eyes, and Luke, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to be sucked in by a black hole from where he stood, even though they had no idea what had made them furious like that. In the years of knowing Y/N, Luke knew they had that specific look whenever they were furious, that one that made you want to eat dirt or bury yourself alive. It wasnât a normal occurrence, which made the intensity of the look way worse. And whenever they did show it, regardless of how many times theyâve done so over the years, it always felt like the first, and Luke always shuddered seeing it. He wasnât thrilled when his Ease was upset. And in years of knowing them, knew not to mess with Y/N during their spouts of anger, but what Luke wanted to tell them was very important to both of them, Luke thinks, and assumed itâd make Y/Nâs mood better, just like every other plan Luke had for them when they were mad or upset. In hindsight, this was probably the worst decision Luke has ever made.
"Hey, I was looking for you. Do you have a second?" Luke put his hands in his khaki pants' pockets and smiled at Y/N. Luke's nonchalance made Y/N's expression turn from anger into disbelief. Did he actually believe that Y/N, whose face is red with anger and disgust towards Luke's actions for the past week, would just come around and entertain Luke's question? Certainly, no one would. Disbelief turned into fury, and Y/N's hands turned into a fist. They approached Luke, and for a minute Luke smiled. Tunnel vision once again washed over Luke, and unfortunately for him, he failed to see Y/N, who without hesitation, swung at him.Â
Luke was on the ground in an instant, shock painted across his face. He felt for the side of his lip, which was now cut open and oozing with blood. If Y/N was in a better mood, theyâd take a picture of Lukeâs expression and hang it up so people would gawk at it. But alas, Y/N didnât have a camera, and they werenât in the mood for stupid jokes, let alone Lukeâs.Â
âYou really have the gall to ask me that? After what youâve fucking done?â Y/Nâs every step was filled to the brim with resentment, each step might leave and burn a permanent mark on the ground. Luke wasn't looking forward to what Y/N was gonna do to him. And Luke, in all of this, was painfully unaware of what he had done, as evident by the clueless look he had, which infuriated Y/N more.Â
âYou, Luke Castellan, are the stupidest, shittiest, and the most pathetic excuse of a man I've ever met in this entire lifetime. You ignore me for days, brush me off when I try to talk to you and act like I don't exist. You are just as cruel as the Gods. No, scratch that. Even worse. If you didnât wanna be friends anymore you couldâve just fucking told me instead of you acting like you don't see me.â The anger in Y/N seemingly dissipated, replacing it with another just as intense if not more emotion: Anguish. Y/N's eyes were now filled to the brim with days' worth of unshed tears, it was as if the dam inside their heart finally burst. Luke finally, by the grace of God, realized the critical error they'd made. They didn't mean to leave Y/N in the dust like that, but Y/N didn't know that. It was his fault for not communicating with them about it. He, upon seeing his best friend, with tears in their eyes and anger and other pent-up emotions over the days splattered in both their face and actions, knew he had morally fucked up. Luke Castellan, who was very much aware of how many times he had fucked up in his life, who was so used to seeing the consequences of his actions, for seemingly the first time, was now so blissfully aware of how unaware he was of the damage heâd done. The last thing he wanted was to make Y/N feel anything but happiness. He never wanted to hurt them or make them cry. They swore one day years ago that until they died, they wouldnât make Y/N feel that way. To be alone. To be abandoned, like the Gods did. Luke had always been angry at the Gods for ignoring them and didn't want anyone, especially their best friend, to feel that way after everything that had happened to them. But like the Gods, life was cruel like that, and promises were sometimes made to be broken. And Luke failed. Yet again. He did. At that moment, he realized just how much anguish and pain he had caused. Luke's expression softened and regret was now sprawled across his face.
Y/N raised their fist towards Luke, and he closed his eyes, expecting a second punch to land on his face. I deserve it. he thought. But he waited and waited untilâŚnothing. Instead, Y/N's fist faced the ground, and their head was down, tears dripping onto the dirt they were now kneeling on. They gripped on their pants like a lifeline, as they shook with rage. Luke, fully grasping what was happening, tried to approach them and touch their hand. But as soon as he tried, Y/N moved away from him. At that moment, you could hear Luke's heart shattering into millions of pieces. He'd officially ruined it. Just like everything he touched.
Y/N stood up and wiped the tears that were threatening to spill from their eyes. Their hair was a mess, shirt rippled as if it wasn't ironed and their hand was now a little bloody from the punch to both Luke's face and the contact with the Earth. Y/ N looked at Luke with malice, and Luke unconsciously stepped back.
âStay away from me, Luke Castellan. If you know whatâs good for you, I advise you to do so. Never ever talk to me again. Go fuck yourself. Weâre done.â
Relationships end, that was a given. Love was silly like that. Breaking up and losing who you thought was your forever was one of the saddest heartaches you can get in life. That was universal knowledge. But Luke, at that moment, knew that that wasn't the case. To him, the most heartbreaking thing was to see their best friend walk away, just like that. They essentially gave up on him, and Luke had nothing to blame but himself. The one person who he knew wouldnât give up on them, did just that. Friendships come and go, and over time and unexpectedly, they can break off. And all you can do is accept and move on. That was natural. But this wasnât something Luke didnât want to just accept. He knew this oneâs reason wasn't natural. And it had one reason: him. Luke Castellan. Son of Hermes. A fuck up.
Luke laid on his bunk bed, contemplating. This had been going on for two days already. Luke waking up and doing nothing but brood and contemplate. Nobody in the cabin bothered him, aside from Chris who stepped up as temporary camp counselor for him and updated him once in a while about what they did that day, and his other younger sister Mia who cleaned up his wound upon seeing him enter the cabin, dazed and hurt. He would kill just for Y/N to say something to him, to scream at him, do something instead of the cold glares they have given them when they reach the dinner pavilion or even as they walk near their cabin. For some reason, Y/N always knew they were there, and it pissed them off even more. The silence between them was deafening, and Luke hated every minute of it. It wasn't rare for the two to fight, Y/N was feisty and loved arguing, especially when they knew they were right. But the first time, when Y/N decided that they weren't gonna argue, got Luke shaken up and scared.Â
Luke had looked everywhere for Y/N that day. He knew he royally fucked up, calling Y/N by their nickname that theyâve agreed upon should be kept in secrecy. Put that in the list of things Luke has fucked up in the years of their friendship. Worry filled Lukeâs brain. What if they went to the forest and got hurt? Luke wouldnât forgive himself if that happens. Heâs lost a lot of people in his life, and when Y/N came into his life, while ambivalent at first, later on promised to himself that he wasnât gonna let anything happen to Y/N. He had sworn to protect them, even though he knew they didnât need him. Luke was just about to give up, his nerves shaken as he anxiously thought of multiple what-ifs in his head, when he found them ultimately in the last place they never bothered to search: the campfire.Â
Y/N was sitting on the ground, hugging their knees. They were looking at the ground. Luke hesitantly walked towards them and sat next to them. The fire crackled as a girl, who was not older than 8, tended to the flames. He couldâve sworn he's never seen this girl in the years heâs been here but that didnât matter. Y/N sensed someone was next to them, and looked up. Luke sheepishly smiled at them and in turn, Y/N looked away.Â
Luke sighed and laid his head on their shoulder, closing his eyes. Y/N didnât shrug him off, which was a good thing but they werenât looking at him. They just sat there, the crackling of fire the only thing you could hear as it danced like two lovers in an intense dance for their lives. Silence went by minutes. No one dared making a sound.Â
âIâm sorry.â Were the first words that pierced the silence that surrounded them. Luke sat right up and looked at Y/N who was now looking at them with the most heavenly eyes Luke had ever seen. Their eyes were out of this world, it was as if planets and novas were encased in them. But what ruined it was the gloss. Not because of the glossiness of their eyes, but the cause of it. Y/N had been crying. And it was Lukeâs fault.
âWhy are you apologizing, Ease? Itâs not your fault. Itâs mine. I embarrassed you. I promised that I wouldnât tell anyone about it. And now here you are, crying. I also promised I wouldnât make you cry either.â He sighed before putting his forehead on their shoulder, closing his eyes. It was another minute before Y/N spoke again.Â
âItâs stupid, Luke. It was petty. And I made it a big deal by leaving. I shouldnât have embarrassed you in front of the campers. I fucked up. Iâm sorry.â
The pair looked at each other in lopsided smiles. âWeâre both a mess, huh?â He looked at them again with the biggest and doofiest smile he could muster. Then, giggles. Giggling and laughter roared in the air as the two non-verbally apologized to each other. Hugs and jokes were shared that day in front of the bonfire. You couldnât burn that scene whenever you tried. It was one of the best days the two ever had.
Emphasis on had. Luke thought. Now, he lays there, contemplating the bridge heâd burn from the one good thing in his life. What Luke couldnât forget the most were their eyes, filled with hate and malice towards him. Seeing them like that felt like the entire world, his entire world, fall apart. And then they left them there standing, forced to pick up the millions of pieces he himself destroyed.
He knew he loved them; he really did. He could lie under oath and people would know heâs being disingenuous. Heâd known for a while about what he felt for them. The way he looks at them from a distance as they laugh with their cabin-mates, a smile unconsciously creeps into his lips. The way their eyes drag towards them instinctively in the crowd. The way they put him over themselves and how much they accommodate him. Those were some of the things they loved about Y/N. And it took Chris and the entire Hermes cabin just to make him realize just how much of a love-sick puppy he was. Although he knew of his feelings towards them, just like Y/N though, they were both content in being part of their lives. Just like Y/N, He was scared that he might fuck up if they both got together, and he didnât want to lose them. So, he convinced himself that keeping them in their lives platonically was the only solution they had. They were both idiots. Laughing at that now, Luke couldnât help but slap himself in the face. You kept them platonically but you still fucked up. Way to go, Castellan.Â
He was surely convinced he was just okay to keep them in their lives platonically. He didnât even initially plan anything on Valentine's Day. Just hanging out with them and doing nothing was okay for Luke. But as Valentineâs Day crept around the corner, Luke couldnât help but think of holding their hand that day as fireworks sprayed in the sky, red and white lights dancing and looking down at them. He couldnât help but dream of holding them in their arms, kissing them on the temple, smiling down at them as they both looked at each other in adoration. He knew he had to make a move, as both were as stubborn as mules. Y/N had always been the one to initiate everything. From hanging out to just lollygagging around camp. Y/N has always been there for him. It was always Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. He swears he could make their name a chant, just to immortalize this being he couldâve sworn was given to him by the Gods themselves. What did he do to deserve such an angel? He doesnât know. He realized that for once in his life, He wanted to initiate something first. Not Y/N. Him.
He felt his heart ripping out of his chest, and at that instant, he knew he had to do something. At first, he couldnât find Aphrodite kids who he was close enough to ask for advice since they were all busy with the Feast. But the Gods smiled down upon him that day, in the form of Louise Clifford-Jacobs. Luke wasted no hesitation asking Louise about what to do on Valentines, the perfect spot in Camp Half-Blood, the perfect food to serve, everything. He was so focused on planning he didnât realize Y/N was next to him, the last person he hoped to hear him ask an Aphrodite girl about his plans for them. Looking at Y/N and their smile, Luke felt his heart beat in his chest. His ears turned red as the love of their life smiled upon them, like sun rays that greeted you in the morning. Y/N had wanted to ask him a question, and although he wanted to entertain it, he still had to plan their date. Luke knew he hadnât had much time but he didnât wanna make them leave. Sacrifices were needed to be taken, and Luke had asked them to leave. The smile that left Y/Nâs face broke his heart, but he had to do something so that his plan wasnât blown.Â
Luke watched as Y/N left and felt a pang, it was as if someone had shot them directly into his chest. Looking at Louise, they instinctively knew they had to make the date as special as ever.Â
But all the planning. All gone to waste because Luke had failed to focus on the one good thing he had. He was so intent on making the perfect date he forgot who it was for. And now Luke was just there staring into the abyss of the bunk bed, dejected that not only he lost his best friend, his grand plan was useless now. Maybe he could give the plan to Percy? He wasnât sure anymore.Â
A knock on the door interrupted his brooding, and he sat up to see the last person he expected to see today. Clarisse La Rue, in all her Ares fashion, walked inside and sat next to Luke. She intently looked at Luke, anger pulsing through her veins. Luke gulps in response.
âI wanna punch you so bad, Castellan.â She started. âSo, so bad. You donât know how much you fucked up.â He flinched. He knew how hard Ares kidsâ punches are, but Clarisseâs was deadlier. You couldâve hit him with a stone and it would hurt way less. She continues. âBut I wonât.â Luke sat up, confused. If she wasnât there to hurt him then what? Luke couldnât wrap around the scenario happening right now.
âClarisse, if youâre looking for Capture the Flag alliances, go look for someone else. Iâm not in the mood to think of strategies nor care for any bartering you're gonna do.â Luke bluntly stated as he plopped his head on his pillow, covering his eyes with his arm. He hears the girl sigh. âAs much as I would really like to make an alliance with you, Iâm here for Y/Nâ
This caught the boyâs attention as he sat up again. He stares at Clarisse before she starts to speak. âLook, Iâm probably the last person youâd expect to play cupid but goddamn you both are annoying as fuck. Iâll cut to the chase, Castellan. My best friend is fucking in love with you, they just couldnât admit it because theyâve made their thick skull think they didnât have a chance with you. It has gotten worse ever since you started your little game of ignoring them. Now, I know you like them too, the way you look at them makes me wanna vomit but whatever. And I know you didn't mean to ignore them. This is all just a big misunderstanding and Idiot 1 and 2 do nothing but brood and sigh all day. I for one think it's annoying as hell.â Clarisse sighs, reclining on the railings of Lukeâs bunk. " The point is, Iâm not gonna sit around and see them cry over some idiot. Now, get your sad, pathetic ass out of bed and tell me your plan so I can help.â
Luke and Clarisse indeed formed an unlikely alliance. Although not in Capture The Flag, it was for Y/N so it was the next best thing. Lukeâs plan was simple: it was a simple dinner date at the campâs gazebo, with the gazebo facing the lake. Luke used his abilities as a Hermes kid to smuggle in Y/N and his' favorite food. Clarisse, who had connections with Aphrodite kids through her other best friend Silena, had asked them to help Luke with his case. They didnât hesitate, seeing that love and courtship was their forte. Louise and Silena lead the operation, Luke owing them big time for this. In all of the planning and decorating, Luke had gotten antsy. And Silena was getting rather annoyed. Using her charm speak, she had managed to calm Lukeâs nerves. Sighs of relief echoed as Luke decided to sit as far away as the Aphrodite kids and let them do their jobs without looking like a strict supervisor.Â
Silena and Clarisse had known for a long time just how much the Hermes boy yearned for Y/N. In fact, the pair were taking bets on who would confess first, with Silena betting that Y/N would meanwhile Clarisse was betting on Luke. In the meantime, it seems like none of them were winning. And they wouldnât like that now, would they? Thatâs why they agreed to help him. Though it was the second reason, the real reason why was sweeter, but they would rather be caught dead than admit that.
Whilst Silena and Clarisse helped prepare, they couldnât help but look back at Luke. His leg wobbled up and down and he kept wringing his hands. Sweat was rolling down his head as his eyes shifted, while silent murmurs left his mouth. In the many years these two have known Luke, they have never seen him like this. He was the epitome of confidence, both in the eyes of his siblings and everyone in the camp. He was ever so self-assured with both his abilities in sword fighting and his abilities as Head Counselor. Yet here he was, a blubbering mess. It was definitely out of character for him. The two kept snickering every time they looked back at him, and they looked back at each other, rolling their eyes. This was definitely blackmailing material for the future.Â
That night on Valentines Day, the feast had commenced in celebration of the Goddess of Love. With everyone in the dinner pavilion, Chiron had shared their usual pleasantries, and just like clockwork, finally asked everyone to commence the celebration. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes and eating well tonight, courtesy of the Aphrodite cabin, kids who knew they helped in preparations can finally eat up and pat themselves on the back for a job well done. Couples from different cabins were allowed to eat next to each other, as their single siblings watched in horror and disgust. Burning of offerings had also commenced tenfold, with everyone thanking the Goddess of Love for a very successful day. As the celebration goes on, Y/N sat next to their siblings, half of them sitting with their loved ones, while the rest talk amongst themselves. They sat in the middle, aimlessly picking and playing with their food.Â
A cough took them out of their state. Clarisse, who was wearing her best red dress, and Silena who absolutely looked stunning in their off-shoulder dress stood next to each other, looking at them. Y/N in turn looked up at them, eyes filled with gloom. âDonât tell me youâre gonna be like that the entire night, Y/Nâ.
âAnd what if I was?â They barked in retaliation. They were in no mood to bicker with the daughter of Ares. They werenât also in a mood to celebrate this supposed-to-be happy occasion. Why would they? They just lost their best friend and the person they have been yearning for in just a week.
âWell, thatâs no good now, is it?â both snicker at each other. They sigh before standing up, back hunched and their arms on the table. âLook, Iâm really not in the mood to entertain pranks nor play with matchmakers, no offense Silena��� she smiled and nodded back to them.
âWell good news. This is no prank. Silena and I decided that since youâre alone this Valentineâs you could come join us on a little singles bonding.â Y/N raised their eyebrow in suspicion. They had a hunch that whenever these two were together and involved, it wasnât gonna be pretty. These two, besides them and Clarisse, are partners in crime. And when thereâs trouble in the air, Clarisse and Silena are the main culprits.
Y/N sighed however. Despite not being in the mood, they had no plans whatsoever. They were, however, in an entertaining mood. There was nothing to lose. So, they humor them, albeit begrudgingly. They rolled their eyes and looked back at them. âFine. What do you want me to do?â
The girls smile and jump in excitement. Seeing this commotion, they knew something was up. These two were planning something, and Y/N was mentally cursing themselves for agreeing. There was fire in Clarisseâs eyes, and in the many years theyâve known her, they knew exactly what this look was: Determination. A determined Clarisse was dangerous, that they knew. They would stop at nothing to get things done, regardless if it'd kill her or not. An over exaggeration on Y/Nâs part but you get the point. But curiosity was a killer. And well, satisfaction will bring them back.
Silena dragged Y/N away from their table, no one paying mind to them leaving, while Clarisse pushed them forward. They walked and walked until they ended up in the Aphrodite cabin, desolate with no one but themselves. They dragged them to the cabinâs vanity table that was lined with different hair items and products, from hair gel to combs. Aphrodite kids were stacked, and Y/N anxiety never faltered.
âWhat the hell are you two gonna do to me?â they asked, voice laced with fear. Clarisseâs usual cackle filled the cabin, alongside the sound of a turned-on hair dryer. âOh câmon, Y/N liven up. Itâs Momâs Day. Iâm giving you a makeover, of course. Courtesy of the entire Aphrodite cabin.â Y/N looked at themselves in the mirror and realized they look utterly horrid. Their hair stuck out in every direction; their eyes red from the constant crying. Eyebags evident from the lack of sleep. Silena was right, They thought. They did look like a mess.
 âThink of it as self-care, Y/N. As the Head Councilor of the Aphrodite cabin, we are humbly your fairy godmothers for the evening. Iâm gonna make sure you look perfect and stunning. Now. Face the mirror.â Â
Silena was right. Y/N did look perfect right now. They looked the best theyâve ever been ever since they entered camp, hell, even before they were homeless. One word can describe them right now and it was this: Ethereal. They looked like you could put them in Olympus and no one would be any wiser, no, scratch that, they looked more than just a God. They looked like a celestial being. Silena and Clarisse couldnât help but gawk at their joint masterpiece and Y/N looked at themselves in the mirror, basking in their appearance.Â
Y/N couldnât help it as a tear rolled down their cheek, which Silena tsked before wiping it off. âSomeone who looks celestial tonight has no right to cry. Look at you!â Both Clarisse and Silena were now beside them, and they gawked once more at them. Their confidence skyrocketed ten-fold, and by God they didnât think they were even capable of looking like so. They looked at both Clarisse and Silena, nodding at them, eyes closed, feeling ever so grateful for their job tonight. But they knew the night wasnât over, and without hesitation, Clarisse took their hand and led them out the cabin.
It was a short walk and before they knew it, they reached the lit gazebo. Y/Nâs eyes sparkled as they stared in awe at the decorations that littered it, fairy lights in little jars, red and white clothes draped at the roof of the gazebo. Food was on the rose petal decorated table, with a beautiful table setting with handkerchiefs folded into swans. But that wasnât the only thing that was in there. A curly haired boy sat on one of the tables, dressed in a suit, looking down and twiddling with their thumbs. Luke. They thought.
All the happiness they felt have now dissipated, and fury once again taken hold of them. âWhat the hell is this?â They spat venom, and the pair couldnât help but flinch in retaliation. Looking up, Luke saw Y/N, and he couldnât help but gawk at them. Luke had always known Y/N was ethereal, but with Silena and Clarisseâs help, they were all of a sudden out of this world. It was as if Y/N embodied Aphrodite, you can even say moreso, however you wouldnât catch Luke saying that aloud. All the gawking Luke did however, was ruined when they saw their face. They were infuriated. Angry that they were tricked by Silena and Clarisse. Angry at him.Â
Luke wasted no time and made a beeline towards Y/N. "What is he doing here?â Y/N asks Silena and Clarisse, and the duo stayed quiet, looking at Luke for help. Luke sighs, putting both his hands up near his chest, a sign that he wasnât there to put up a fight. âDonât get mad at them, Ease. They helped me. I asked them to trick you. Iâm sorry.â
âI told you that I didnât wanna see you anymore, Luke.â âI know that but please hear me out.â Without saying a word, Y/N began to turn around and walk away. Who wouldnât be pissed? The last person they wanted to see right now was standing there, whilst they recruited their other friends to basically trick them into seeing him. To say they were pissed was an understatement.Â
Not wanting for Y/N to leave before he explained himself, he grabs their arm. The touch felt electric to Y/N as they spun around as Luke held them. And for the first time in a while, Y/Nâs expression softened. It had been days since the two had hung out, let alone seen each other. The fight had made them more distant than before, and Y/N couldnât help but yearn for Lukeâs touch. As skin contacts skin, his touch made them putty, and all the anger theyâve kept just seemingly dissipated, and there was nothing left but yearning. Painful, painful yearning.Â
âPlease, Y/N hear me out. I promise Iâll make it worthwhile.â Y/N closed their eyes, sighing. Y/N knew Luke was their weakness, it had always been. And as he stood there holding them, all thoughts were officially lost. They nodded, and Luke for the first time in a while had his signature smile plastered on their face.
Luke looks at Y/Nâs eyes, enamored as the lights from the gazebo danced in it. The more he stared at their eyes, they felt like a moth drawn to the flame. He could stare at it forever, like how Narcissus looked at his reflection in the water, but Luke had to snap out of it, and finish the hell that he had started.
âListen, Ease. In the years Iâve lived on this Earth, Iâve recognized just how much Iâve fucked up. I was very much aware of how much Iâve done so. With Hal, withâŚThalia.â Luke looked at the ground, tears began welling in his eyes. Y/N, who looked at him with adoration, wasted no time putting their hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to them. Luke looks at Y/N, before laughing, tears betraying him as they rush down like a waterfall. Y/Nâs expressions softened even more, as they used their thumb to swipe any more tears that dared leave Lukeâs eyes. A nod left Y/N, encouraging Luke to continue. The gesture made Luke a little more courageous, as he swallowed, before continuing. âWith dadâs quest. I knew how much of a fuckup I was. I was always aware, and for some odd reason, when the consequences of these fuck-ups arise, I just ignore them. Not the healthiest option I know but I just stopped giving a fuck, you know? It is what it is mentality.â As he looked at Y/N, he took their hands into his, and suddenly yet all at once, it felt exhilarating. Their hand in his felt bright and warm, a feeling both of them never felt before. In that moment, they both seemed to forget all the troubles, trials and tribulations theyâve experienced, and what matters right now were just the two of them, in that moment, a scene like in a movie.
âBut seeing you walk away like that with the angriest and furious eyes with tears cascading down your face, I realized something.â He breathes out as his grip on their hands tighten, it was as if at any minute, Luke would lose them, like they would drift away from them, never to be seen again. âI realized that out of all the fuck ups I did, hurting you was the worst one Iâve ever done. In that moment, I realized that making you feel alone and small was the biggest fuck-up I have ever done. For the first time, It felt as if some part of me died that day. Out of all the mistakes I've done in my life, you were the only one I was willing to fix."
Luke adoringly stepped forward more, and the space between them left as if it never existed. Luke moved his hands to their forearm, and in turn they put their hand on his chest. âYou, Ease, made me realize that out of everything in my life, youâve become the only thing I got right. I could forget everything, and youâd still be the only constant Iâm thankful the Gods had given me. You're the only one who has seen the reds and the blues of my life and despite everything, you just burned them all up. And you, with all your love for an idiot like me, kissed them goodbye.â
âIâm here to fix things between us, Ease. Let it be known that Iâm not willing to give you away that easily. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. So please, I hope you forgive me.â
Y/N, upon hearing Lukeâs words, couldnât help but allow the tears to fall from their eyes. Overwhelmed with emotions, they wasted no time putting their arms around him, sobbing as they cling on to him, scared that they might fall away from them. It took Luke a minute before wrapping their arms around them as well, swinging them back and forth as the pair laughed and giggled in each otherâs presence. Tears and smiles were shared amongst the pair, and Luke, smitten in love, broke the contact first, his hands on Y/Nâs waist. The pair basked at each otherâs presence with adoration, as they stood there, foreheads touching. Y/Nâs hands crept once again to Lukeâs face and in that moment, as they looked at each other, time stood still, silence washed over them. âEase, I promise you, you wonât regret it.â He giddily smiles at them, and they chuckle.Â
âI know I wonât.â Y/N replies. Luke leans in, and in sync, their lips move against each other. The pair melted in each other as Y/N placed their hands on their neck. Y/Nâs lips were soft. Luke thought. And a smile crept into his lips as his dreams of what their lips felt like on his was now in fruition. Electricity filled the air as the two savored each other, apologies and I love yous passed back and forth with each kiss. It was invigorating, the pair thought. He parts his lips for them, allowing each other to explore and satiate the hunger they had for each other. Their hands slipped into his curly hair and in turn, Luke pulled them towards his body more.
They broke apart after a few minutes, the two catching their breath. As they looked at each other, a sudden boom made their heads snap towards the sky. Red and white lights danced in the sky, covering the entire valley with the Love Goddessâ colors. The two looked up at the sky in adoration as they held onto each other, Lukeâs head on their shoulder as they laid their head on his, with Lukeâs arms around their waist and their hands resting on top of his.Â
Silena and Clarisse watch on as their friends bask in each otherâs presence, and in turn they look at each other. Clarisse held out a hand, and Silena couldnât help but groan as they fished in their pockets, placing a few drachmas on the God of Warâs child's palm. Clarisse nodded a thank you to Silena, before both of them left to give the two some deserved privacy.
Never in the million years Luke would think the Gods would give him someone, let alone a person who loved all of him. Y/N, his North Star, his tether, his world. He didn't expect them, out of everyone, to now be in his arms, fully embracing the feeling they had for each other that they were so afraid to admit before. Now, as his name fell from Y/Nâs mouth, he smiles as he basked at the moment, silently thanking the Gods for this one. And maybe, just maybe he thinks, he can forget about why he hated the Gods in the first place.
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YOUâRE TELLING ME LORE OLYMPUS WON THE EISNER FOR A THIRD YEAR???
The comic where the author submitted the series finale 20 minutes before it was set to release?
The comic where the R4pist and main villain whoâs been built up for 3 seasons gets community service for committing several heinous crimes?
The comic where a grown man lusts after a sheltered 19 year old and weâre expected to think itâs the âhealthiest relationship everâ, despite said 19 year old literally having a breakdown that she doesnt know anything about herself because of her marriage?
The comic that disrespects greek myth and culture as a whole; where characters are made fun of for wearing Ancient Greek fashion and our GREEK gods have a christian wedding instead of the beautiful traditions of Greek marriage?
The comic that claims to be feminist but ultimately bastardizes the tale of Demeter and Persephone, making Demeter an âoverbearing momâ (although sheâs the most logical in the comic) and just someone who wants to ruin the âbeautiful marriageâ of Hades and Persephone
The comic that shares way too many parallels from the 1997 film Lolita?
The comic where the male love interest and the male antagonist really share no differences aside from color palette?
The comic where the view count has been dipping under the 100kâs since the beginning of season 3?
The comic that ended with a terribly choreographed fight and nuclear family photo excluding both of Hades and Persephoneâs adopted children, which left both fans and antis extremely disappointed?
Youâre telling me that people went out of their way to vote for a comic that has beyond disappointed them and has always been plagued with terrible writing, instead of the beautiful art and personability of Asturias: The Origin of a Flag, or the quirky style of Unfamiliar? This is not fair voting. This is the result of Webtoon wanting to keep their poster child alive for a few more months after its finale, because once Lore Olympus finally fades away, their western market will die, which will kill their recent investment in the market.
I, for one, cannot wait to watch them fall on their face for continuing this damned comic.
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Nico Di Angelo x Son of PersephoneđŞŚ
Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x Male!Reader
Sorta awkward đ I mean you are step siblings if we really think about it
You can argue that youâre like Beckendorf and Silena but ykâŚ
But lets ignore that
Anyway, when the two of you meet or atleast once Nico is made aware of your existence, he isnât exactly jumping at the chance to talk to you
I mean Persephone wasnât the best towards Nico so itâs to be expected..
However, with that he was pleasantly surprised when you were, dare he say, decent
Youâre both pretty similar in the underworld aspect but different all the same
Especially since youâre able to grow plants and manage that while also being able to control darkness and such due to your mothers underworld aspect
So the two of you most likely met because you so happened to be in the underworld when he was.
He never expected to see another demigod there, especially since you looked very much alive
So the two of you got talking and once he found out u were Persephone spawn? Yea his face contorts to that of disgust
Dude doesnât even try and hide it
Ofc because of you being there hades gives u the same treatment Persephone gives Nico and itâs awkward overall man
What he didnât tell you is that the time you spent talking (surprising that he stayed to talk) before he found out your godly parent, he actually thought fondly of you
Well because of things you both can relate to- you two get closer and inevitably start dating after going through some hardship with Nico admitting his feelings
And thus you both start dating
Nico is pretty alert whenever heâs in the underworld outside his dads palace so having you by his side- heâs even more so
Ofc he forgets you can literally defend yourself since your mom is literally the queen of the underworld but yk
Being familiar with the underworld is what gets you two pretty close
Especially since you both know how it is to be so close to death and stuff, itâs sorta a âiykykâ
Now, just cuz youâre connected to the underworld- it doesnât mean youâre not connected to spring and plants and the works
Ofc Nico hates when Persephone or Demeter are mentioned but he actually loves your powers since you made them your own
Was a bit weirded out since heâs basically one with death and living things hate his guts-
So ofc when you made a few plants here and there as you do and heâs surprised when it doesnât decay
Since usually every plant around his does (only ever when heâs upset which he was at the time)
Honestly what was his thought process
Your mom is literally connected to the underworld why wouldnât it be somewhat immune đ
Well regardless heâs so sweet even if he has weird ways of showing it and youâre probably one of the few people he can tolerate and be patient with since you both have similar experiences.
Plus, once you both start dating he doesnât not GAF what your mom or anyone else has to say heâs felt w enough bs from anyone- heâll be just fine
Later on he feels bad for being so put off by you in the beginning especially since youâre most likely introverted and shy đ
He feels so bad so he tries to be more appreciative towards you while youâre just confused
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