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girlkisser13 · 5 months ago
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riordanverse masterlist
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pjo & hoo
annabeth chase
clarisse la rue
drew tanaka
frank zhang
hazel levesque
jason grace
leo valdez
luke castellan
nico di angelo
perseus "percy" jackson
piper mclean
rachel elizabeth dare
reyna ramírez-arellano
thalia grace
william "will" solace
multiple
cabin headcanons
taking the hoo girls to prom
taking the pjo & hoo characters to the eras tour
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the kane chronicles
carter kane
sadie kane
zia rashid
walt stone
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magnus chase and the gods of asgard
alex fierro
blitzen
halfborn gunderson
hearthstone
magnus chase
mallory keen
samirah al abbas
thomas jefferson jr.
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nockstormbringer · 5 months ago
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Percy Jackson: Extended Universe
↳ Characters Im writing for!
Requests are opened; headcanons only
Camp Half Blood
Percy Jackson || Cabin 3
Annabeth Chase || Cabin 6
Grover Underwood || Stayr
Thalia Grace || Cabin 8
Zoë Nightshade || Cabin 8
Leo Valdez || Cabin 9
Piper McLean || Cabin 10
Luke Castellan || Cabin 11
Bianca Di Angelo || Cabin 13
Nico Di Angelo || Cabin 13
Clarisse La Rue || Cabin 5
Will Solace || Cabin 7
Charles Beckendorf || Cabin 9
Silena Beauregard || Cabin 10
Drew Tanaka || Cabin 10
Conner Stoll || Cabin 11
Travis Stoll || Cabin 11
Pollux || Cabin 12
Clovis || Cabin 15
Ethan Nakamura || Cabin 16
Camp Jupiter
Jason Grace || Praetor
Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano || Praetor
Frank Zhang || Cohort 5
Hazel Levesque || Cohort 5
Octavian || Cohort 1
Gods
Apollo || Lestor Papadopulous
Aphrodite || Venus
Ares || Mars
Hephaestus || Fulcan
Hades || Pluto
Persephone || Perserpina
Hermes || Mercury
Dionysus || Bacchus
Extra
Lityerses || Son of Midas & Demeter
Rachel Elizabeth Dare || Oracle of Delphi
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kekaki-cupcakes · 5 months ago
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Hi! Idk if you’re still doing the 250 followers event (congrats btw ;D), but I’d like to request a wildflower for a daughter Hermes x drew Tanaka or a daughter of Tyche x Luke Castellan (idk what’s your opinion of him, and I saw no mention, so yeah…). Have an enjoyable day!
drew tanaka my fav bitch this is the first x female character I think I've ever gotten <3 also luke is me and me is luke if we're being honest I would've joined him in like four seconds and I'm not even a simp
-you guys watch trashy movies together. she's a chronic end of movie crier and you've been sworn to secrecy.
-Drew would be so fucking done with you sometimes. the Hermes kid habit of doing dumb shit just makes her roll her eyes at you. and then you grin at her and then she's grinning too. she finds it very annoying.
-what is not annoying, though, is when you just happen to slip her favourite lipgloss into the pocket of the jacket you borrowed [stole] from her when walking through the store. you're just such a good girlfriend. and it never goes on sale.
-you help her untangle her hair from her big hoop earrings.
-the spinny chair by her vanity is yours now. you love watching her do her make up. and then ruining her lipstick, of course.
-Connor and Travis planned to give her a 'if you hurt our sister they'll never find the body' talk but they chickened out when she glared at them.
-she's always invited over for game night. and wins celebrity heads every time.
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frickingnerd · 2 years ago
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fake dating drew tanaka
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pairing: drew tanaka x gn!reader
tags: mentions of a hook up, mentions of making out, aged up
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you and drew had made it very clear that there were no feelings between each other when you hooked up
it was just that, a hook up! you were both consenting adults, so there was no reason to act childish and make things weird afterwards
however, you had not expected anyone to find out about your hook up. especially not someone to actually walk in on the two of you making out
you both panicked, trying to rationalize the situation. you didn't actually want anyone to know you were hooking up and so you started lying, without even thinking much about it
you told them that drew was your girlfriend and despite not liking the sound of that, drew went along with it
what you two didn't expect was that by the next morning, the entire camp knew about your relationship
wherever you two went, people would ask about what it was like to date the other one and you just kept digging your grave deeper and deeper with each reply you gave
both you and drew knew that you fucked up, yet none of you wanted anyone to know the truth about what really took place
so, you went along with it. for a week or two you would date each other, before breaking up and ending this fake relationship
at least that was the plan
after two weeks, you had forgotten about your plan. you kept pretending that it was real
months passed and it started to get awkward. you were still pretending to date, yet none of you had brought up a break up yet
you slowly started to wonder if drew would even bring it up at all
or were you two just going to keep pretending, until this fake relationship started to become real..?
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aphroditeshearts · 5 months ago
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𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
𝖱𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 ★
• 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇
• 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾
• 𝖦𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽
• 𝖩𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾
• 𝖯𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇
• 𝖫𝖾𝗈 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗓
• 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖹𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀
• 𝖧𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗅 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾
• 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖣𝗂 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗈 (𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒)
• 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾
• 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗅
• 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗅
• 𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽
• 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖿
• 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖱𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗓
• 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾
• 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖺
𝖳𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺 ☼︎
• 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗒
• 𝖦𝗐𝖾𝗇
• 𝖣𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇
• 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍
• 𝖫𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖺𝗒
• 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋
• 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋
• 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗁
• 𝖭𝗈𝖺𝗁
• 𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗇𝖺
• 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾
• 𝖣𝗃
• 𝖨𝗓𝗓𝗒
• 𝖦𝖾𝗈𝖿𝖿
• 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖽
• 𝖤𝗏𝖺
• 𝖲𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾
• 𝖪𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾
(𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽. 𝖲𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.)
𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇
• 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇
• 𝖠𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾
• 𝖤𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆
• 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗒𝗇 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗒
• 𝖵𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗒
• 𝖬𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖭𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌
• 𝖧𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇
• 𝖥𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽
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juneberrie · 2 years ago
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— ❤️‍🩹 pre-relationship + confession hcs
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pairing: drew tanaka x fem!reader
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anyways so when she first saw you, you were just chilling, yk, with ur friends. she's doing her eyeliner, and you two make eye contact. you wave and she accidentally stabs herself in the eye with her liner. nico snickers. "someone has a cruuusssshhh." drew swats at him with her freshly polished nails. "shut up, deadass." but she's blushing.
the only way she knows how to flirt is by being mean and insulting you. but if you get upset about it she panics and is very nice to you before going back to insulting you. the cycle of love <3
anyways, once nico forces her to talk to you she gets the courage to befriend you, you're in for a ride
she has a crush on you, you have a crush on her. perfect duo <3 she's the mean lesbian and you're just standing there like :/ im sorry about her, she will keep doing it tho so best get over it :)
she will defend you to the death. someone said your outfit was ugly? dw, drew already charmspoke them to wear clown shoes and a maid dress around camp for the next week. someone called you dumb? well i think a certain someone is gonna end up falling on their ass multiple times in front of their crush.
somehow you two (and nico) are always on the same team for capture the flag so basically that means drew is trying to flirt with you, you're flirting back, nico is groaning and yelling about the flag
gods help him when you two get together but thats a story for another day <3
anyways, when she confessed to you, it was after a game of capture the flag :) she totally didn't spend the entire game freaking tf out and ranting to nico
she was walking u back to your cabin when all of a sudden she stopped
“yn… i have to tell you something.”
“what is it?”
deep breath “I REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU AND UR SO OBLIVIOUS HOW HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED??”
you two just stare at each other before shes like “well its late im gonna go okay byebye” and she runs back to her cabin to scream about it to nico and her siblings
anyways the next day she comes up to you and is like “sorry ab yesterday. do you want to go on a date with me yes or no?”
obvs you say yes
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erexart · 7 months ago
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Try again?
Anything you want it to be.
Lovers to exes to lovers kind of thing
Inspired mostly by this fic from my friend T
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f4riedimples · 3 months ago
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PJO FANS I HAVE A CONTROVERSIAL OPINION AND IM GONNA SAY HALF OF IT: Drew isn't necessarily wrong about silena. Is Drew a bitch?
Yes. Is a broken clock right twice a day? Hell yeah. Don't attack me, if you want me to go more in depth I will.
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love-that-we-were-in · 8 months ago
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lighting the fuse might result in a bang
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pairing: frat!luke castellan x reader summary: Silena thinks you need to start blowing off some steam. You think you just need a fresh victory and Luke Castellan is the perfect opponent. word count: 5.3k warnings: smoking, drinking, usual college party stuff.
author's note: brought to you by my personal deep dark history with boys in hats. also i haven't gotten drunk in like 4/5 years so i don't remember what it's like so this was interesting. also i don't know anything about frats OR smoking. have the most fun <3
When Silena mentions a party you could go to, you jump at the offer, brain fuzzing at the edges where you’ve been locked in on flashcards all afternoon. It’s something you’ve started to navigate better this year, remembering to have fun after a year of non-stop focus. Silena makes it easier - a social butterfly with no qualms about dragging you out of the library when she thinks you’re pushing yourself too hard - and there’s no harm in listening to her without protest sometimes. 
“Do you even know who’s throwing this one?” You ask as she’s leading you through campus, rubbing at your arms to fight the fall chill. “I do not want a repeat of March.” 
“Have some faith in me. I’ve started vetting my sources.” 
Both of you shiver, the memory of a night spent outside the Stolls’ cramped dorm still haunting you six months later. You’re not overly familiar with this side of campus, turning away from the usual halls and towards the sorority housing, but Silena walks the path with ease, arm looped through yours.
The walk seems to have cleared your head, the music as you approach shaking off the last of the static. You’ve been here before, borrowing notes from a teammate, but it’s different like this, all pumping bass and cheers from the kitchen. Clarisse waves at you from across the room, beer in hand, and you mutter to Silena that you’re going to grab a drink. She nods, making a beeline for Drew Tanaka. You assume that’s who the invitation came from originally.
There’s a different energy to the kitchen, not quieter by any means but less noisy. Less concentrated, maybe, with twenty different conversations happening at once and nothing you have to pay attention to. Most people you don’t recognise, a group from your first year stats class huddled together near the sink, and the Stolls off to the side pointing at every new person they see. 
Mixing your drink is an easy fix, the kitchen island covered in more choices than you’ve seen in a while, and you savor the first few sips. Between class and swimming, you’ve barely drank since the semester began and the burn of vodka isn’t as numbed as you wish it was. Still, a drink is a drink so you refill it before returning to the thick of the party. 
Clarisse takes it upon herself to drag you away from the conversation you end up trapped in with Lee Fletcher, quite literally taking hold of your elbow. You mutter an apology, however disingenuous, rolling your eyes in mock exasperation as he smiles grimly. 
“I have no idea how you talk to that lot,” she says when you’re far enough away. “They’re all boring.” 
“Lee’s great. He always lends me notes from the lectures I miss.”
She laughs, pushing you into another room. “He’s trying to swindle a date out of you and you’re using him for lecture notes.” 
You shrug. There’s nothing wrong with Lee, except that Clarisse is a little right when she says most of your classmates are boring. It’s probably not intentional, and they definitely don’t realize it, but there’s this way they carry themselves around campus - half-nervous and half-haughty. It’s not a great combination and it’s why you gravitate towards the people Silena meets. 
“We were wondering when we were going to see you next,” Chris says as he throws an arm over Clarisse’s shoulder. You still don’t quite know the story there, how Chris Rodriguez managed to sweet talk your stoic teammate. One day, you’ll find out - a drunken vow you made with Silena on your dorm room floor when Clarisse mentioned a boyfriend - but you’re content to let them enjoy their romance in peace for now. “Almost thought you’d succumbed to the dark side.”
“You’re not getting rid of me yet.”
“And thank god,” he knocks his cup against yours before gesturing to the far corner of the room. “Because we need someone to kick Castellan’s ass at beer pong.” 
“Whose?”
Turns out, Luke Castellan is the newest brother to ksig. There’s not much to know about Chris’ fraternity in your eyes, just the basics of all frats, and you know from last year that there’s always bound to be a hotshot that needs someone to pump the brakes on their ego. Usually, they’re on the younger side, with more money than sense and they don’t expect anything from your approach. Luke Castellan isn’t quite that, but he’s not far from it either.
While Chris talks to the boy who was about to play, you take the opportunity to size up your opponent. It comes naturally, a part of constantly competing, and it comes in handy in moments like this, when the element of surprise is a key factor to the situation going ahead. 
Fitted jeans, branded polo and a stupid snapback cap worn backwards to show how cool he is. Nothing you haven’t seen before, really, except there’s this focused glint in his eyes with each plastic ball he throws like he has to prove his worth here. It’s a simple practice, unnecessary for a silly party game, but there’s this serious set to strong shoulders that you’re curious about.
The same way you want to know about Clarisse’s relationship, you want to know what makes Luke Castellan, whoever he is, tick. 
“Are you trying to get alcohol poisoning, Rodriguez?” 
“I’m not playing you, Luke,” Chris says and you watch closely as the other boy tilts his head slightly to the left. “I just had to go and get the current undefeated champion on campus.”
There’s this moment that happens every time you play - those awkward seconds where everyone looks completely past you to anyone else, anyone more noticeable. You count on it, occasionally, so it takes you a moment to process the way Luke’s gaze slides to you, drinks you in before he nods towards the other end of the table. 
Chris mutters a quiet “you got this,” as you brush past him, handing him your drink. You’re not delusional enough to think you can get away with mixing your drinks this early in the game. 
It takes two of Luke’s shots for you to land your first, his last hour of playing an advantage you accounted for. He’s not getting sloppy, not in the slightest, but he’s at the point where he’s a little worse for wear - a tired arm and hazy mind - and you take the chance you have at a false sense of security, taking your losses on the chin before playing the game to win. 
Within seven shots between you, you can see Luke start to get restless. How he reevaluates the table in front of him, his three empty cups to your four. Part of you really wants to knock that hat off his head, as if it’ll give you more of an insight into his mind. Instead, you wait for what you know is coming, a slight miscalculation that has the plastic ball rolling off the table to land at someone’s feet. 
Chris hands you a fresh one and you take in the way Luke swallows, jaw clenching as you line up your next shot. Whether he knows it or not, you’ve just been handed your win.
Clarisse cheers, handing you one of the cups from in front of you as everyone yells. You both chug what’s left of them, the bitter taste of cheap beer drowned out by victory, and as soon as that’s done, she throws herself back into Chris’ arms. Laughing, you turn around to find another drink, only to be met by Luke standing beside you.
“Are you about to be a sore loser?” 
He chuckles and it’s different like this. His eyes are brown, which you didn’t know five minutes ago, and his hair is dark from the little wisps of it you can see peeking out underneath his hat. You consider telling him that the hat makes him look lame, but then he’s leaning down to whisper anyway. “I expect a rematch.” 
It’s quiet and heavy and you wonder if anyone can tell that your blood feels like it’s on fire. It’s nothing, really, and it takes more effort than you want to respond. 
“Then expect to lose.”
The only saving grace to the exchange is that Luke looks a whole lot more affected by it, a blush crawling up his neck as you take the drink nearest to you and leave to find your roommate once more. 
*
Losing never used to get to you. Not like this, at least, where everything sort of feels like a precipice and you’re waiting for the next loss to fall on your shoulders alone. It was meant to be an easy game, a warm-up, for when the season started in earnest and you couldn’t afford to be incohesive. There’s always a learning curve, new starters and new competition, but in no world should it have caused this. 
Silena tells you to let it go, throwing yet another outfit on her bed as she gets ready. When you saw her at lunch, Clarisse told you to just push harder during practice. Sometimes you’re not even sure how you can be friends with both of them, how they can be friends with each other either. Unfortunately, it becomes very clear when Clarisse knocks on the door that night. 
“Why aren’t you ready?” 
“I’m not going anywhere.” 
She tuts at you, digging through the pile of clothing on Silena’s bed before throwing a dress at you. “Get dressed.” 
“You can’t make me,” you protest, the black fabric scrunching in your fist. You’ve borrowed it before, for a party last year you don’t remember very well, and you don’t even want to consider why it’s the one Clarisse selected. You turn to your roommate, looking for backup, only to find her with a pair of your shoes in her hands. “Are you seriously going to make me?” 
In unison, they raise a singular eyebrow each and it’s unsettling enough that you let go of all will to fight them. Today may as well just be full of losses that you can mourn tomorrow.
It’s only when you arrive at the party that you realize you have no idea who’s throwing it. Or who’s going to be there. Distantly, you really hope it’s a stranger Silena met on her way around campus - full of people you’ve ever met and will never see again. You could find someone nice enough to blow off some steam with before going on your merry way. 
When Clarisse yells at her boyfriend, you let out a huff as both he and Luke Castellan turn around. 
Since your first meeting, you’ve learned a few more things about Luke. He’s from Connecticut. He was responsible for half of Drew’s sorority coming down with the flu during freshers week. He’s in pre-med. He’s the reason Professor Chase introduced a ban on energy drinks in his lectures (one hundred students simultaneously opening a can of Redbull each was, apparently, mildly disconcerting). Most importantly, he’s always wearing that stupid cap. 
You try to equate the things you know with the Luke standing in front of you. Some of it makes perfect sense - Professor Chase and Connecticut - and some of it unsettles you, but it’s all true. Freshers and pre-med and track meets. Focusing on the distracted way he taps on his beer bottle instead of Clarisse greeting Chris, you kind of want to find out a whole lot more. 
“Fancy a rematch?” 
It’s the first thing he’s said to you all night, twisting the cap off a fresh beer before handing it to you. Then doing the same with his own. You pretend not to notice the movement of it, the few short seconds where you can get away with staring at the shine of silver rings in low light. Taking a sip, you crinkle your nose. 
“I’m not really in the mood,” you mutter and, at the very least, the beer is cold and you chug half of it before you even notice you’ve done it. “Don’t you have someone else you can bother?” 
There’s seconds before you notice it, how his eyes shift from slightly curious to intense. They don’t change much but standing in front of him, you can tell when they go from relaxed to focused. How his back straightens and shoulders roll back just so. You should go and find something stronger to drink. Maybe even see if Lee Fletcher is nearby.
You stay put.
“It’s just a bit of friendly competition,” Luke shrugs, unknowing of how it echoes in your skull. How that’s all today was ever meant to be. Leave it to him to dig the knife in again just as the tightness in your chest was starting to ease. “But I guess you just can’t handle it.” 
“I’d kick your ass in a rematch. I’m doing you a favor.” 
It’s obviously the wrong thing to say, Luke’s eyes brightening as the words push past your lips. The beer you drank way too fast is forming words before you even know what they are.
“You can always choose something else for me to beat you in,” he says, like it’s an offer, something gracious that you should be grateful for. “I’m easy.” 
“How many beers have you had?” 
“Three, I think?” 
Silena would tell you it’s a stupid idea - you have a coaching session at 9am and you haven’t gotten drunk since the party where you met Luke - and she would be right. But you need a win tonight, something guaranteed, and there’s this itch that crawls under your skin the longer you stare at the boy in front of you. 
So you say it anyway. 
“I bet I could outdrink you.” 
“I’d like to see you try.”
He waits as you down two more beers in quick succession, nursing his own as you do. A clink of your bottles against one another, followed by the final sip you each take and it’s finally a competition. 
The night continues, you and Luke almost joined at the hip. It’s to keep track, you tell yourself, talking to a kid that might be in your organic chem class. If the kid looks at you weird for pouring two drinks, only to hand one to Luke in silence, that’s probably just the alcohol misreading things. Only once, when you’re deep in conversation with Lee does Luke pass you a beer, eyebrow raised when Lee gives him a glare. You think that might’ve been drink eight. 
By the time Chris finds you both again, you’ve thrown yourselves onto the couch on the outskirts of the room. Someone’s abandoned coat is thrown over your legs in a mediocre attempt to preserve some dignity in the dress you’re wearing and Luke’s hat has twisted to the side. You’re sure neither of you has drunk a sip in ten minutes.
“You guys doing okay?” 
“We’re drunk,” you say and you can’t tell if it’s a whisper or a shout. “I’m winning.” 
“You’re not winning,” Luke turns his head to glare and you blame the alcohol on the attention you pay to the slope of his nose. “Neither of us have finished these drinks.” 
“Are you going to?” 
He glances down at the cup in his hand, half empty. You can see it, the hesitation, before he places it on the floor by his feet, shaking his head. “Are you?” 
The nice thing to do would be to give up, call it a draw and appreciate that you managed to have fun despite the bad day that had preceded it. However, you like to win. So you grit your teeth before drinking the final three sips, tilting the empty cup towards him so he can see the proof. It takes you a second to remember you have to actually swallow in order to drink, but you do and Luke scrunches his nose. You kind of want to kiss it as a way to smooth the skin back out.
“That’s two wins to me, Castellan.” 
Chris shakes his head at you both. “I’m not calling either of you to make sure you’re alive in the morning.” 
*
It’s an almost unconscious action when you walk into Drew’s sorority house, how you wave Silena off in favor of scanning the crowd, searching for the one reason you agreed to show up in the first place. It takes a moment, pinks and blues and silvers all merging together in your eyeline until you spot him near the staircase, familiar black cap resting on his head. 
You’re already a little buzzed, the thrill of your final project this semester finally being handed in just hours ago, and it’s why you let yourself actually look at Luke for once. 
By this point, you’ve seen him in a polo and a flannel, always with jeans. Laidback. That’s what party Luke was. Tonight, though, it’s like he’s trying harder - baggy pants, like they’re resting a little too low on his hips, a white t-shirt, white trainers that you know are going to stain before the night ends and a slightly oversized leather jacket that doesn’t quite go with the hat you used to identify him. Maybe it’s something he does on purpose, ruining a good thing over comforting familiarity. Maybe you’ll ask him.
Luke looks up then, as if he has a sixth sense, and you kind of don’t know what to do with the slight wave he sends in your direction. You wouldn’t call him a friend, that’s for sure, but you nod in response before weaving through your classmates to the kitchen.
It takes two vodka cranberries for Silena to find you. And it takes four shots with people you’ve never met for Chris to ask if you’ve seen Luke anywhere. You tell him where you last saw him, maybe an hour ago, and he shakes his head like he’s already checked the entire house.
“Do you think you can let him know I’m heading out?” Chris asks, one arm looped around Clarisse’s waist, more for support than anything else. She was already unsteady when you arrived and you know by the flush in her cheeks that it’ll only take a couple more drinks for her to start throwing up. You nod at Chris, cradling your drink to your chest, and he mumbles a thanks while steering his girlfriend towards the door.
With both of them gone, it leaves you with little to do except go hunting for Luke. So that’s what you do, waving Lee off as he attempts to grab your attention from the couch. 
Focusing is a lot harder now, squinting over everyone’s heads in search of that damn hat. Nothing. You know he’s not in the kitchen, that’s definite, and you learn that he’s not in the garden either, Katie from your anatomy class staring at you bewildered as you explain your quest. 
There’s only one place left to check for Luke and you consider if it’ll be a worthwhile risk. It’s entirely possible that he’s already left, whoever he was locked in conversation with earlier with him maybe, and you’re searching an entire sorority house on the off-chance he’s still in the building. 
But you promised Chris. More than that, you refuse to let Luke Castellan beat you.
So you commit to the staircase, pushing past the line for the restroom upstairs. It’s quieter up here, not by much, but you can hear yourself think clearer. There’s three doors on your left, all closed, and you drain the remnants of your drink so it warms your blood and erases the small part of your brain still protesting. 
There’s two yells when you knock on the first door, both hurried and pitching higher as the words fade so you move on quickly. No one answers to the second door, so you crack it open enough to see inside. It’s dark and neat and completely untouched by whatever is happening below, so you let it click shut again. 
Luke is in the third room, you learn, pressing it open when there’s no response to your knock. The room itself is still orderly, but you find the boy you’ve been searching for sitting on the floor at the base of the bed, hat turned to the side and the sleeves of his jacket bunching carelessly where they’ve been pushed higher on his forearms. 
“Chris wanted me to tell you he took Clarisse home,” you blurt when it feels like you need to say something. “He couldn’t find you so…”
Luke waits. When it becomes clear that’s all you’re here for, he says, “Well, thanks for letting me know.” 
You’ve done your job. You can go back and enjoy the party downstairs, maybe make use of the empty room next door instead of remaining awkwardly in the doorway. 
You think about how Chris mentioned that Luke can recite pi to seventeen places while drunk. How you’re still beating him by two points. How there’s an ashtray on the floor beside Luke’s knee and it’s sort of considerate of him to use one when no one else would.
“Mind if I join you?” 
Being in an empty bedroom with a guy at a party isn’t unusual. You’ve had your fair share of them, rushed and quiet and mostly on a bed. Sitting on the floor with Luke is different, you find, a gravity to it than you can’t quite wrap your head around after so many drinks. It’s slow and languid and you don’t really say much of anything as your knee bumps against his thigh in an effort to get comfortable in the space.
No one told you Luke smokes. 
You tell him as much.
“It’s a bad habit,” he shakes his head, twisting a cigarette between his fingers and you both act like you’re not paying rapt attention to it. “I try to avoid making it one.” 
“I used to. Back in high school. Gave it up when I got accepted here.” 
He turns to face you then, head tilted so the visor of his slanted hat brushes his shoulder. “I would never have guessed you were a smoker.” 
It’s not said with judgment, just as an observation from the limited interactions you’ve had since the semester began. The focus in Luke’s gaze crawls up your spine and mingles with the alcohol you’ve yet to flush from your system. 
“You ever blown a smoke ring?” 
If you’re not challenging him, you don’t quite know what to make of Luke. It’s the thing you know most about him, the way his face shifts from victory into loss. The way it matches yours, stretches from his eyes to his jaw and into clenched hands. If you’re not challenging him, you can’t read him - you want to be able to read him in the low light of right now. 
“I bet I’m better at it than you,” you say after he answers. A short laugh escapes him, almost a huff, and it raises the skin on your arms when it meets the top of your ear. “Wanna see?” 
“I’ve only got one.” He waves the cigarette he’s been holding in front of your eyes. 
“We can share.” 
It’s a bad, terrible, absolutely stupid idea. 
“You’re on, Castellan.” 
As he lights the end of it, you wonder if he knows what the brief flame does for his cheekbones, for his jawline. Paints them in small, defined shadows that you might still see if you close your eyes. You almost want to mention it to him. You settle for watching his lips settle around it, the sinking of his cheeks on the inhale and the noise as he exhales. There’s an almost complete ring of smoke in the air.
Luke hands you the cigarette and you repeat his motions, a little quicker. A little smoother. The ring that leaves your lips is full, but less circular. 
Both of you pretend not to notice the other one staring.
You agree to best of three. You agree and you win by the tiniest margin and you hand Luke the little that remains as a consolation prize. He indulges in the last few drags and you watch him do it, looking nothing like the pre-med student you know he is. You think he could be dangerous like this, based on the way your stomach twists as he puts the cigarette out, how his head tilts back and the final wisps of smoke escape his mouth.
You aren’t as drunk anymore. 
You really wish you were.
It takes Luke a second to notice that you’ve moved at all, eyes still closed but he does, and the run of his gaze across your face is enough for you to seize the last of the alcohol in your bloodstream, pushing forward so you’re actually face to face with him, knees digging into the rough carpet beneath you. 
“Can I help you?” It’s low and a little ragged and this is the first time you’ve really noticed the thin, pale scar that stretches down the skin of his right cheek. It’s actually a little insane how pretty he is up close. 
“I think I want a little more than the glory of winning this time,” and half of your whisper is lost to Luke Castellan’s lips but it’s not that important anyway.
What is important is the warmth of his hand through your shirt, pressed into the skin that exposes itself as you shift even closer. It’s the slightly rough texture of his jaw underneath your palm, the way his breath hitches in tandem with yours and you both push through it anyway. It’s the unexpected catch of your finger on his cap and the way you give up on it entirely, finally snatching it off his head so it lands somewhere nearby. 
You’re not sure what you expected Luke’s hair to look like. Horrible, probably, with odd patches that lie weirdly flat and should be covered from view. It’s not this, wild dark curls that deserve to be seen. 
“You have curly hair?” You say it before you can think not to, so caught up in the discovery you’ve just made, and Luke squints at you, unsure. “I can’t believe you have curly hair.” 
He’s preparing a smart-ass comment, you know it by the way his teeth dig into his bottom lip, and that’s really just not going to work this time - not when he’s been lying for months behind a hat. So you do what any sane person would, twist your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck and trail your lips across his jaw like you’ll die if you don’t.
His hand hooks underneath your thigh and, when you bracket his waist between your legs, cool leather brushing against your knees, you think this might be the best victory you’ve experienced yet.
*
Silena knows something is up when you refuse to speak to her about the party. There’s few secrets you’ve kept from each other since meeting, and even less since Clarisse got involved. It’s pointless to try, mostly, since they all spill out of you when the lights go out and you’re left with each other's company. You almost forgot how annoying she could be when she’s pushing for information.
“Don’t think I’m going to tell you either,” you say when Clarisse joins you in the library a week after the party. “I am a fortress of secrets.” 
“I know you hooked up with Luke.” 
“Seriously?” 
She rolls her eyes, passing you the book you’d asked her for during practice last night. “Calm down. Chris told me. I’m down ten bucks now.” 
“You bet on it?”
“Of course we did, it’s our brand.” 
“I’m not telling Silena,” you whisper again, frowning at your notes. You wonder if Clarisse is aware you haven’t actually spoken to Luke since that night. “She’ll make it a big deal for nothing.” 
“I won’t tell but you should probably figure out what happens next. There’s a party at ksig tomorrow night before everyone goes home for the holidays.” You tap your pen against the textbook. Clarisse pushes a slip of paper towards you. Someone’s phone buzzes to your left. “Think about it.”
When she’s long gone, you grab the paper she left from the table. It’s wrinkled and you smooth it as best you can beneath your fingertips. Blue ink, messily scrawled, and you commit it to memory. Closing your textbook, you leave it pressed between chapters seven and eight. 
The party is loud, louder than you’re prepared for after flaking out on so many since your first one last year. Silena brushes past you once you arrive, shoving your shoulder just enough that it twinges and you frown. You didn’t speak a word on the way here and the silent treatment is starting to drive a little crazy. 
It feels silly now, in a place so crowded, and you breathe deeply. Someone points you in the direction of the kitchen after multiple attempts at asking and you miss the light chaos of throwing up outside the Stolls’ dorm with your best friend. 
You grab a beer, using the table edge to pop the cap off, and it helps to ease the tightness in your chest at how unfamiliar this all is. You’re not sure you could even find the restroom, let alone a singular person.
Pushing back into the bulk of the party, you vow to leave if you don’t find him before you finish your beer. There’s a project you have to start looking into for next semester that could be a good use of time tonight. 
If anyone tried to convince you that most of campus was here, you’d be willing to believe them. A drink raised in Lee’s direction, a nod to Ethan from last years’ stats class, a half-hearted smile at Rachel, who raises an eyebrow at you like she knows something no one else does. 
And maybe she does, because you turn away from her to find Luke just feet away, gesturing animatedly to the guy next to him. There’s a beer in his hand and a hat on his head and his phone number so deeply etched in your mind since last night that you hardly think about it until you’re standing next to him again, drink placed on a table somewhere along the way.
“Hi,” he smiles and his scar shifts with it. He turns to the guy from before. “We’ll catch up later, man.”
“Have I ever told you that I hate that fucking hat?” 
“I sort of got that when you threw it across the room.” His lips wrap around the rim of his bottle and you think you can be normal about it, go back to the way things were, until he smirks just slightly and you know you can’t. 
“You’re such a sore loser, Castellan,” you mutter as you push yourself up to snatch it from his head. He doesn’t comment, lets your fingers brush through his curls until they’re a complete mess instead of compacted. He glances down at the cap in your hand and mutters, “And what is your genius plan for my hat?”
It’s a really fucking good question. Short of getting it off his head, you didn’t know what you were going to do. It’s one thing to throw it across an empty room in the dark, another thing entirely to abandon it to a frat party. So you choose the next best thing - placing it on your own head and daring him to question it. 
“I guess that can work,” Luke says and it sounds like a promise soaked in laughter. 
Neither of you find it as funny when he has to tip the visor upwards to kiss you.
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teenage dirtbag, baby! | luke castellan
pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader
summary: there is nothing more exhausting than being known as the picture perfect daughter of aphrodite… luckily, camp half-blood’s resident teenage dirtbag luke castellan can’t relate at all. fake dating him to piss off your siblings and mother could never go wrong, right? (based on 18 by anarbor)
wc: 6.5k
warnings: smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, implied sexual content, drew tanaka being a bitch, and kinda ooc luke bcs hes meant to be well … a teenage dirtbag.
a/n: its still valentine’s day for me sooo happy valentines 💌💗 !! in mexico valentine’s day is also known as the day of friendship so this one is dedicated to my favorite people ever: @emiliehornby @love-that-we-were-in and @kestisvrse <3 !! hope you enjoy it mwah !!
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The sounds of campers laughing and gossiping in the dining pavilion are drowned out by your siblings and their annoyingly loud whispers about the allegedly cute (you’d beg to differ) son of Ares who joined camp less than twelve hours ago. Sure, he seemed like a nice guy even though he's a child of the god of war, but you were certain the only reason they kept bringing him up was because they wanted to set you up with him.
“And his arms, oh my gods! Have you seen them?” one of your brothers chimed in, trying to get you to agree with him, but all you could come up with was a hum and a polite smile. 
It pissed you off a bit, the knowledge of you never being able to go against your siblings' wishes.. the fear of disappointing them and your mother being all-consuming and blinding you with fear.
There were times you’d think about it if you’re being honest. Times where you would let yourself dream of doing something so stupidly reckless for once. Something that would stop your siblings from walking all over you and treating you like their personal lapdog. 
Not only was it tiring but it was also humiliating to a certain point. You were older than most of them and you were pretty sure you were the only one that took being a demigod seriously, even taking your time to strategize for Capture The Flag with Clarisse, and yet… you rejected Chiron when he asked you to be a counselor and told him to ask Silena instead. 
And you loved your family—you really did, but it was getting exhausting. Always having to be perfect was draining you and you were afraid of the kind of person you’d become if you allowed this to keep going. 
“He totally wants to ask you out,” Silena’s voice snapped you out of the daze you were trapped in. You turned your head to the right, facing your half-sister with a small frown on your face.
“You really think so?” you replied, trying your best to sound excited. 
“Oh, I know so,” she answered before going on a whole rant about how cute you’d look with the newly claimed son of Ares. A son of Ares—that you badly wanted to remind her—had only been in camp for less than twelve hours and you knew nothing about. 
You stayed in the dining pavilion with your siblings until you found the strength to tell them you were tired and wanted to go to sleep (an incredibly blatant lie but it didn’t look like they cared) and stood up, brushing the dust off your jeans.
“Wait, I’ll go with you!” Silena said with a smile, standing up and moving closer to you. 
“You don’t have to. You can stay with them if you want to, really—“ you were cut off by your half-sister with an exasperated sigh.
“I want to go with you. Plus, I can walk back here once I drop you off at the cabin,” she stated with a playful roll of her eyes.
The two of you walked back to the Aphrodite cabin in a comfortable silence. You liked being with Silena, she was a few years younger than you but she carried herself with so much grace and love it was hard to feel uncomfortable or weird whenever you hung out with her.
You kept your gaze on the sky, noticing that the moon was out by now. “Hey,” Silena whispered, trying to get your attention.
“You okay?” you answered. Your mind was practically hardwired to always look after your siblings, so your brain was unwillingly making you think of the worst-case scenario.
“What? Yeah, I am okay,” Silena was quick to reassure you, “I just wanted to talk to you about—“
“I swear to all the gods, Silena. If this is about that camper..” you replied with a small sigh. The two of you stopped walking when you reached your cabin, deciding to continue the conversation outside.
“He’s not that bad! He is a nice guy and the two of you would look really cute together,” she insisted.
“You don’t even know him.”
“Ugh, fine. Good thing is there are other cute campers we can introduce you to. I met one of Charlie’s brothers a few weeks ago and I think he’d—“
“I can’t do this tonight,” you replied in an exhausted tone.
“Wow, okay. No need to be mean about it,” Silena muttered.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’ve been trying to help you find a boyfriend for months now and you always shut me down. It was fine at first but now you’re just being mean,” she explained.
“Mean? Silena, you said it yourself. I’ve always shut you down because I’m not interested in getting one.”
“Whatever,” she replied bitterly before turning around and walking back to the dining pavilion, leaving you alone outside of your cabin. 
You stared at her back as she walked away, going through the last few minutes over and over in your head. Were you being mean? All you did was stick up for yourself. You didn’t understand why you were feeling bad for standing up against your siblings just for once.
A snort made you realize you weren’t alone. You turned your head towards the noise just to be met with.. oh.
Luke Castellan was leaning against the side of your cabin, carefully hidden under the darkness of the night and the shadows of the trees, he had a cigarette in his right hand and an obnoxious smirk adorning his even more obnoxious face. 
“Hope you enjoyed the show, Castellan.”
Luke raised his hands as if he had been caught and blew the smoke away, “I’m on your side, she was being a fucking bitch.”
“Don’t call her that, she’s just a kid.”
Luke raised a brow before taking another drag of his cigarette, “Do not call your sister a bitch after seeing her.. be a bitch to you?” he shook his head. “Oh, princess, you need to work on getting rid of that altruism.”
“Do you even know what that word means?” you snapped, not being in the mood to indulge in whatever it was he wanted to talk about.
“Why? You want to teach me?” He said with a smirk.
“Don’t even start with your annoying stuff, Castellan,” you muttered, running a hand down your face, clearly overwhelmed with everything that had happened. 
“Because you know you won’t want me to stop?” he pressed, but after a moment of silence his smirk fell and a frown took over his features. 
“Uh.. you want to...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, “you want to talk about it or something?” 
You squinted at him before eventually letting out a sigh and walking over to Luke, standing next to him with your back pressed against the wooden walls of your cabin. Luke extended his arm away from you to keep the smoke far from your face. 
“So, um... Silena wants to set me up with that new camper,” you started.
“Fuck. The Ares one?” Luke interrupted.
“Castellan.”
“Right, sorry. Please continue, princess.”
You decided to ignore the insufferable pet name he gave you and continued, “The thing is I do want a boyfriend, just not… him.”
Luke hummed before bringing the cigarette to his lips again and inhaling the smoke in, he kept his mouth closed as he thought of something decent to say before slightly tilting his head away from you and blowing out the smoke upwards. 
“Alright, and have you tried telling her to stop?” he cut himself off and shook his head. “Nope that was shitty advice, have you tried maybe describing your type or whatever it is you Aphrodite people say to describe the people you’re attracted to.” 
“My type?” you replied, almost offended by the statement.
“Yeah?” Luke answered as if it was the most obvious thing to do, “Just describe the type of guys you’re into and I’m sure that cult of yours you like to call siblings will be happy to help…” he trailed off when he noticed your gaze set on his right hand and your bottom lip in between your teeth as he flicked the cigarette, causing the ashes to fall into the ground. 
He looked up from his hand and burst out into laughter, shaking his head before whispering an amused fuck. 
“Oh?” Luke said with a bright smile and raised brows, “You find this attractive, angel?” 
“That thing is going to kill you,” you explained, “I’m not attracted to people that like to slowly kill themselves.” 
“Fucking bummer. I wanted to see you take a drag, that would’ve been really hot,” he said, his smile not wavering. “Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you don’t drink, right?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Look at you, being such a good girl,” Luke teased before throwing the rest of his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. 
“Also, that thing you said about Silena being just a kid was really fucking stupid. She’s almost the same age as Annabeth and she doesn’t act like an asshole, I’m pretty sure your sweet little sister is just a bitch.” 
Annabeth. You forgot that even though Luke is an annoyance most of the time and prefers to stick to himself.. he still has a soft spot for the twelve year old daughter of Athena. It was kind of endearing. 
“Annabeth is a daughter of Athena, you can’t expect her to act—“
“You didn’t act like Silena when you were fourteen. You need to stop giving her excuses and allow yourself to get mad at her.” 
“I’d rather have my siblings get mad at me and just stop perceiving me as this perfect and weak person, maybe once that happens they’ll stop trying to mess with my life,” you explained, your gaze set towards the ground. 
Luke was about to open his mouth and try to come up with a funny one-liner to make you feel better, but he didn’t get to because you were quick to look up at him with a gasp and wide eyes.
“The fuck? Are you okay?” 
“I need you.”
“Shit, angel. Most girls say that after a few dates but I’m not against the idea,” he said with an amused look in his eyes. 
“Ew, no. I mean, I need to date you—fake date you.”
“I’m uh... not for sale?” Luke answered, clearly confused by the plan you were trying to explain.
“No, Castellan. Listen to me. My siblings despise you, I’m sure they’d set my bed on fire as a way of cleansing my soul from you if they find out we’re dating.”
Luke’s eyes got bright and his smile widened (if that was even possible), “Set your bed on fire? And what would we do in your bed for them to feel disgusted by its existence?”
“You’re disgusting. Anyway, if we fake date I’ll get to stop being perceived as their perfect sister and you’ll have bragging rights for dating an Aphrodite kid,” you said, moving your hands as you spoke. 
“I’m pretty sure Drew started the rumors about me having lice and smuggling coke into camp, are you sure you want to fake date me of all people?” Luke asked carefully, trying to make you think about what was at stake. He didn’t give a shit about staining his already nonexistent reputation, but he couldn’t have you ruin yours. 
“I am so sure, Castellan,” you reassured him. 
“You know, for a good girl I’m extremely surprised you never say please.”
“Please, Castellan. Could you please be my fake boyfriend so I can finally stop being seen as my siblings' personal toy?” you said with a fake smile while bringing your hands together as an exaggerated way of begging Luke to say yes. 
“You’re so cute when you beg. But you need to prove to me you’re serious about this fake dating thing. Meet me tomorrow at the bonfire, no bullshit.” 
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You had been on edge the entire day. Silena seemed to be past the argument, which made you feel better to an extent, but that didn’t seem to shake the uneasy feeling that settled in your gut because throughout the day you could feel someone staring at you. You could feel Luke staring at you.  
You were walking past the sword fighting arena with Katie Gardner from the Demeter Cabin the first time it happened. The feeling of a pair of eyes completely set on you. You turned your head to the right just to be met with Luke’s exhausted figure, he was sweating and panting, but that didn’t stop him from running his eyes up and down your figure and smiling at you. 
To say Katie was disgusted would be an understatement. A “Castellan is a dick, you should stay away from him,” was enough to stop you from staring at him and turning your head back to Katie. She went on to explain how Luke was a “real shitty person” and only hooked up with her as a way of getting her to grow weed in the back of the stables. 
It happened around eight times in the last two hours (not that you were counting) and it only got worse when the moon came up and everyone was making their way to the bonfire. You were walking next to Michael Yew when you felt a hand on your lower back. 
Luke’s hand on your lower back, to be exact. He left it there as he walked past you, only turning his head back to say “It’s adorable to see you together, are you two a couple?” 
You had to hold yourself back from strangling him when you heard his irritating laugh after he saw Michael’s reaction to his statement. Michael tried his best to be polite and tell him he was wrong, that there was nothing going on between the two of you. 
But his reply only seemed to fuel Luke’s actions even more because all he did was answer with a cocky “Oh, I know. Our princess here is only into... what was it? People that like to slowly kill themselves with cigarettes?” before walking away.
You were going to kill him.
Michael left your side as soon as you arrived, moving to sit with his siblings from the Apollo Cabin… leaving you with two choices: sitting with your siblings or sitting next to Luke (who for some reason always sat alone and spent the entire time listening to the music coming from the MP3 player he somehow managed to get into camp). 
So this is what Luke meant, you thought. This was the only way you could prove to him and everyone that you were serious about dating him—fake dating him—but it's not like they would ever know the truth.
You dragged your feet as you walked towards Luke, clearly having second thoughts about your plan, but there was no turning back now. You tried to ignore the confused look Drew was giving you and the gasps you could hear coming from your siblings. 
“I’m pretty sure Drew started the rumors about me having lice and smuggling coke into camp, are you sure you want to fake date me of all people?” You weren't so sure anymore but that didn’t stop you from taking a seat next to Luke Castellan, who took one of his earphones off and looked at you with a smile. 
“Happy now? I just proved how serious I am about this,” you whispered to him, trying your best to not let anyone hear you.
Luke nodded before saying, “You could’ve done better, but I’ll take it.”
“Done better? I just sat next to you in front of the entire camp, isn’t this good enough for you?” you asked, indignation evident in your tone. 
“Promise not to beat me up?” Luke said before pulling your arm and manhandling your body so you were on top of him, sitting on his lap. He placed his hands on your hips and looked up at you with stars in his eyes.
“Wow, Castellan. How scandalous, I’m sitting on your lap,” you deadpanned. 
He chuckled, bringing you closer to him and pressing his lips against yours. Luke’s hands felt like fire against your skin, all you could feel was a heat taking all over your body as he continued to kiss you, only pulling away to catch his breath before bringing you in for another one, this time he kissed you deeper and faster. 
Luke dragged you closer to him by pressing your hips against his and all you could do was melt into him and the feeling of his lips against yours. In the distance, you could hear gasps and people gagging, and you were pretty sure the campers from the Ares Cabin were cheering and whistling, but all your thoughts were on Luke Castellan and how good of a kisser he is.
You pulled away first this time, trying to steady your breathing as you looked into his eyes. He licked his lips before whispering “We should go.”
Your eyes widened as soon as he said that, the implications of what the sentence meant making you feel nervous. Luke was quick to reassure you, “If we leave, your siblings will be even more outraged. We don’t have to do anything, but they’ll think we are doing…some stuff. Just come to the woods with me for a little while.” 
You nodded and grabbed his hand as he guided you through the woods. You could hear Silena calling out your name and warning you about the consequences of your actions, but her voice was drowned out by the loud cheers coming from Clarisse.
Once the two of you were far enough from the rest of the campers, Luke let go of your hand and sat down by the lake, nodding his head as a way of asking you to join him.
You sat in silence for a few minutes until Luke spoke first. “How long do you think we should keep this thing up?”
“Valentina and Drew will want us to be over by tonight,” you said with a smile, a laugh escaping your lips. You didn’t notice how Luke’s eyes got brighter when he heard your laugh or how the melody that came out of your lips went straight through his heart and made him feel more alive.
“But I think a week should be enough. We can say we’ve been secretly dating for like... five months? That way it won’t be weird if we break up in a week,” you explained while your fingers played with your camp necklace. 
Luke nodded before going silent again, staring at the lake with a look you couldn’t quite comprehend. Your gaze was set on him, your eyes traveling from his toned arms, all the way to the scar that sat right below his right eye. 
“I know it’s awful, I can feel you staring at it,” he murmured. You could physically feel your heart sinking when he said it. You cleared your throat, “No, I… I think it’s beautiful. I think you’re—” Luke turned his head to face you, an inquisitive look in his eyes. “I think you’re really brave, Luke.” 
“Beautiful?” Luke asked, confusion written all over his face. “You should hear what your siblings say about it, then. I’m sure your opinion would change in a second.” 
“Being an Aphrodite kid means you see beauty everywhere,” you explained, “And I think your scar must be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Luke stared at you with an unreadable expression, making your heart almost beat out of your chest. 
“Are you flirting with me, angel?”
“Of course, you’d ruin the moment. Screw you, man.” You rolled your eyes. 
Luke threw his head back in a fit of laughter, it made you want to strangle him… again. “Did you just say screw you? Gods, princess, saying fuck won’t kill you.” 
“I don’t like to curse, thank you for pointing it out, Castellan,” you said, playfully shoving him, making him fake a gasp. 
“You went from trying to seduce me to trying to kill me, you’re so interesting, angel,” he said before letting out a sigh. “It, uh… It was really hard at first, getting used to the scar.”
“Having people call it all sorts of names, and looking at me with nothing but pity in their eyes was not easy to get used to. But after some time you just… stop caring. I mean, I’m not that big of an asshole to hold a grudge over a fucking scar, it even looks sick. But yeah, when it gets hard again all I can do is snort a line and move on.
“The coke smuggling was real?” you gasped, only focusing on the last sentence he said. Luke tried to keep a straight face but his facade fell the moment he noticed your wide eyes. Luke Castellan has the type of laugh that makes everything get fuzzy and makes you feel lightheaded, and all you wanted to do was to come up with bad jokes just for the sole reason of hearing him do it again. 
“Fuck, you really believe anything, huh?”
“Shut up, Castellan. I’ll literally stab you and let you slowly bleed to death,” you threatened, standing up from your place next to him. Luke followed you as you walked back to the cabins.
“You do know I’m the best swordsman in the last 300 years, right? Do you even know how to wield a sword?” he asked, matching your pace and walking next to you. 
“Low blow, just because I don’t like to indulge in violence it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to wield a sword,” you retorted. 
Luke snorted a laugh, “You don’t know, do you?”
“No, I don’t. Will you shut up now?”
“I only will if you accept to let me teach you how to fight tomorrow,” Luke said with a tilt to his head. He didn’t even give you a chance to answer because he walked away from you while saying a loud “Meet me tomorrow morning in the sword fighting arena.” 
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You were sure you were seconds away from passing out. It's been around two hours of sparring with Luke and your arms and legs were about to give out. The sun was starting to come out, which meant this torture was nearly over. At least that’s what Luke promised. “We’ll stop as soon as the other campers wake up, that way you won’t have to be embarrassed if they see your… skills.”
The two of you circled each other, your swords were raised and Luke’s blade was pointing straight at you. Luke took a second to study your stance before lunging forward, his sword meeting yours as you quickly blocked his attack. “Not too bad, huh?” Luke teased before trying to get another hit, his moves becoming more calculated the longer you kept blocking his advances. Proving he wasn’t called the best swordsman at camp for nothing. 
With a disarming maneuver you weren’t aware of, Luke was quick to throw your sword to the ground and have you stumbling back, not being able to regain your footing. Luke gave you a smirk when your body hit the ground with a small thud, “That was easy,” he said, “We should do this more often.” 
“Nope, this is a one-time thing, Castellan,” Luke rolled his eyes before bringing the blade of his sword closer to you, reaching for your chin with a glint in his eyes. The blade met your chin and Luke lifted it, making you meet his gaze as he slowly made you stand up by raising his sword even higher. 
The two of you stood still, staring intently into each other’s eyes until you heard it—the sound of the Ares Cabin making their way to the arena. Luke let out a surprised shit, dropped his sword to the ground, and walked closer to you, cupping your jaw with his right hand and kissing you. 
Your lips met in a hurried collision, causing the same fire from yesterday to set in your stomach. Your hands moved to Luke’s hair, softly pulling it as the kiss got heated. You knew this was fake, you knew this kiss meant nothing to him… but you didn’t want him to stop. “Holy fuck, are you two always sucking each other’s faces?” Clarisse’s voice cut through the moment, causing you to pull away from Luke, unable to meet his gaze. 
“Yeah, that’s what being in a relationship entails. I don’t think you’d know much about it, La Rue,” Luke breathes out.
“Don’t you have weed to sell or a cheap bottle of vodka to down, Castellan?” 
“Aw, you know me so well,” Luke answered before picking up both of your swords and grabbing your hand, walking away from the arena. 
The following days were (and you hated to admit it) filled with the most fun you’ve ever had. Luke would come up with some insane idea for a fake date and it would always end with one of you lying about seeing a camper or hearing Silena’s voice as an excuse to make out with each other. 
There was this one time the two of you were having a picnic by the strawberry fields and the day ended with the two of you hiding in the empty forge while making out, running your hands over each other’s bodies, and doing the normal stuff fake couples always do… it all happened because Luke swore he heard Valentina’s voice near the fields. (You were sure Valentina had been on the stables that entire day because she had cleaning duty, but why wouldn’t you play along with something you also wanted to do?)  
It was Sunday–the last day of your fake relationship–when Silena finally found the guts to talk to you about Luke. You even felt slightly bad for the girl because she was so nervous when she sat next to you in the dining pavilion. 
“I..um... I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” she began, “Well, there are lots of things for me to apologize for, but I think it’s pretty obvious what the main problem is.” 
“The way I’ve been treating you is not okay and I’m really ashamed of it. You shouldn’t have to feel pressured to be the person we want you to be, I used to see you as someone who couldn’t do things on her own and always needed someone to push her and help her handle everything… and now I see I was wrong,” Silena explained, running a hand through her hair. 
“It’s fine, Silena. I don’t mind.”
“Well, I do. You’re strong and more than capable of doing things on your own, and you don’t need me to try and help you or fix you.” She took a deep breath. “I didn't know you were dating Luke, and to be honest I didn’t even know he was your type. He is so… weird and I never would’ve guessed you were dating. I mean, Drew told me he does cocaine and—”
“He doesn’t,” you interrupted.
Silena raised a brow before continuing, “Anyway, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel bad for just... existing. And you always look so happy after hanging out with Luke, I truly hope the two of you stay together for a long time.” 
You didn’t even know how to explain the situation so you just blurted out “I broke up with him.” 
Silena looked shocked for a few seconds before letting out a deep breath, “Oh, thank the gods. Just because we trust you it doesn’t mean we trust him,” she spat the him with so much disgust it made you feel sick. “You deserve so much better.” 
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This is probably the first time you have ever felt ill at the thought of seeing Luke. Sure, you used to be annoyed by his presence before the whole fake dating situation even started, but at least you were a strange type of friends back then. Not really close but also not complete strangers. There were times you’d catch him hiding his secret stash of weed behind the stables and didn’t tell anyone, and he’d always pay you back by lying to Chiron about you practicing your sword skills with him. (You had only used a sword once and it was years ago when you were still a new camper, you had no idea why Chiron would ever believe him.)
Luke was sitting in his usual spot by the lake, a cigarette in his hand. It had become a tradition for the two of you to always meet up by the lake before curfew to talk about your day and practice your kissing so it wouldn’t look fake. 
“Hey,” you said, taking a seat next to him. Luke threw his cigarette to the ground, stepped on it, and almost instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing your temple. “Blink-182?” you asked, nodding at the MP3 he had on his lap. 
“The Smashing Pumpkins,” Luke answered, taking his earphones off. “Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness is one of the best albums ever made.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’ll take your word for it,” you said. Luke smiled and poked your side. 
“So, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” you began, but Luke held up his hand as a way to get you to stop.
“Can I say something first?” he asked, looking shy for probably the first time since the day you met him. 
You nodded and let him take the lead of the conversation. “Alright, so… I’m kind of shit with words so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but this past week has probably been the best week of my life. And I’m not even fucking around, I don’t have many friends–apart from Annabeth, and getting to be with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Being your friend is the greatest gift the gods have ever given me, and sometimes I feel like I don’t even deserve it. I’m a mess of a person, and you’re well… you’re you,” Luke stared deeply into your eyes, “And I just wanted to let you know that—”
Luke didn’t get to finish his sentence because this time it was you who cut him off with a kiss. You could taste the cigarette on his lips as he brought you closer to him, running a hand down your back and deepening the kiss before pulling away and moving to kiss your neck. 
Luke began to trail kisses down your throat and only stopped to whisper a low “Look at you, what would Aphrodite say? I’m sure she’d be proud.”
Aphrodite.
You pushed him away the moment you remembered your mother. “Silena apologized. We can stop pretending now.”
Luke was silent and just stared at you, his fingers moving to fidget with the wire of his earphones. “Oh, right,” he cleared his throat. “It’s Sunday, I forgot.”
You knew he didn’t.
“Yup, so we can go back to normal now,” you said, looking away from his eyes because you knew it would only take one look into them for you to kiss him again.
“Good,” Luke stood up, not daring to even shoot you a glance, and walked away. Leaving you alone by the lake with the lingering smell of his cheap stolen cologne mixed with the cigarette he was smoking. 
It didn’t help that you were welcomed into your cabin with hugs and your siblings congratulating you for breaking up with the son of Hermes. Sure, you weren’t the perfect sister anymore because you dated Luke Friendless-Freak Castellan, but knowing they liked you just because you were with him and then broke his heart made you want to set the cabin on fire. 
The main rule of the Aphrodite Cabin was something your siblings were extremely proud of, but the thought of its existence made you want to storm into Mount Olympus by yourself and yell at your mother for putting all these useless ideas into their heads. 
For a child of Aphrodite to prove themselves, they must make someone fall in love with them and then break that someone's heart. 
Is it possible for the rule to backfire? For the child of Aphrodite to accidentally fall in love with someone and then break their own heart because of it? You didn’t even know if that was an option, but you were sure that’s exactly what you were going through right now. 
It was hard for you to go to sleep that night because your mind kept replaying the past week on a loop. Your conversation with Luke by your cabin. The night of the bonfire. The conversation by the lake about his scar. Sparring with him. Going on a million fake dates. The night on the forge. Your last conversation with him. 
“Look at you, what would Aphrodite say? I’m sure she’d be proud.” 
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You could feel Luke staring at you. Again. 
You were helping Annabeth strategize for Capture The Flag, because she had the brilliant idea to have the Athena cabin team up with Hermes and Aphrodite. You didn’t know much about fighting and spent most of the time sitting with your sisters during the game, but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy helping them come up with new plans. 
Once the three of you were done, Annabeth excused herself with an awkward “I think Malcolm wanted me to help him go through some maps. You two have fun… chatting!” and left as fast as she could, leaving you alone with Luke. 
You watched her leave the amphitheater and turned around to face Luke, “I can see why you like her. She’s so much like you.”
“Yeah, she’s like my little sister.”
The silence was so uncomfortable you almost broke down crying. You nodded and turned around, not being strong enough to face him, and walked away. You could hear him behind you, following you.
“Can we talk?” he pleaded.
You were about to open your mouth when Drew’s voice made you turn your head. “Gods, Castellan. It’s so embarrassing to still be hung up on your ex.” 
Luke sighed, “Hello to you too, Tanaka.” 
“Can you leave her alone? She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Drew said through a fake smile. 
“Oh, really? Did she tell you that?” Luke answered, tilting his head as he spoke and making eye contact with you. Wordlessly begging you to please talk to him. 
You stayed silent and looked away from him. Luke let out an incredulous laugh before nodding his head. “Good to know you’re back to being their little pet.” 
Drew rolled her eyes and walked away, shoving Luke as she walked past him. “So? You’re just not going to say anything?” Luke said. 
“What do you want me to say, Castellan?” 
“Tell me that last week didn’t mean anything to you,” Luke answered, his voice trembling. 
“Why do you care? I thought I was nothing but Drew’s little pet,” you replied, trying your best to not look weak in front of him.
Luke ran a hand through his hair and stepped closer to you, “I’m sure you’re thinking the exact same thing about yourself.” 
You hated that he was right.
The truth made your blood boil. “I don’t want any of your shit,” Luke let out a genuine laugh this time, a mocking look in his eyes. “Oh, so now she can curse?” 
You hated him for seeing the real you. You hated him for knowing the truth. You hated yourself for loving him.
“Fuck you, Castellan,” Luke hummed before stepping even closer to you and placing a hand on your waist, leaning to whisper in your ear. “I’m sure you’d love to do that again, right?” Luke’s smell was taking all over your senses and making your knees go weak. He continued, “Because even if we do it in the darkness of the Forge… it is still two friends fake dating because your mother might be watching.” 
You found the strength to press your hands against his chest and push him away, “Don’t talk to me ever again.” 
You spent the rest of the day with your siblings and friends, too afraid to leave their side because you didn’t trust yourself. Because you knew that if you were left alone for a second—you’d run straight to him. 
You sat next to Silena in the dining pavilion. Helped Katie and the Dyonisus cabin grow more strawberries by keeping them company. Walked with Michael to the bonfire, and stayed with Drew throughout the entire singalong. 
As always, Luke was sitting by himself, his MP3 player in his hand and his eyes were set on you. 
You walked back to your cabin when the singalong was over and helped your siblings get ready for bed. You were about to go to sleep when Valentina whispered your name, saying she had something for you.
“We found it last night under your bed, Drew wanted to give it to the harpies but I managed to take it away from her,” a frown made its way to your face.”What do you mean?”
“We found this,” She pulled out a badly wrapped gift from under her pillows. You were confused until she told you to open it.
 It was a bright pink MP3 player. 
“Oh,” you whispered, your hands shook as you stared at it. “I’ve got to—”
“It’s okay,” Valentina whispered. “He’s probably by the lake.”
You gave your half-sister a hug before running out of your cabin, and making your way to the lake. You could see Luke’s silhouette in the distance, and the sight only made you run faster.
You took a moment to catch your breath before saying, “The Smashing Pumpkins?”
Luke turned around at the sound of your voice. “Blink-182” he answered with a small smirk.
“Uh, of course,” you said as you walked closer to him. “Alright, listen. You were right.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you continued with a smile. “So, it turns out I may or may not be in love with this certain guy, and he may or may not be my type or whatever it is my siblings say.”
Luke took a step closer to you. “There’s a chance this guy thinks I’m going through a phase and only fake dated him to piss off my siblings and mother but the truth is… I don’t even care about them whenever I’m with him.” 
His hand moved to caress your cheek, “That’s cute and all but how does this guy know you truly mean that?” 
“I’m not going to make out with him at the bonfire, so I guess all he needs to do is believe me,” you whispered, your eyes moving from Luke’s eyes to his lips.
Luke smiled before answering, “Believe you? That’s alright with me,” and pressing his lips to yours.
Luke was right. Aphrodite would be proud. 
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YIPPEE GO READ THIS GUYS OML
aphrodite ourania
yippee part 3 of aphrodite areia whattttt????? as always this is dedicated to @cabotwife !! ilysm and i hope you like it yay !! 2.2k words note: my work (including this series) is also posted on ao3 under "therissotto_man"
warning: grief/mourning (but not so bad this time i think), a bit of swearing
The passage of time is strange. In a gray haze, the days passed, and soon it was no longer the day that Silena had died, nor the week, and soon even the month would be up. August was coming to a close, and the first puffs of fall began sweeping in through the wind. 
In that time, Clarisse hadn't talked to Drew again. They barely interacted with each other, never saying much more than a muttered 'scuse me’ when pushing through a crowd or a ‘can you pass me that please’. But she kept an eye on her, and she had a feeling that the other girl did the same. Clarisse watched her, made sure she saw her come to breakfast and return to her cabin at night. She watched her, and imagined Drew must have too, for no innocent’s eyes flit away as hers did when Clarisse’s gaze landed on her. 
Clarisse busied herself with other tasks to distract herself from the grief that gnawed ceaselessly at her. She hadn't felt relief from it since the brief moment that first night after the fight from Drew, the pain throbbing but somewhat eased. Any mention of Silena was nails sliding down her sternum, grating and fresh all over again. She'd never felt this way for a person, and it didn't make sense but all she knew was that it hurt. It hurt bad, and she hated it. 
Drew lived as a constant reminder of her failure, a burning portrait of her sister. Despite their differences, there were the little things that sent tears springing to her eyes every time she noticed them. The slight tilt of her head and the narrowed eyes when challenging somebody, the way her dark hair flowed freely down her back. The arch of her arm when she held a knife. Drew was eerily reminiscent of her sister, and it seemed almost as if the ghost of Silena followed her still, taunting her. 
The tension between her and Drew was almost palpable, but it only took a phone call from Clarisse’s mother to go speak to the girl again. That particular day, it was during spar practice that she initiated conversation. 
“Drew,” she called. The girl looked up from her nails, standing in the other line with Sherman. She had firmly decided to avoid her at all costs, partnering up with any other person. “Come here.” 
The younger Aphrodite kids looked confused, and exchanged some murmurs but Sherman yelled for them to join him. Drew glared at her, but reluctantly stalked over to where Clarisse was standing a little way away from the rest. She raised her eyebrows expectantly, dark eyes flashing with annoyance. 
Clarisse took a breath, sighing before speaking. “I'm heading off to college tomorrow.” 
Drew stared at her, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, she curled her lip and spat her answer. “So?” 
She shrugged, eyes flicking to the ground. “I just wanted to let you know.” 
“I don't care.”  The girl’s gaze was hard with a blend of emotions, best summed up with ‘pissed off'. “What do you want me to do, cry?” 
“No!” Clarisse wanted to slap the girl across the face, but fought the urge. It was what Drew wanted, to pick a fight. “Just wanted to tell you. That's it.” 
Drew’s face twisted in a form of confusion. “Is this like, a secret? Chiron didn't announce it the other day.” 
She felt her shoulders loosen a bit. “Not really. I just, I didn't want to say it.”
“Okay.” And then Drew turned on her heel and left, walking straight back to the line. Clarisse watched her go, feeling something odd and empty in her chest. The girl’s dark curls swept across her back, brushing loosely at her lower ribs. Like Silena’s had. Suddenly it didn't matter that Drew was almost three inches shorter than Silena had been, or that her skin was a few shades lighter, or that her eyes were brown and not blue. None of that mattered, because in front of her, the only thing she could see was Silena, stalking haughtily away from her. 
She let her go, something brutal and tearing in her chest. 
It was oddly late for a realization of its magnitude, but it came to her there, on the sands of the arena as Drew wielded her knife. Silena lived on in her sister, in her flesh and her mind. Born of the same blood and raised by her, Drew had known Silena better than almost anybody else. She had mirrored her in every way possible, even taking up her sister's preferred shade of pink to be just like her. Drew didn't wear pink now, face clear of color save for sharp, cutting black eyeliner. 
Drew was the legacy of Silena, less her clone than her apprentice, her daughter, the proof of her existence. She knew Silena like nobody else. And finally, it struck her. Clarisse needed to protect her. She had to, because Drew was the only thing left of Silena in the world. 
And she was so, so stupid. Going to college halfway across the country, far from the only thing that mattered anymore, too far to watch over her. Maybe she should stay. Tell her mother she had suddenly changed her mind. Preserve the life of this girl, the memory of the one Clarisse had loved. 
Her thoughts battled in her head through the rest of the day and into the night, leaving her unable to rest as her fingers twitched for a phone. It was unreasonable to force Drew to be under her watch at basically all times, plus Camp was the safest place in the world. There was no reason to be so paranoid. 
But emotions didn't listen to logic, and the fear of leaving Silena’s little girl weighed deep into her chest, crushing her ribcage and sinking into her heart. It was past midnight and that fear kept her eyes wide open and her body trembling. Clarisse rolled over, desperately trying to ease her worry. Drew would be fine. 
Finally, at some point around 2am, Clarisse managed to drift off into a state of half sleep, thoughts forming and slipping away from her before they could become coherent. She briefly managed to register the distant lightening of the sky before she shut down completely, exhaustion sweeping her body and knocking her out. 
She woke to the bustling of her cabin and the aching of her chest, her siblings rummaging around and shoving things into bags because they would be leaving too. Clarisse pushed herself to a sitting position, spending half a second panicking about her own packing, before remembering she had already done most of it after her mother had called. Slipping from her bunk, she tugged off her pajamas and pulled on a camp shirt and her cargo pants. She shuffled to collect the remainder of her stuff, her siblings stepping aside to make room for her. 
They all made it to breakfast without much fanfare and only one fistfight (promptly broken up by Clarisse yanking them apart and snarling) which was a win for her. It was a quiet affair, most of the usual chattering subdued. Clarisse scanned the dining pavilion briefly for Drew, recognizing the girl's dark hair quickly. She was fine. She would be fine. 
Lost in her ruminations, Clarisse barely noticed it when Drew turned to face her, deep brown eyes meeting hers. She flinched, and Drew quirked an eyebrow, a vivid copy of her sister before returning to her meal, leaving Clarisse paralyzed as if she were in ice again. 
She hastily finished eating and ran back to her cabin, sweeping together her things. Maybe it was good that she was leaving. They needed space, because Clarisse couldn't keep freezing every time Drew did something remotely similar to Silena. Silena was dead, she reminded herself, pushing aside the way her throat tightened and her heart burned. Silena was dead, and she had to move on if she wanted any kind of normalcy back. But somewhere deep in her chest knew that she couldn't, she never really would. She was the reason that Silena, the person she had loved most, was dead. Mercy was not an option for her. 
Pulling her duffel over her shoulder, Clarisse took a final look over the cabin, wondering half heartedly if she would ever see it again. It was a question that nagged at her at the end of every summer, if she would die before the next. She never did, though, and she had a feeling that this year would be the same. 
Clarisse stepped outside, ambling towards the hill as her siblings piled into the cabin, scrabbling over each other to grab their things. As she neared the end of the strawberry fields, quick footsteps sounded behind her, making her turn, hand moving instinctively for a weapon. The sight of Drew surprised her much more than a monster would have. “Clarisse!” The girl called, voice just the barest bit raspy from her running. 
She offered her a small smile, which Drew tentatively gave back before opening her mouth to speak again. Clarisse tried not to laugh for sheer relief that Drew had actually come to speak to her. 
“What's up?” She asked, setting her duffel on the ground. Drew’s mouth moved wordlessly for a few seconds, before she swallowed and spoke. 
“Don't go.” The words were barely a whisper, desperate and childish, so contrary to her behavior from only earlier that morning. It took Clarisse by surprise, and it was all she could do to prevent from just standing there and gaping. 
“What?” 
“Don't go.” Drew repeated. “Stay.” 
Clarisse felt her throat tighten as the girl looked up at her with big brown eyes, wide and pleading. She could stay. She could call her mom right now and tell her that she wasn't coming home. It was so easy. 
But she couldn't give in to the whims of a girl. Her future depended on attending college. She couldn't give up her life just because this girl was Silena Beauregard’s sister. 
She would, though. It was stupid and irrational and she would do it. 
“I... Drew.”  
“You're like her.” The girl blurted, words spilling from her mouth. She was wearing pink eyeliner. Did she look like that at breakfast? You're like her. What nonsense. Clarisse was nothing like Silena. 
“Drew.” Clarisse paused, choosing her words. “I'm going to go.” 
“Please.” She whispered, and Clarisse froze again at the look on her face. Soft and pouty, eyes glassy with terrified unshed tears. Just like Silena’s had been the day she died. She couldn't stay. It wasn't possible because the rip in her chest just kept on tearing and if she didn't go she would be slashed straight in half. 
“No.” She said softly, placing a calloused hand on Drew’s soft face. “I have to leave.” 
The girl’s face twisted in anguish. “You- you're the only thing left of her, Clarisse please.”
“I know.” Her voice was barely a breath in the air, shimmering between them. “I know.” 
It must have dawned on Drew that nothing would change her mind, because the daughter of Aphrodite nodded and took a step back, staring at the ground. “Okay.” 
“Call me.” Clarisse said suddenly. Her hands moved for her pocket and she pulled out a pen, clicking it open. “Call me, here, here's my number.” She rummaged for a paper and retrieved a crumpled napkin, scribbling her phone number onto the thing and handing it to Drew. 
The girl stared at her with the paper in her hands, confused. “Won't it attract monsters?” 
She shrugged, pocketing the pen. “Don't really care. Most of them can't get inside anyway.” 
Drew looked up at her, then back at the paper before pushing it into her own pocket. She looked back up at her, and after a moment her arms spread and she leapt onto Clarisse, wrapping herself tight and taking her by surprise yet again. Things were developing very rapidly and very strangely. Clarisse put her hands on Drew's back, patting it gently. 
“Don't fucking die.” Drew said fiercely, pressing against Clarisse’s ribcage. She laughed softly, cupping a hand at the base of the other girl’s head. 
“You neither.” 
The hold around Clarisse’s chest loosened a little as Drew looked up at her. “You knew her better than anyone else. I need you.” 
She slowly blinked down at her, staring into those sharp brown eyes. I need you. Clarisse closed her eyes and pressed Drew closer, holding her tight. “Take real good care.” She murmured after a minute, letting her go. Drew took a step back, eyes watery but face determined. Clarisse could feel her eyes stinging too, but blinked hard before tears could come. 
On the other side of the hill, there was a car honk. Argus was ready. “Bye now.” She said, giving Drew a wave as she picked up her bag. “Until next time.” 
There was a finality about it as she faced the girl for the last time, the ghost of Silena only a few feet away. “Till next time, Clarisse.” Drew repeated, voice steady as she crested the hill. 
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clawsdevour · 2 months ago
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hq charas proposal + rings hcs
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wc: 0.6k content warning: all fluff!!, reader x all hq charas, not proofread
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-the type to believe in 'the bigger the diamond, the bigger the heart' as in their love for you. the really don't care about how it the ring may be perceived by others because they won't know how much they love you enough to find you the biggest diamond in store.
"okay.. um. OH MY GOD! i think i just saw a squirrel," while they point somewhere behind you, struggling to get onto one knee before you whip your head around to see the love of your life with one knee on the floor. "i lied there was no squirrel.. but i never lie about how much i love you, will you marry me?"
charas: hinata shoyo, bokuto koutaro, tanaka ryunosuke, nishinoya yu
-the type to get you a diamond-encrusted ring.. hear me out okay. not the ugly tacky ones but a simple one where it's just tiny diamonds all over where you can wear it with every outfit. even though it's already encrusted with multiple diamonds.. they believe you're more than just that amount on the ring they proposed with.
"This ring may not seem like much when it comes to diamonds. But it somewhat expresses at least a quarter of my love for you. I promise to continue making you the happiest you'll ever be whenever we're together and add to the diamonds on your finger along the way. What do you say? Will you marry me?"
charas: osamu miya, daichi sawamura, oikawa tooru, atsumu miya
-the type to propose to you with an elegant but extravagant ring that has three stone diamonds in the middle. they think that two more on the sides of the middle are better than just one and that it just matches how they saw you more. either way.. the way they perceive you doesn't change but the love and adoration they have for you which increases daily.
"love, ever since i met you that day. all i could see was you looking down at me from above as i slid a ring on your finger. all i could think about was how i wanted to be the best man you could ever have.. please, will you marry me?"
charas: kuroo tetsurou, yaku morisuke, sugawara koshi, iwaizumi hajime
-the type to find a sleek and elegant ring to do more than one with a diamond. something about the easy-going and smooth design drew them in, similar to your promise rings when you first starting dated had nostalgia washing over them while they went shopping for your engagement rings.
"this might not look like much... well, that's because i wanted them to look like the rings we had when we first started dating. the promise rings were already like wedding rings. the spark of joy i felt when you wanted to match something so symbolic in a relationship had ideas of being bonded together for life running courses in my head. so why don't we get them permanently and.. get married?"
charas: kita shinsuke, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji
-the type to purchase a simple regular diamond ring.. however, a very valuable one that made their bank account gulp. either way, they still swiped that card because they know that the amount they're spending isn't even enough to match the amount of love they have in store for you.. or even your wedding night. everytime you'd question them how much they spent on your ring, they're definitely brushing it off.. never letting you know.....
"wow.. i don't even know what to say but marry me, please. since day one i couldn't take you off my mind. all i could ever think about was having a future with you in it, right next to me. please.. will you do the honors of marrying me?"
charas: sakusa kiyoomi, kenma kozume, suna rintarou, ushijima wakatoshi
masterlist here
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frickingnerd · 2 years ago
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Percy Jackson Masterlist
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Percy Jackson
↳ Masterlist
Jason Grace
longing for each other's warmth - drabble
jason grace crushing on a child of hades - headcanons
jason grace dating a child of hypnos - headcanons
Leo Valdez
↳ Masterlist
Frank Zhang
frank dating a daughter of aphrodite who everyone flirts with - headcanons
Annabeth Chase
i wish they knew what i love about you - oneshot
find me when it's all over - oneshot
kissing annabeth to shut her up - headcanons
annabeth with a pretty s/o who gets mistaken for a child of aphrodite - headcanons
Piper McLean
fake dating piper mclean - headcanons
Hazel Levesque
yandere piper mclean - headcanons
piper with an affectionate s/o - headcanons
yandere hazel levesque - headcanons
confessing to hazel levesque - headcanons
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Luke Castellan
let me be the one you want - drabble
dating luke castellan - headcanons
fake dating luke castellan - headcanons
Octavian
blind dates and other surprises - oneshot
secretly dating octavian - headcanons
octavian dating a child of discordia - headcanons
Clarisse La Rue
percy's sibling dating clarisse - headcanons
Renya Avila Ramirez-Arellano
bonding with reyna over unrequited feelings - headcanons
Drew Tanaka
fake dating drew tanaka - headcanons
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kekaki-cupcakes · 7 months ago
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MASTERLIST :
[sibling!reader is in italics and is strictly platonic]
GENERAL:
percabeth headcanons
Conner Stoll Headcanons
Leo gets turned into a toddler for a bit on the Argo II [ik these fics are kinda weird sometimes but this is just hilarious and adorable trust me]
Valgrace angst after Jason's death [with a happy ending] that I wrote with @via-rant
just a daughter of poseidon headcanons
drew tanaka headcanons
Leo Valdez:
I dare you --- Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader: [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five]
Delphi Delivery --- Leo V x reader, child of Hermes
Carrot Cake--- Leo V x taller reader
Oreos and Olaf---Leo V x Child of Hypnos reader
leo valdez x child of hypnos!reader head canons
mechanic=lover ---Leo V x Disabled reader
Hotboy/Hotpack---Leo V x gn reader on their period
Burning kisses--- Leo Valdez x reckless!gn reader
kisses kisses love kisses --- Leo V x reader
love is stronger then everything [except Clarrise, of course] ---Leo V x Daughter of Athena reader
Studying no longer means student dying---Leo Valdez x Tutor!reader [making out. a lot]
Leo Valdez x Reader--- Mortal/Apartment AU
just a daughter of poseidon x leo headcanons
poseidon girl x Leo headcanons [again]
leo war angst w happy ending
Nico di Angelo:
just nico headcanons
Redecoration---Nico di Angelo x Son of Dionysus
Chocolate cream & iced honeycomb---Nico x Monster Reader
Don't take it to heart---Nico/opposite aesthetics sibling!reader
red roses and ghost flowers---Nico x flirty son of Eros
You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own---Nico x reader with a shitty mum [fluff, dw]
child of nyx reader and nico diangelo head canons
Drew Tanaka:
daughter of hermes x drew tanaka headcanons
Jason Grace:
Big Brothers big sisters Best Friend---Jason G x punk!fem reader
Fairy lights and polaroids---Jason Grace x Child of Apollo reader
Romeo and Julieting---Jason Grace x reader [soundtrack: Olivia Rodrigo]
There's still a trace of body paint--- Jason x Body paint artist!reader [London Boy-Taylor Swift]
Violent In-laws--- Jason Grace/ Punk male or gn werewolf! reader
he was raised by wolves - Jason G x child of Nyx reader/animal lover
Percy Jackson:
rules orders kisses instructions---Percy Jackson x roman child of Disciplina
Sea salt kisses---Percy Jackson x reader at the beach
Percy defends reader from the camp menace
Connor Stoll:
Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader
Connor Stoll x clumsy/shy!Daughter of Apollo
strawberries After Midnight [ft. Chappel Roan] Connor Stoll x child of Athena
Annabeth Chase:
Bite me, bitch boy--- Annabeth Chase/Protective older sister!reader
Will Solace:
Will Solace/younger sibling having a panic attack
just will solace headcanons
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theslay3d · 2 years ago
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Its more of a healing fic between Silena’s little sister that just got into camp and meets Drew and Drew slowly opens up and becomes Silena’s guardian
Drew Tanaka x Little sister!reader
Warnings:None i think
Word count: 563
A/N i love drew so much so redemption ark!!! also i chose luna as the name because Silena means moon and Luna means moon so... yes slay hope you enjoy bestie pearl
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Drew knew that she could be mean. She knew that since forever. She wasn't always mean you see. Silena was her sister. The one who taught her everything. Silena always took care of Drew even when Drew got defensive and cruel Silena was there.
Drew knew something was up with Silena with the whole war going on. She woke up with nightmares every night and would only calm down if Drew or Charlie was there. After Silena betrayed them Drew changed. Everyone, especially her siblings saw that. 
She grew to be mean. To not let anyone, especially a sibling ever get to know her again. Maybe that's why Drew hated Silena after. She had no one after Silena and even if she did she shut them out. She couldn't get hurt if no one truly knew her. 
Until a new daughter of Aphrodite came. 
When Drew first saw the new camper her breath left her. She looked a lot like Silena which made Drew stumble back a step. 
Drew went forward to where the girl was and grabbed her arm. “Hey! Back off your scaring her” Drew said to the surrounding campers who were getting too close to the girl. 
Drew sucked in a breath as the girl's blue eyes met hers. Her eyes were scarily similar to Silenas. The girl smiled “Thank you” She whispered. 
Drew just nodded back. 
After a few minutes Chiron came and took her to see the film. 
Drew just stood there until her brother Mitchell walked up. “She looks alot like Silena right?” 
“Shut up” Drew muttered and walked off. Drew knew it was rude but right now she did not have the patience or energy to say anything else. She walked to the dock and just stared into the water watching all the creatures swim by. 
Drew stayed there for a long time until the new girl walked up. “H-hey i just wanted to say thank you again for helping me earlier” 
Drew turned her head. “You welcome i know the others can be crowding and annoying” 
“Can I sit with you?” The girl asked, tilting her head just like Silena did. 
Drew hesitated before she said yes. The girl sat down close to Drew. “I was claimed” The girl spoke up while fiddling with a bracelet. 
“By who?” Drew asked as she stared out on the lake.
“Aphrodite” 
Drew let a small smile grace her face but it was gone as quick as it came. “That's no surprise you're too pretty not to be a child of Aphrodite.” 
“Does that mean you're my sister?”
“I guess it does” Drew said back. Drew quickly asked “So what's your name kid?”
“Luna. Your name's Drew right? The other campers said your name” Luna didn't mention that they said to stay away from Drew because she was mean. 
“Yep” 
That was the first time they truly spoke and it definitely was not the last. The other campers were shocked when Drew started to seek Luna out and be nice to her. They were also shocked that Luna seemed to be changing Drew into the child she once was. 
No Aphrodite child mentioned the nights Luna would wake up crying and sneak into Drews bed. Just like how Drew did with Silena. 
Drew was Luna's big sister and she would protect her just as Silena once did for her.  
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