#goddess!reader series
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loverangels · 24 days ago
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pairings: goddess!reader x Luke castellan
synopsis: luke castellan hated the gods. They bestowed themselves above others and no other hatred could compare to Luke's for the gods and godesses. So when a goddess reaches out to him, sent by Zeus himself in order to restrain luke, why does he only find himself making you his religion?
PART I
PART II
PART III
I have no idea how long this series will go on for but for now I have done three parts and as I write I'll add another part.
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islassour · 2 months ago
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sweet tooth!
percy jackson x daughter of hades reader
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yes, you might have been the daughter of the god of death and the underworld, you might have been the spawn of satan (literally). yet you were sickeningly sweet! your taste in food, your voice, your entire being was like a box of chocolates.
so as you usually were, sat in percy's cabin with an entire pack of sour strawberry laces and in his arms, he just had to take a couple strings.
"do you mind?" you glared, knowing you didnt mean it. you were just super hungry as usual.
"sorry sugar, you can't just eat all of them though while your around me." he grinned playfully, planting a kind kiss to your temple.
"but these are my favourites, you should know this!" you whined, clutching onto the packet as it spilt the remaining grains of sugar onto his bed.
"you have like.. i don't know? four? five packs a day?" he chuckled, turning you over to face him. your face had a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"yeah but.. thats not enough for my system." you sighed as you put your lips into a thin white line, looking up at him with your almost entrancing eyes.
"well i don't need sugar do i?" he tilted his head, tucking your hair behind your ear. "i've always got you." he stated, giving your lips a peck.
"you are so corny." you rolled your eyes jokingly again, gifting him a kiss yourself as your right hand moved to his cheek, the sweet tone in your voice highly evident.
"oh come on, you love it!" he exclaimed after he pulled away, his hands resting softly on your waist whilst you fiddled with his hair.
"i guess i do." you sighed as your lip twitched slightly, gifting him yet another kiss to his forehead. "can you grab me that chocolate bar i left on the railing please?" you cracked a grin, making you look down as your cheeks burnt a warm pink.
"of course sugar." he simpered, sitting up from his bed to follow your very request.
until he returned, half of the chocolate bar missing from its wrapper underneath his terrible attempt of making the wrapper look like it hadn't been opened.
"percy jackson!" you exclaimed in annoyance.
"sorry!"
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kikyoupdates · 5 months ago
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Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒
bnha x f!reader
reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn
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Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?
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You were four years old when it happened.
As far back as you could remember, you’d lived in an orphanage. You’d never met your real parents, nor did it seem like they had any intention of coming to get you, just based on how your caretakers would act. They tried to convince you that your parents must have had their reasons; that they might not have been in the right place to take care of you, but it served as little reassurance. You felt unwanted, unloved. You wondered what you could have possibly done that your own parents wouldn’t want to be with you—why all of these children were missing their families. You didn’t understand, but it felt unfair. For whatever reason, you were undesirable. At least, that’s the way you felt.
On a rather uneventful day, you were out on the playground with some of the other kids from the orphanage. They were all playing together, but you were off by the sandpit on your own, fiddling with the outfit on your doll. At some point a cluster of them had broken off, and one of the boys came right up to you, grinned, and snatched the doll straight out of your hands.
You frowned at him. “Give it back.”
“Nuh uh,” he jeered. “You’re always so boring, [Name]. You never play with the rest of us.”
“I’m not in the mood to play right now. Can you please give me my doll back?”
“What’s so fun about these dolls anyways?” The boy squinted at the toy in his hands, and without wasting a beat, popped one of the doll’s legs clean off. “Whoa!” he cried out. “They break so easily!”
You felt like you should be bursting into tears, but oddly enough, the tears didn’t come. You were eerily composed, a sense of calm washing over you. Something was telling you there was no reason to get worked up. You felt your chest growing warm, and your eyes began to glow a faint, pink shade. You stepped up to the boy and grabbed him by the wrist.
“You ruined my doll,” you said. “Apologize.”
“Huh—?” He stared back at you, dubious, and something akin to realization overtook his expression. He began to grow red in the cheeks, his breaths became irregular, and he swayed unsteadily on his own two feet. The boy stared down at the doll and its now missing leg in shock, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “I-I’m so sorry!” he spluttered. “I didn’t mean to… [Name]. I’m really, really sorry!”
You’d never seen the boy act like this before. He was always up to some sort of mischief, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to go around teasing the other girls. You glanced down to where your fingers were laced around his wrist. You tightened your grip, watching the way his blush only deepened.
“I want a new doll,” you told him.
“Of course! I’m so sorry… I’ll tell the supervisors what happened and get you a new one right away, I promise!”
Even his accomplices seemed to be confused. “Dude, why are you apologizing to her? She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else!”
“She thinks she’s too good to play with the rest of us!”
You pulled away from the first boy and stared at the other two. Still hesitant, you reached over and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. You felt something rushing or pulsing through your body. The air felt like it tasted richer, sweeter. And this time you were sure of it—the moment your hand made contact with their bodies, each of the boys grew red in the face and started rocking on their feet as if they were drunk.
“Apologize,” you ordered again.
“We’re sorry, [Name]!”
“So sorry…”
You took a step back and marveled at what had just happened. All three of them were staring at you with flushed, puffy cheeks, as if they were awaiting your next command. Your small limbs were practically oozing with power. You were sure that this must have been what everyone was always talking about—the birth of your Quirk.
“You guys can leave me alone now,” you said, crouching back down inside the sandpit. “Please make sure I get a new doll and tell the supervisors that you were the reason it broke in the first place.”
They nodded their heads furiously, already rushing over to confess their wrongdoings. You hugged your knees to your chest and inhaled shakily. You didn’t know exactly what kind of power it was, but the feeling of others being so helpless before you… it was oddly exhilarating.
You explained to the caretakers the gist of what had happened, and they began speculating as to what type of power you had. It was worth noting that while some became more interested in you as a result of your newly-developed Quirk, others were a bit more apprehensive after finding out what had happened to the three boys. The teachers and caretakers instructed you not to use your Quirk on others needlessly, since you presumably had a power that could control people.
Of course, you didn’t listen.
The next couple of weeks cleared up some questions you had about your Quirk. To be more exact, you weren't consciously using it. It was a difficult power to control, and you would find that it activated on its own without your awareness. It became evident that your Quirk didn’t simply enable you to control others; there were other aspects to it that you were struggling to grasp. You were too young and naive to make sense of it all, but the one thing that was seemingly apparent was that your powers relied on attracting others to you.
You’d been rather quiet and reserved for the majority of your stay at the orphanage, but now the others flocked to you like birds. The boys especially seemed most susceptible to your powers. They would follow you around for near hours at a time, even going so far as to give you presents that you hadn’t even asked for. On some occasions, the caretakers themselves would tilt their heads and smile, saying what a “cute, charming girl” you were, before letting you get away with things that normally wouldn’t have been allowed.
At first, you thought you liked your Quirk. You were getting more attention than you ever had, and for the first time, you felt loved and desired. You thought that maybe if you’d been born with this power, your parents might not have abandoned you. All of the boys in the orphanage loved you, all of the girls wanted to be your friends, and they would each go to any lengths to make you happy. You could get anything you wanted. Truly, it was the best possible Quirk.
But this too, was a fleeting feeling. Before long, the attention became overbearing. You could never get away from it all, from the looks of desire and adoration. The friendships you’d developed with the children started to feel less genuine and more fabricated. You felt like they weren’t really your friends; that your power was just forcing them to be. These ugly thoughts started to pile on more and more, to the point that you began to resent your Quirk. You couldn’t control the power leaving your body, and it felt as if you were living life trying to navigate through a misty pink haze.
Several months passed, and a visitor came to the orphanage.
“I’ve come to take you in, [Name].”
It was a man with pin-straight black hair and striking red eyes. He introduced himself as Mikael, and declared that he’d already filled out all the required paperwork to adopt you. The orphan children began to cry, lamenting the fact that you would be leaving them. You were both relieved and anxious. Even if you couldn’t control your powers, here, at least, you could rest easy knowing that everyone adored you. You’d spent all of your life in the orphanage, and you were a little afraid to leave.
This guy will probably listen to anything I say anyways…
Mikael held you by the hand and led you outside once you’d bid farewell to everyone. He looked down at you, eyes gleaming, a faint smile ghosting across his lips. “I think you’ll find that your Quirk will have no effect on me, descendant of Aphrodite.”
“Aphrodite?”
You stared up at him, confused. He didn’t answer your question and instead chuckled to himself.
“Not to worry. I will teach you how to control your Quirk in due time. You’ve been blessed with a gift, young one. A beautiful power capable of touching the hearts of many.”
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k-nayee · 3 months ago
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It's Giving...Igor Percy Jackson and the Olympians
wc: 4.3k a/n: lol I'm having so much fun with these oneshots y'all. I hope you do too!
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The sun hung lazily over Camp Half-Blood casting a golden hue on the wooded area.
Percy Jackson, now somewhat accustomed to the camp's ebb and flow, still found himself feeling out of place.
Though the events of his first quest had solidified his place in the world of Gods and monsters, the reality of being a Demigod was still sinking in.
He strolled through the camp watching the campers in their daily routines; the clang of swords from the training fields, distant chatter from the dining pavilion.
But amidst it all something caught his attention—a bright and bubbly figure bouncing around the Ares cabin kids without a care in the world.
Percy blinked as his gaze trailed your movements. You was a complete contrast to the scowling battle-hardened Ares kids.
Not to mention you didn't look like a typical child of Ares. Hell you didn't seem to belong there at all.
"Who is that?" Percy muttered partially to himself.
Annabeth, who had been walking the camp with him, followed his gaze.
A smirk curled her lips. "Oh that's ____. She's from the Eris cabin."
"Eris? As in...the Goddess of strife?" His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Yep," Annabeth confirmed with a chuckle. "Goddess of discord and chaos."
He stared at you laughing with one of the Ares kids, passing them a bottle of water as though it was the most normal thing in the world.
It was hard to accept the idea of you being related to a Goddess of chaos when you seemed so gentle. "She doesn't really look it...like at all."
"You really think so? Awe thank you!"
Percy and Annabeth jumped, startled to find you standing just a few steps away with a sweet smile plastered on your face.
How you got that close without them noticing was beyond them.
You were practically beaming—a stark contrast to the usual gloom that seemed to hang around the children of Eris.
"I get that a lot ya know," you continued, rocking back on your heels as if completely unaware of the scare you caused. "If I'm honest it's probably cause of my dad. Sweetest man you could ever meet...wouldn't even guess he was a serial killer."
There was a beat of stunned silence.
The two share a quick wide-eyed glance of disbelief, clearly unsure whether to laugh or be terrified.
Before they could react you dart forward and grab Percy's hand with both of yours, shaking it enthusiastically.
"Percy Jackson!" you chirp, shaking his hand so vigorously that it left him wobbling on his feet. "Can't believe I'm finally meeting you in the flesh. The son of Poseidon! Wow. I've heard so much about you."
Percy found himself lost in the whirlwind that was you. Your energy was so sunny in comparison with the words that had just left your mouth seconds ago.
"Uh...y-yeah," he stammered trying to collect himself. "That's me."
You didn't let go of his hand right away, instead holding it just long enough to make the situation a little awkward.
"So! You really fought the God of War Ares huh? That must've been something. Although..." You leaned in a little with a head tilt as if you were sizing him up. "I was expecting more. I mean for someone who fought Ares, you look like you could barely take on a mortal bully."
Percy was caught off guard. "W-What?"
"You know with all the talk around camp I was expecting it to be a little more...epic. Then again you did the best you could. I mean, if I were facing a God I'd probably want to take the easy way out too. No shame in keeping it simple."
He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say to that?
Annabeth stifled a laugh, clearly amused at his baffled expression before looking to you.
"You're really good at that aren't you?" Her tone was light with an edge of knowing.
You give a half-shrug.
"At what? Being honest? Someone's gotta keep him humble Wise Girl. Though," your gaze slid to Annabeth with a mischievous glint, "Of all people you should know all about fight with Ares right? Oh wait—never mind. You weren't there. Shame really. Could've used the help."
Annabeth's lips twitched into a tight smirk.
"Yeah well someone had to stay behind and do the thinking." Her words were sharp and calm as if this exchange was nothing new to her. "I figured you'd be better at that considering your parentage."
Your eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Touché," you give a dramatic little bow clearly unfazed by Annabeth's quick jab.
Meanwhile Percy was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. "Wait...what do you mean I couldn't take on a mortal bully?"
You turned back to him with a bright smile as if you hadn't just insulted him. "Oh no offense of course! It's just with all those big stories about you I was expecting someone a little more...I don't know, formidable? Then again tales exaggerate things. Kind of like when you hear all about a store's big sale, but when you get there it's just old clearance stuff that no one wanted anyway."
Percy blinked. "What?"
You pat his arm as if to console him. "It's fine really. Happens all the time. I'm sure you're...adequate."
The Jackson boy once again didn't know how to respond. Was he supposed to be offended?
It wasn't like you were directly mocking him—more like you were making him doubt himself in the weirdest way possible.
Before he could say anything, your gaze suddenly drifted over Percy's shoulder and your eyes lit up.
"Oh!" Bouncing on your heels as you focused on whatever had caught your attention you turn to the pair with a smile. "Looks like I'm needed! Well it was fun meeting you Son of Poseidon."
You give Percy a teasing salute and then turn to Annabeth with a wink. "And you and I definitely need to have another round of wits Wise Girl."
With a little wave you skip off leaving them in the dust.
For a long moment Percy and Annabeth stood there, both staring after you.
"I don't get it," Percy muttered, finally breaking the silence. "What's her deal?"
"She's from the Eris cabin," Annabeth explained with a shrug as though that summed everything up. "Being chaotic is kind of her thing."
Percy blinked. "Chaotic? She's weird. Her dad's a serial killer Annabeth."
She sheepishly rub the back of her neck. "Yeah I wasn't expecting that either. But trust me she's not dangerous. Not to us at least. She just likes stirring things up."
"Yeah but..." Percy shook his head, watching you with a deepening frown. "I don't trust her. She's too..."
"Too what?" She asks with a smirk. "Too nice?"
Percy shot her a look. "She just told me I was like a disappointing clearance sale!"
Annabeth chuckled. "Yeah that's pretty standard for her to keep people on their toes. You get used to it."
Percy frowned. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
As they spoke Percy's gaze caught sight of you now across the camp.
You were laughing with a group of Aphrodite and Artemis kids, flitting between them like you belonged everywhere.
It was weird. The way you moved so easily between groups always smiling and lighthearted—yet there was something unnerving about it.
Like you were playing some game that no one else knew about.
"Look," Percy said nodding toward you. "There she goes again."
Annabeth followed his line of sight just in time to see you lean in close to one of the Aphrodite kids, whispering something with an exaggerated gasp.
The Aphrodite kid's eyes widened and she looked at you for confirmation with shock coloring her face.
Seeing your nod, she becomes visibly shaken till the point a few of her half-siblings swarmed her trying to console her.
While they were distracted you effortlessly slid over to a nearby Artemis camper and whisper something in her ear.
The Artemis girl's face hardened instantly. Eyes darkened with fury, without hesitation she marches over to the Aphrodite camper.
Tension between them crackled as they exchanged words.
The Aphrodite camper snapped something sharp at the Artemis camper who fired back with equal heat.
Within moments the two girls were yelling and nearby campers began to picking sides.
It wasn't just about the two of them anymore—campers from both cabins were dragged into the fray.
Shoves were exchanged and even the onlookers who had initially tried to mediate were swept up in the full-blown fight.
You slipped away completely unnoticed, leaving the chaos to spread behind you as counselors rushed in to contain the fight you had so subtly instigated.
Annabeth's mouth fell open. "Did...did she just—?"
Percy nodded with an darkening expression. "I told you."
Annabeth shook her head in disbelief. "She really does live up to her mother's name doesn't she?"
Percy sighed, his gaze following you as you joined back with the Ares kids as if nothing had happened.
"Yeah," he muttered. "And I'm pretty sure she's way more dangerous than she lets on."
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Percy couldn't shake the unsettling feeling you left in your wake.
You weren't like anyone he'd ever met at Camp Half-Blood—and that was saying something.
All day he kept noticing you; flitting between groups of campers, always smiling, always helping.
But for the Ares cabin? You didn't just help—you managed everything for them like a personal servant.
You'd bounce from one camper to the next, making sure everyone had what they needed.
A strap needed tightening on someone's armor? You were there.
Someone's sword needed fixing? Off to Hephaestus Cabin to get it repaired.
You even carried a pile of weapons over your shoulder like it was nothing, making sure every spear and sword was in pristine condition.
It was strange the way you handled things.
To everyone else you looked like a wimp. A pushover trailing after the Ares kids like a loyal dog.
Some campers even joked about it, wondering why someone as bubbly and soft as you would waste your time with them.
You didn't have the brutal intimidating energy the Ares kids were known for.
And yet despite your soft appearance and sunny attitude, they seemed to tolerate on you.
As lunchtime approached Percy found himself alone.
Annabeth was busy welcoming a new camper, leaving him to make his way to the pavilion by himself. 
Plate balanced in hand, he scans the rows of tables where campers sat in their respective groups—most sticking to their own cabins.
Though the tables around buzzed with laughter and conversation, but Percy still felt like an outsider, even after everything he'd done.
He hadn't fully found his place, not yet really.
Tearing his gaze away with a sigh the Son of Poseidon makes his way to the central hearth to make an offering.
With a portion of his meal selected Percy gets ready to offer it to his dad when—
"Hey Jackson!"
Percy nearly jumped out of his skin. You had appeared beside him, tray in hand with a grin like you'd just won the lottery.
"Uh...hey." he managed caught off guard.
You leaned forward, watching him with wide eyes as he prepared to toss the food into the hearth. "Whatcha doing?"
The Demigod glances down at the hearth then back at you. "Just uh, just giving an offering to my dad."
"Oh cool! It's sweet you do that," you replied with a grin, humming thoughtfully as you looked at the flames. "Guess I should do that too."
Percy's brows raised in curiosity as he watched you step up to the fire.
He assumed you'd pick something off your plate—maybe a small portion to toss in as an offering like everyone else did—but instead you did something that made his heart skip a beat:
You reached directly into the flames.
"Whoa wait—what are you—?!" Percy sputtered eyes widening in disbelief.
Instead of pulling your hand away with a scream of agony, you calmly pluck a half-cooked piece of [food] from the fire.
Percy's mouth dropped open in a mixture of shock and confusion plastered on his face.
"What?" You blink at him before following his gaze to the still-flaming food in your hand. "Oh there wasn't any more of my mom's favorite left at the bar. I figured I'd just grab something quick before it burned all the way through ya know?"
Percy stared at you like you were from another planet. "Your mom's favorite food?"
"Yep," you confirm with a grin. "She's a picky eater sometimes. Then again I guess Eris isn't the easiest Goddess to please."
Shrugging as though this was common knowledge, you turn the food in your hand to inspect it further. "I usually only give blessings for her. Oh and Ares too—only if he hasn't ticked me off though."
Percy's brain tried to catch up with the words you'd just said. His mouth moved, but no words came out for a second. "Wait so...you're only making offerings to Eris and Ares?"
You make a small prayer for your mom before throwing the food back into the hearth and turn to the blonde boy.
"Uh-huh! The others don't really care much for me. I mean can you blame them? No one likes messing with my mom, and by extension me. She causes too much trouble even for them." You flashed him a playful grin. "Plus, I think I'm her favorite."
He shook his head unable to wrap his mind around how nonchalant you were about everything.
"You're...impossible," Percy mumbled, his tone equal parts baffled and impressed.
"You're not the first person to say that," you teased with a wink and nudge him lightly. "Anyway, looks like you're all alone today. Mind if I join you?"
Before he could respond you were already dragging him to one of the emptier tables.
Percy was still trying to figure you out. You weren't dangerous—at least not in the way he'd expect a child of Eris to be.
But you were unsettling in your own way; friendly yet... strange, an almost too carefree energy about you.
"So," you lean forward with a bright-eyed grin, "What's your story? I mean I know the basics—son of Poseidon, fought the God of War, saved the day and all—but how's a guy like you end up doing all that?"
Percy gave you a sideways look. "You already know all that stuff. You seem to know everything that goes on around camp."
"True," you admit with a pout. "But I wanna hear it from you. Stories are way more fun that way."
He hesitated, still unsure if you were genuinely curious or just setting him up for another round of subtle digs.
But surprisingly the more you pressed, the more you managed to pull bits and pieces of his story from him.
He talked a little about his mom and how much she meant to him—though he skipped over the worst parts.
"Wow only child in both worlds huh? That's a bummer. I was an only child out in the mortal world too, but Camp Half-Blood gave me a bunch of moody gloomy brothers and sisters." You waved vaguely in the direction of the Eris table, where your half-siblings sat.
Percy followed your gaze, eyes narrowing as he observed the difference between you and the others from your cabin.
They were all starkly different from you—dark, brooding, exuding an aura of chaos just by being around.
Like storm clouds or a brewing hurricane while you were the sunshine in the middle of it all.
It didn't make sense.
"You don't really fit in with them though," Percy said, gesturing to your siblings. "You're...not like them."
You tilt your head with a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "You'd be surprised. It's easier to blend in with chaos when you wear a smile. Keeps people guessing."
Satisfied with the answer Percy suddenly shifts in his seat.
His gaze dart around, unsure of how to bring up the topic that had been bugging him ever since your first meeting.
Finally he cleared his throat. "Uh...speaking of family. You mentioned your dad before. That he was...y'know..."
"A serial killer?" you finished for him, smile unfaltering.
Percy flinched at how easily the words rolled off your tongue, like it was just another quirky fact about your life.
"Yeah that."
"Oh my dad's the greatest!" you exclaimed, leaning back with a nostalgic sigh. "The sweetest man you'd ever meet—total golden retriever energy, always in pastels and soft colors. He's truly the last person you'd expect to have over two hundred bodies to his name."
Percy nearly choked on his drink. "Two hundred?!"
"The official documented count. They estimate there's more. He never really kept tabs so who knows," you add with a shrug.
The pre-teen was silent, his mind reeling as he tried to process what you'd just said. "And you...seem okay with that?"
"Why wouldn't I be? He was a good guy! I mean he only went after people who deserved it—kinda like Jigsaw. Strong moral compass and everything."
He purse his lips. "That's...that's not really the same thing."
"Eh. But hey, at least he stopped killing when I was born. Wanted to focus on raising me. He did start back when I turned six though." You smiled fondly as if reminiscing about happy childhood memories. "We even went on father-daughter hunting trips together. Great bonding time."
Percy's jaw dropped. "H-Hunting trips?"
"Yup! He'd teach me all about tracking, stealth, how to dispose of bodies. Said I had a natural gift for it."
He tried not to grimace at the thought of six-year-old you going on murder trips with a serial killer, a disturbingly vivid picture appearing in his mind.
"That's messed up," he blurted out unable to stop himself.
You giggled, waving it off like it was no big deal. "He got caught when I was nine. That's when I ended up in foster care."
The casual way you spoke about your past made Percy's skin crawl but he was too curious to stop listening. "Foster care?"
You poked at your food absentmindedly as you spoke. "It wasn't the best. Different homes, different people. It was toxic really: thrown bottles, yelling voices, a bruise here and there..."
Percy stiffened, the similarities between your childhood and his life with Gabe hitting a little too close to home.
Though it crashes at the sight of your dreamy expression, "...it was so chaotic. So beautiful."
"You're serious?" his voice was barely above a whisper, unsure if you were joking or genuine.
"Oh completely," you reply without missing a beat. "Chaos is unpredictable, uncontrollable. There's just something so freeing about it."
He swallowed hard feeling the gulf between how you both saw the world. What you called beautiful, he called trauma.
Not knowing how to respond to that he gives a stiff nod. "So um. W-what happened after that?"
You snapped out of your reverie and perk up again. "Oh right! So when I was around eleven I found out I was a Demigod. Arrived here and figured out who my mom was—Eris, goddess of strife and chaos, all that jazz."
A sense of relief filled him, feeling the conversation veer back to something he could at least wrap his head around. "And your dad?"
Your eyes brightened as if he'd asked the perfect question. "Well of course I started visiting him in prison once I figured out how to shadow travel."
"Wait," Percy blinked in surprise. "You visited him? Like you actually met him?"
"Yup," you said cheerfully. "I'd pop in during the night. To everyone else it just looked like he was talking to a dark corner. But I was there right beside him. Kept him company until..." Your voice trailed off but your smile didn't falter. "Well until he got the lethal injection when I turned twelve last year."
Percy stared at you, his mouth dry. "You were there?!"
"Duh. Who else was gonna be there for him? That's my dad after all...stayed with him until the very end."
A fond look appears on your face. "He even said his last words to me. Go out there and keep shaking things up sweetheart. The world's better with a little disorder..."
"Wow..." Was all Percy managed to say. He leans back in his seat as his mind reeled from everything you'd just told him. "I...uh...I'm sorry for your loss?"
You giggled, waving your hand dismissively. "Oh don't be. It's all good. He lived a full life you know? And I got to see it all."
Before either of you could continue the conversation a familiar voice cuts through the air. "____!"
Clarisse stormed over, her heavy boots thudding against the floor as she approached.
"Where have you been?!" She barked. Her scowl deepened when she saw Percy sitting across from you. "And what the Hades are you doing sitting with him?"
You simply smiled at her as if you hadn't noticed her foul mood at all.
"Just keeping Percy company," you chirped. "He looked lonely."
Clarisse huffed, her gaze sliding back to Percy with an unimpressed sneer. "Lonely huh? Poor little Seaweed Brain."
Percy bristled at the insult. He couldn't understand why you hang out with them, why they relied on you.
The question had been gnawing at him since he first noticed your strange connection with the Ares kids.
And now, with Clarisse glaring at him, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"What's the deal with you and those Ares kids anyway? They treat you like—like you're their servant or something."
Clarisse's sneer twisted into something darker, her voice dropping low as she leaned over the table toward Percy.
"You don't know anything," she growled. "Just her mother is to our father, she's everything to us. Without her we wouldn't be able to fight the way we do. Spill blood the way we do. She makes us stronger."
The intensity in her voice caught Percy off guard.
There was a fierceness to her words, but there was also something deeper—something like reverence. Maybe even admiration.
The Ares cabin respected you, needed you in a way that went beyond simple reliance. It unsettled him.
He looked at you perplexed but you only smiled at him as if you'd heard this all before.
Sensing the tension building you gently place a hand on Clarisse's arm, your touch instantly diffusing her aggression.
"Relax Clarisse," you say with a grin. "Percy's not so bad. He's just curious."
Clarisse grumbled under her breath, clearly still annoyed but less intense now.
"Fine. Just don't take too long. You know where to find us." She glared at Percy one last time before turning on her heel and stomping away, though not before giving the Demigod one last warning glare.
You turn back to Percy with a playful glint in your eyes. "Looks like I saved just you from an ass-whooping. You owe me one."
Percy couldn't help but chuckle with a shake of his head.
"You sure are a wild one," his words slipped out before he could stop them.
"Wild....?" The word roll off your tongue. Your smirk darkened ever so slightly as if those words triggered something in you. 
Percy's brows furrowed unsure what you meant, but before he could ask, you raise your hand.
Dark inky smoke began to twist and curl from your palm, snaking around your fingers like living shadows.
The air seemed to thicken with energy and Percy could only watch transfixed as the smoke condensed into a solid shape—a golden apple.
It seemed to shimmer with a strange otherworldly light, pulse softly as though it had a heartbeat of its own.
Percy's breath hitched. There was something mesmerizing about it but also deeply unsettling.
He knew enough about myths to recognize what this was: The Apple of Discord.
"Wha—" Percy began, but the words died on his lips as you twirled your hand with an elegant flick of your wrist and the apple morphed.
In its place appeared a sleek new phone and a vape pen, both gleaming as though they had just been pulled out of a store display.
Percy barely had time to process what was happening before you casually tossed the objects a short distance from the table and stood up.
"Hey look!" you called out loud enough to catch the attention of the surrounding campers. "The newest [phone model] and a [flavored] vape from the mortal world!"
Heads snapped in your direction, eyes widening as campers spotted the coveted objects lying on the ground.
In an instant the entire dining pavilion erupted into chaos.
Campers lunged for the phone and vape, shoving and pushing each other out of the way desperate to claim the prize.
Voices rose, chairs screeched across the floor, and fists flew as they scramble for the items intensified.
Percy could only sit there watching in stunned disbelief as the scene unfolded around him.
Campers who had been peacefully eating moments before were now engaged in full-on brawls all over a phone and a vape.
It was like a bomb had gone off and you had lit the fuse.
From across the way, Clarisse and the Ares kids along with your half-siblings, watched the chaos unfold with bored amusement.
They barely paid attention as they continued eating, as if this kind of spectacle was a routine occurrence. It probably was.
You calmly sit back down in your seat with a soft giddy sigh as if you had just finished a particularly satisfying task.
You didn't even glance at the chaos you'd caused, your focus entirely on your food as you took a slow bite.
"Wild you say...?"
A pale-faced Percy turned to look at you. The sheer ease in which you'd thrown the entire pavilion into disorder left him speechless.
Finally, you turn back to him, still smiling that sweet carefree smile. "...you have no idea~"
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cece693 · 4 months ago
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hi! loved your pjo first they're amazing. I was wondering if I can request a headcannon of percy x son of aphrodite male reader? probably about how percy wants to ask them out and then them dating. thank you!
Fountain of Love (Percy Jackson x Son of Aphrodite)
Thanks for the request :) It's a little short, but I hope you enjoy it!
tags: nervous Percy, asking out, dating, son of Aphrodite is not only a pretty face but good with a sword, oblivious reader, puppy love
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From the first moment Percy stepped foot into Camp Half-Blood, he knew your name—M/N, son of Aphrodite. You were somewhat of a legend at camp, not just for being devastatingly handsome, but also for your skill with a sword.
But you were oblivious as fuck. Even more so than Percy himself, which said a lot. No matter how many heads you turned as you passed by, or how many gifts appeared outside your cabin, you remained unaware of the effect you had on others. For you, the attention never seemed more than friendly admiration, nothing deeper.
Percy, however, was different. From the moment he first spent time with you, sitting by the lake, talking about sword techniques, and exchanging stories of battle until the dinner horn blew, he knew one thing—you were the one. It wasn’t just about how incredible you looked, it was how easy it felt to be around you, the way your smile softened his nerves.
But Percy wasn’t alone in his feelings. Dozens of campers—some Apollo kids, others from various cabins—were also vying for your attention, and Percy knew he wasn’t the only one wanting to ask you out.
Over time, he noticed the competition intensify. A couple of campers, Ares kids, constantly tried to one-up him during sword training, cracking jokes about him in your presence, trying to win your favor. Even the children of Hermes, known for their mischievous pranks, tried to outshine Percy in their own crafty ways. It was like everyone was fighting for their chance to stand out, hoping to catch your eye.
Percy fought through the jealousy and frustration, determined to find the perfect moment to finally ask you out. But every time he gathered his courage, something interrupted him—a monster drill, a sparring match, or another camper cutting him off.
One day, as Percy finally approached you by the campfire, an Ares kid—who clearly had the same idea—stepped in and asked you if you wanted to hang out. Percy clenched his jaw, stepping back in defeat, watching the moment slip away again.
Little did he know, you liked him back. You always had. His easy smile, his sense of humor, the way he seemed so sincere around you—it all made you fall for him in ways you hadn’t expected. But since Percy hadn’t made a move, you assumed maybe he wasn’t interested.
Days passed, and finally, Percy couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t wait for the perfect moment because every moment with you was already perfect. So, after a long training session, where the two of you fought side by side during a particularly difficult capture-the-flag game, Percy found the nerve.
The two of you were covered in dirt and sweat, but it didn’t matter. As you both sat by the lake, cooling off, Percy finally turned to you and blurted it out, “I like you. A lot. And, um, would you maybe want to go out with me? Like, officially?”
You blinked, a bit stunned by his sudden confession, but then you laughed, a soft sound that sent Percy’s heart racing. “I like you too, Percy. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. You? Liked him back? He couldn’t believe it.
From that day forward, the two of you were inseparable, and when you became boyfriends, everyone in camp knew it. Percy’s friends teased him relentlessly, but nothing would wipe the dopey grin off his face whenver your name was mentioned.
You and Percy balanced each other perfectly—his brave heart and your calm confidence were an unbeatable pair.
But dating at Camp Half-Blood wasn’t without its challenges. There were moments when Percy’s duties as a hero pulled him away, leaving you to worry. You’d send messages through Iris, waiting anxiously for his return, and there were times when he came back battered from battles that left your heart aching. The other demigods, those who had once vied for your attention, sometimes stirred up trouble out of jealousy, testing the strength of your relationship with snide remarks and rumors.
Still, the two of you always found ways to push through. When Percy felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, you were there to remind him he didn’t have to carry it alone. You comforted him when nightmares from the Titan War resurfaced, holding his hand and promising that, together, you could face anything.
And when your own insecurities came up—doubts about whether Percy could love someone like you, despite the constant attention you received—he reassured you that you were more than enough.
“I chose you,” Percy would say, with that earnest smile that made everything feel okay. “And I’d choose you over and over again.”
No matter what challenges arose—whether it was monsters, the gods’ interference, or the complications of being demigods—the bond you shared only grew stronger. And eventually, when the Great War ended, Percy would drop on one knee and ask you to marry him :)
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dollycxre · 6 months ago
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Fem Mortal Reader x Yandere Hestia, but the reader isn't a pushover.
:)
yandere! Hestia x fem! mortal! Reader - ♡ general hcs
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warnings -> none....it's hestia...actually, slight clinginess??
paring/s -> yandere! Hestia x mortal! fem! reader (gender of the reader isn't mentioned or relevant tbh)
a/n -> rising from my grave to finish this
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-> meeting her as a mortal means that you're probably gonna meet her in your fireplace
-> the most likely scenario is that you had just faced one of the worst heartbreaks in your life— losing a family member, a regular breakup, whatever
-> Hestia, being who she is, would probably not be able to bear the sight of someone in pain, guiding the fire to warm you up, flames flickering up towards you as if in a comforting manner
-> her presence is a very comforting and homely feeling and when she concentrates on a particular hearth, her power increases tenfold
-> probably resulting in you dozing off in a cozy armchair, fast asleep like your world hadn't just come crashing down around you
-> she watches you sleep so peacefully (but like- in a non creepy way)
-> she keeps on at it for a while, watching you do your daily chores for a while, admiring you from a safe distance and slowly falling for you
-> I don't think Hestia would even bother trying to disguise herself as a regular human to you, she just pops up in your fireplace one day and shyly starts a conversation
-> Depending on your reaction, she'd either cool you down or happily continue your conversation like literally nothing ever happened
-> I'm not gonna go into details but she'd win you over pretty damn quickly and starts dating you as soon as possible
(now for some domestic fluff...cuz it's hestia)
-> I have this headcanon that because Hestia is the goddess of family, she'd know all the best picnic spots
-> like you cannot tell me that she wouldn't know the most gorgeous cliffside overlooking a sea view in the world and take you there as a date
-> she likes baking for you because she adores how your face lights up when she makes you those cookies you love so much
-> she already knows your allergies and taste in food so don't even bother telling her, she's already got the best recipes she has set in mind :)
-> she likes taking you on peaceful walks with her while she's disguised as a human
-> watching all the different people walk by with their dogs, significant others, etc, etc makes her very happy
-> she'll point out to you all the small, gorgeous details your eyes might've missed
->she wants to show you the beauty of the world you live in!
-> definitely takes you to visit her favourite places in greece
->dresses up like a local that the people know well by now and takes you to her favourite parts of her homeland <3
->wants you to try all the native food, 100%
->when it comes to the issue of her being an immortal goddess and you being a regular ol mortal with a short life span (compared to her anyway), she'll try to convince you to let her feed you nectar
->obviously, you say something along the lines of 'fuck no'
->she's devastated when you abandon her at the table in the restaurant she took you to, to run away
->keeps popping up in the hearth whenever you light your fire (only for you to extinguish the flames with water)
->she finally gets you to have a normal, healthy conversation with her when she catches you off guard while you're napping by the fireplace
->would probably end with a compromise (somehow) that she'd make your closest friends and family immortal with you so that you'd all be able to live together
->after that, your relationship is pretty much smooth sailing
->Hestia isn't a very possessive or jealous person and she usually communicates that she's uncomfortable when she is
->cuz, y'know...she's actually sane (unlike the rest of her siblings and nephews and nieces)
->adopts an animal with you, a hundred percent <3
->likes cuddling you in her hearth, because it's so warm and cozy that you always end up falling asleep on her chest
->and she likes that :)
->takes you up to Olympus because she isn't scared of someone else taking you away
->none of the gods would even try because who would want to make Hestia upset? (especially cause it's mostly out of fondness, rather than terror *cough cough* Athena *cough cough*)
->anyway, she's probably one of the best girlfriends in the world <3
->can't and doesn't marry you because of her vow, but gives you a promise ring and lets you give her one if you really wanted to <3
->mostly just overly clingy, staying by your side whenever she can and hearth-hopping to wherever you go— work, out with friends, etc
BONUS!
-> she leaves you with Aphrodite if she's busy, because Aphrodite thinks you're adorable and always spends her time with you helping her doves make you all pretty for Hestia, Cinderella's fairy godmother style :)
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vipvesper · 5 months ago
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heyy so can you do a clarisse x reader fic where they have like rivalry?
major h8r
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pairing: clarisse la rue x reader
warnings: clarisse, mentions of bullying, some low-grade tajin level spice
word count: 890+
"next time you won't be so lucky."
"Dude, you can't keep letting her pick on you like that," preaches Luke as the two of you sit on a rock. What happened, you may ask? You decided it would be a good idea to give into Clarisse after she relentlessly harassed begged you. Rather than actually focusing on technique during your spar, she took the opportunity to beat the Hades out of you. “She’s a bully.”
White bandages slip out of your grasp as you feebly attempt to wrap your wound. While ambrosia and nectar would've done the job, you're wary with consumption as to not burn to a crisp. Luke takes your hand, doing it for you. Contempt swirls in his oak-hued eyes, he knows you're better than this.
"I shouldn't have believed her when she said she wanted to improve her technique. I let my guard down," you mutter. Annabeth tuts, turning to face the entrance of the woods. “She may be a little… rough around the edges, but she’s not a bad person.”
"You'd think that someone like you would notice that she is," she states, blunt as ever.
"Helpful input, Annabeth.”
"It's the truth." The girl shrugs, fresh braids (courtesy of you) draped down her back.
"Thanks for the help, guys," you say, clapping an injured hand over Luke's shoulder. "But I have to get going. Camp won't run itself."
"But it literally will--"
You're already out of range by the time either of them can make any sort of protest. As you walk through the dirt paths, surveying the behaviors of the campers that are out and about, a familiar stomping sound approaches. Great. Clarisse.
Before you can turn to face her, an angry fist hits you over the head.
"You idiot! Why didn't you tell me you fight like a toddler? I would've gone easy," she jabs your side rather hard, forcing you to fold in on yourself. "Can't have Chiron's favorite in the infirmary. It'd be a shame if you shriveled up and died from an ambrosia overdose." You simply brush her off, having much more important things to do. “C’mon, dude, you suck at swordfighting!”
“Why are you talking to me?”
The question seems to catch her off guard. Her playful stance shifts to one fueled by anger at your comment.
“Cuz who else here is stupid as you?” The girl scoffs, built arms crossed over her overly toned chest. This isn’t even fair.
“Goodbye, Clarisse,” You roll your eyes, hiking up the stairs of the Big House, shutting it behind you.
Darkness creeps into the corner of your visions as you lay in your bunk, eyes trained on the ceiling. The snores of your siblings fill the room, coupled with the shuffling of blankets. Just as you near dreamland, a loud thunk on your window jolts you awake. You grab the weapon under your pillow, startled. You groan, seeing the culprit. Clarisse stands at your window, eyes shifting around.
Reluctantly, you let her tumble into the cabin, forcing her to silence.
“Shh, you’re gonna wake them up.” She simply laughs, kicking her shoes off, and dropping into your bed. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Your voice is nothing more than a whisper, quiet as a breeze.
“Missed ya’.” The daughter of Ares snickers, grabbing your tired form and dragging you down with her.
“You can’t keep breaking into my cabin,” you insist, but she doesn’t listen. The two of you lay side by side, simply enjoying eachother’s company. “You’re like… too calm.” Clarisse snorts, curls draped over your blankets
“Shut up. Next time you won’t be so lucky. I’m exhausted from beating your ass all day.” She grabs you by the collar, planting an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your cheek. Heat blooms in your face, creeping up your neck and touching your ears.
“Oh. Wow.”
She moves quick, tackling you in a kiss—this time on the lips. A hint of cherry chapstick touches your tastebuds as your situationship pulls away. It’s a fleeting feeling, her lips on yours, and you simply can’t get enough. She chuckles upon seeing the look on your face.
“I hate your stupid face.” Clarisse’s sudden words are laced with laughter, her fingertips gently brushing over the dip of your nose and the apples of your reddened cheeks.
Her pretty dark eyes stare into yours, thumbing over a bruise she left from sparring.
“Doesn’t seem it.”
The brutish girl props herself on her elbow, staring down at you with her gorgeous eyes, darkest browns dotted with celestial bronze, swirled with imperial gold in the low light.
She tucks a loose tuft of hair behind your ear, leaving down again to deliver another gentle kiss. “Mmh,” she hums, warm tongue prodding for entry. Warm summer air blows in, the window left agape. The scent of the strawberry fields and the last embers of the latest fire mix to form a pleasant smell, bathing the cabin.
Clarisse’s calloused hand cups your jaw, her tongue slipping into your mouth. The air between you only gets thicker, forcing the duo up for a quick breath.
“Thought you didn’t like the French,” you jest, deciding this is the time to poke fun—since you won’t end up with a goose egg. She shoves you around for a bit.
“Shut up. Stupid teacher’s pet.” She captures you in another kiss, fingers intertwined like the stars and the sky.
a/n
i got pretty distracted, so this is less of a rivalry and more of a secret relationship 😔
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she-was-a-goddess · 1 year ago
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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 4 months ago
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Fem reader x Thalia headcanons, especially if reader is either the daughter to a minor god/dess, or is a nymph.
Thalia Grace Headcanons
|| Thalia Grace x minorgoddess!fem!reader
|| Warnings; none, just fluff
|| Summary; a collection of headcanons of reader and Thalia! 16 headcanons total
Requests open!
Started; september 26th
Finished; september 29th
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If Hunters of Artemis were allowed to date women...
• reader is a daughter of a minor goddess of your choosing
• upon first meeting Thalia, reader's intimidated by her. Due to both who her father is and Thalia's lieutenant status
• they often hold each other's hand around camp when Thalia's visiting, trying be as close as possibly to each other
• one is hardly ever seen without the other, normally with smiles on their faces
• they often sneak out of their cabin at night, only going as far as one of their porches in case of the harpies. lots of late night conversations with only the stars as their audience
• stealing kisses during training sessions when no one is looking
• Thalia helping reader with her Archery skills, being as close as possible as her hands guide hers
• reader braiding Thalia's hair as they sit by the campfire, illuminated by the different colours of the flame
• Thalia braiding reader's hair by the campfire is reader doesn't know how
• by the campfire, being as close to each other as possible. usually with a blanket over them, reader sitting between Thalia's legs. Thalia's arms loosely around reader's hips
• sneaking out of camp to enjoy the rain, kissing under the storm
• Thalia and reader sneaking out of their cabins to sit by the lake, then running from the harpies while laughing
• getting in trouble with Mr D for their constant sneaking out and having to do chores together
• whenever Thalia isn't at camp, they iris message almost every night
• reader getting special permission to go out of camp and spend a few nights with the Hunters
• during the winter when reader's at school, Thalia visits sometimes. pretending to be an exchange student, using the mist
feel free to add on in the comments!
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charlotteking23 · 2 months ago
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Hey, weird request incoming, I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable at all: Grover x fem reader smut... I SWEAR I'M NOT INTO GOATS OR ANYTHING I JUST LOVE HIM- (if you need a plot I was thinking him and reader have their first time maybe?) again I am SO SORRY if this ask makes you uncomfy...
First Time
Grover Underwood x reader
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The sun was setting over the camp, casting a warm orange glow over everything.
Grover and I had slipped away from the others, wanting some time alone.
We sat together on a blanket, looking out at the beautiful view. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken desire.
We had been dancing around our feelings for a while, but tonight felt different. Tonight felt like the night we would finally take things to the next level.
Grover reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of my face. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I met his eyes.
They were filled with affection and longing, and I knew he felt the same way I did.
Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sparked a fire inside me.
I kissed him back, deepening the kiss as our tongues intertwined. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, and I knew this was right.
As we broke apart for air, Grover smiled at me. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he admitted, his voice filled with emotion.
I just nodded, because I felt the same way. We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other.
Then Grover leaned in and kissed me again, his lips moving down my neck. I moaned at the sensation, my body responding to his touch.
I could feel my desire for him growing, and I knew I was ready to take things further.
"Grover," I whispered, pulling back to look at him. "I want you. I'm ready for this."
He met my eyes, and I could see the surprise there. But then a smile spread across his face, and he nodded.
"I want you too," he said, his voice filled with longing. "I'll make sure you're ready."
He leaned in and kissed me again, his hands moving down my body. I moaned at the sensation, my desire for him growing.
He was taking things slow, making sure I was okay with every step. And as he touched me, I felt my body responding.
I was ready for this, ready to take our relationship to the next level.
As we laid there together, I knew that this was right. Grover was the one I wanted, the one I was meant to be with.
And as we moved together, our bodies intertwined, I felt a pleasure I had never known before.
This was what it meant to make love, to give yourself fully to another person. And as we came together, I knew that I would always love Grover.
In the end, Grover and I had taken our relationship to the next level. We had given ourselves to each other, experiencing a pleasure we had never known before.
And as we laid there together, holding each other, I knew that I would always love him.
He was my satyr, my soulmate, my everything. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.
As we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that I had made the right decision.
Losing my virginity to Grover had been the best choice I ever made. Because I had given myself to the one I loved, and he had given himself to me.
And as I felt his heart beating against mine, I knew that our love would last forever.
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roostersmustache · 3 months ago
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Reflections of Who We Used to Be
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character
Author's Note: It's been a while! I don't know if anyone will be reading this, but I am gonna post it anyways! I've had this idea brewing for a little bit, so I thought, why not give it a write? Let me know what you think!
Synopsis: Sigrid and Loki had everything. Love, marriage, a beautiful daughter on the way...but then everything got ripped right under her feet when Loki was killed in the Infinity War. But one day, Loki comes waltzing back into her life, except this Loki isn't the one that left her.
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Loki comes back to his spot in the timeline, but this Loki doesn't remember living the events after his attack on New York City. He just remembers the TVA.
Warnings: Swearing, adult themes, angst, possible MCU spoilers, possible Loki spoilers, probably not entirely accurate.
Word Count: 2.5K
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Sigrid grew up lonely. She had no siblings, and she always had a harder time than others her age when it came to making friends. Her school was small, she went to a small private school in Asgard, one reserved for those in families of higher power. Her father was high ranking in Asgard's army, practically Odin's right hand man. It was no surprise to anyone when she was placed in her school.
She excelled in school, constantly awing her instructors with her mind, always one step ahead than the rest in her class. But when it came to magic, she was weak. Sigrid was diagnosed with a condition called POTS at the age of five. Because of this, her body has never been strong enough to fully support the magic she wished she had.
Loki and her met when she was in her second year of school, and he was in his fourth. She was seven and he was nine. They met in the library, her face was nose deep in a book that he wanted to read, and instead of telling him, the weird prince, to go away like everyone else, she offered that they read it together. They've been inseparable ever since.
When they got to middle school, they were both there to experience each others first crushes, so they decided to help each other out and be each others first kiss. Just for practice. Loki wanted to be able to tell Thor he had also kissed a girl.
From then on, they were there for each other when one another got their heart broken. They exchanged books, Loki helped Sigrid with her magic, and they made each other feel less lonely. Loki had always felt like an outcast, and Sigrid had always been lonely. They filled that gap for one another.
However, after high school, Loki discovered his true parentage, thus sparking a downward spiral for him, taking everyone else with him. His mind had never been so dark and cold, so vulnerable. Sigrid was there for him, and she was just what he needed, a shoulder to cry on. Loki felt everyone else around him had begun to push him away, afraid of the monster he truly was. But not Sigrid. Never Sigrid.
But this revelation left his mind vulnerable enough for dark forced to enter it, and enter it they did.
It took too much convincing, and too many analysis' of Loki for Odin to finally believe that he had been under the influence of a dark force when he attacked New York. Loki felt it was pointless to fight the old man on it, but Thor and Sigrid had insisted.
Loki was under the influence of Thanos, and while under that spell, he had killed many innocent people and destroyed lots of the city. No one on Earth would ever comfortably welcome him back, but the people of Asgard would have to learn to. Loki knew he was seen as even more of a monster now, and that fact pushed him deeper into his darkness than he had been before.
While not under the influence of Thanos, Loki was still broken. He was dealing with the guilt of what he had done, and the realization that he would forever be seen as a monster was at the forefront of his mind. In a fight against the Dark Elves, Loki had faked his death. His mother, Frigga had been killed, and Loki was the most heartbroken he had ever been. Sigrid was devastated when Thor came back and said Loki was gone. The grief she had felt during that time was insufferable.
She drowned in her sadness everyday, and her magic had never been weaker. She fainted more often than normal, her POTS getting worse, and it was during this time that she discovered she loved Loki. She always had loved Loki. But this was the most real thing she had ever felt, and she couldn't do anything with it, because he was gone.
But then he came back one day, a couple months later, and Sigrid swears she's never been so angry in her life. He apologized profusely to her, claiming he needed to get away to stop hurting the people around him, but she didn't care. He left her, and they had promised to never leave each other. He knew she'd mourn him. She called him selfish, and the two didn't speak for another two weeks.
The first time they spoke after that, he told her he loved her. She told him she loved him. He promised he'd never leave her again.
The rest is history.
A year later, the two got married, a wedding that some supported and some did not. Many people still thought Loki was a monster and that he would never change. But those who really knew him knew that wasn't the case.
Their marriage was filled with such joy and happiness for the both of them. They brought out the best in one another, and Sigrid helped people see that Loki wasn't the monster they all thought he was. Sigrid had never been happier, and it was quite obvious to everyone. The girls who used to tease her in school now bowed down to her as their princess, and the boys that bullied her now wished they had her.
And Loki. Sigrid thought Loki looked better the older he got. When his hair reached his shoulders, she was a goner. He was so handsome, and it seemed that the rest of the kingdom had started to notice too. Palace workers would tell him it was "alright if he needed a break from his wife," and shoot a wink his way. Sigrid would have to excuse herself to simmer off, but Loki would remind her just how devoted he was to her every night.
After a couple years of being married, Sigrid found out she was pregnant. She had kept waking up sick, and sure enough, it's because she was expecting. Loki had been overjoyed, terrified, but overjoyed. Sigrid didn't think she could love her husband more, but the promise of him being a father left a flutter in her stomach she didn't know she could have.
They had already begun prepping their nursery, keeping it as gender neutral as possible, as they wouldn't discover the babies gender until they were born. Sigrid found a new hobby in making her old baby clothes, and Loki would hold her belly and sing to her every night. She was living in a bubble of bliss.
But every bubble pops at some point.
Thor and Loki had heard about the threat of Ragnarok, and at first Sigrid didn't believe in it, but then Loki and Thor returned from a place called Sakaar and informed her that it was very real, and definitely going to happen. While they were in Sakaar, their sister Hela, whom none of them knew about, had totally taken over Asgard, and had even kept Sigrid hostage in the castle. Sigrid was surprised Hela didn't kill her, but she also knew she was being used as leverage to get the princes back to Asgard.
Those few days where she was under Hela's control in Asgard were Sigrid's own personal hell, literally. She was paraded around like a prize, dangling over the Asgardian's heads. Heimdall came to her rescue, sneaking in one night and taking her with him, where they sought safety with the other Asgardian's.
The next day, Thor came back with Banner and Valkyrie, and Sigrid started to worry when Loki wasn't with them. Especially since Hela's army of the dead and her massive dog, Fenrir, were surrounding them on the bridge. But Loki did show up, he showed up on a massive ship, and suddenly everything was better.
Sigrid rushed to give him a hug, but he urgently rushed her on the ship, not willing to risk hers and their babies life. Sigrid watched from inside with hundreds of Asgardians as her husband, Thor, and Valkyrie all defeated Hela and Asgard burned to the ground. It was a bittersweet feeling, watching home collapse but also knowing everyone was safe.
Sigrid thought the chaos was over there, finally feeling relieved that they were finally en route to somewhere to rebuild. She was already thinking about her new home wit Loki, what the new nursery would look like. They settled on Earth, but as they were on the way there, they came across an enemy ship.
Sigrid begged and begged Loki not to go check it out with everyone else, but he insisted. She then begged to come with him, but he refused. Any other time he would've loved her companionship, but carrying their child was not something he was willing to put on the line.
Sigrid cried to him to not go, she had a horrible feeling, but he insisted he had to for the good of their people. They told each other they loved each other and kissed goodbye, and he promised he'd be right back.
He promised he'd be right back.
But Loki didn't come back. Loki never came back. Thor came back a different man, and all he could utter was that Loki was gone. Sigrid felt a type of pain she hadn't ever felt in her life. Even when she thought Loki was dead the first time, it had never felt this way. She thinks it's because a part of her always knew he was never dead, but she knew this was real. Even as she screamed at Thor and told him he was faking it, she knew it was real.
While Thor and Loki were confronting Thanos in the first place, several of Thanos' "children," as he called them, killed hundreds of Asgardian's, and only about a hundred made it out alive.
Thor had found them in Norway, and he came with Loki's body. Sigrid had shook her husband and wailed at him to wake up, to stop playing tricks. It wasn't funny. This wasn't the time to joke.
But it was no joke.
A few short months later, Sigrid gave birth to their daughter without him. Sigrid took one look at their daughter and decided to name her Frigga, after Loki's mother whom he loved dearly.
Frigga became the light in Sigrid's life that she had been missing, though she wished more than anything that Loki was there with her. She found him everywhere; in the wind and the way it put a breeze in her hair, in the green hue of the mountains surrounding their new home, New Asgard as they called it, and in the rain, Loki's favorite weather.
Sigrid found her days spent distracting herself with baking. She decided, not long after she had Frigga, to open a bakery in town, just a couple blocks from her home. Thor decided to live with her and Frigga, offering support that Sigrid was endlessly grateful for.
She, and the rest of her people, picked her life back up piece by piece. Her bakery flourished, Frigga was happy, and she slowly started to properly mourn her husband, taking forever to fully accept that he was gone. She visited his grave everyday and talked to him, it brought her peace. Once Frigga was old enough to understand, she brought her with her.
Frigga knew her father to be a hero. Her uncle and her mother did a great job painting that picture for her, and she went to school and bragged about him. Frigga inherited everything about him. She had his long, black hair and piercing blue eyes, and, much to her mothers awe and dismay, his magic.
The first sign she had Loki's magic was when she could turn inanimate objects into snakes. Sigrid had screamed, and then laughed, thrilled that her daughter had her father's magic touch. Now, at age eight, she was able to shape-shift into small animals herself. She could also make herself invisible, manipulate other objects, and read peoples memories with the touch of her hand on their head. Just like her father.
Frigga followed her mother to the bakery everyday that she didn't have school. She had become quite the baker herself, and Sigrid loved having her help.
Today was no different, it was a Friday and Frigga had run to her mothers bakery as soon as she got out of school. Sigrid let her bake some brownies before starting on her homework, and then it was homework before she could help again.
Sigrid had spent the day making various cakes before her daughter had come. Now that she had sent Frigga off to her designated desk in the back to do homework, she was going to start on some lemon bars. The store had been running slow today, and with no customer in sight she had decided to make some treats to pass the time.
She was really feeling pop music recently, and had it blasting through the store as she worked, powder fresh on her face. She was singing along to the newest song on her shuffle when she realized she needed more sugar, running to fetch some from the back.
While she was back there she made sure Frigga was on track with her homework, receiving an annoyed scoff from her daughter. She just rolled her eyes and lightly tapped her on the head before moving back out to her baking table.
She heard the bell ring on her front door, signaling customers, and she hollered at them that she'd be right out. She was almost finished cutting up another lemon, when she heard them start to talk. She could make out three separate voices, a woman with an accent, a man with no accent who mentioned key lime pie, and finally...
Sigrid stopped her motions all together, almost cutting herself with her knife. That third voice was one she hadn't heard in almost nine years, but one that she could surely recognize in a crowd of millions. It was deep, sultry, and had a thick accent. It was the voice she had fallen utterly in love with. And as if no time had passed between the last time she heard that voice and now, it carried her towards it like a magnet.
She scrambled to reach the front of the shop, her skin feeling icy hot and her heart hammering in her chest. She reached the front counter and her throat went dry. When was the last time she had a POTS spell?
As she looked up she was gasping for air, and her vision was going blurry. But she'd recognize those eyes, that hair, anywhere. She felt a tear roll down her face.
"Loki?"
She fainted.
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islassour · 2 months ago
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luke castellan x reader angst plsss
ofc. 🫡
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you should've come over.
luke castellan x reader
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you always thought of that day that luke had left camp to serve kronos. you thought that you would've changed his mind if you didn't have that argument over him sneaking out, you really, really regretted everything you'd said. did he regret it too? only the gods above would know.
it trailed back into your head everyday as you passed by the hermes cabin, it was a bit more quiet and less hyper-active as it was. you missed the sound of them messing around and their stupid pillow fights they'd have almost every day.
"do you understand how worried i was?!" you whisper-shouted as you walked along the forest trail. it was only a month ago now.
'you need to chill out," luke rolled his eyes. "i got back here just fine, it was a little bit of fun thats it."
"it might have been, but i was genuinely gonna freak and go ask connor where you were at, and i really do not like that kid." you stated bluntly.
"can't you just come over to my cabin and i'll make it up to you? please?" he pleaded, his tone etched with annoyance.
"unlike you, i don't break the camp rules." you mumbled, glancing at him softly. "we'll just talk about this tomorrow, besides the celebrations on for percy-"
"oh my fucking gods. percy this, percy that, can you please stop talking about this kid?" he groaned again as he stopped in his tracks.
"what has gotten into you recently?" you took a step towards him with a mixture of concern and anger on your expression. "you've been really strange ever since you came back from your quest and its killing me not knowing whats up with you."
"oh come on, are you really that paranoid on everything?" he grunted with his hand running through his hair. "just- just please act like your not upset with me, not tonight."
"what makes this so different to any other night?" you scoffed. "don't make up stupid excuses cause you know i'm right."
"just stop getting so worried!" he snapped, immediate regret on his expression. "shit- i'm sorry, i really am-"
"what the fuck is up your ass?!" you yelled as your arms flew into the air for a split second. "you know- ugh forget it. i'll speak to you in the morning."
"no come on, don't do this." he shook his head, taking your forearm into his hand as he tried to tug you back. "please i really am sorry."
"your apologies don't mean anything to me right now." you scowled, you could tell he meant it but you were angry and upset.
"please." he begged, he acted as if he wouldn't be here ever again.
"goodnight, luke, i will see you in the morning." you growled, the passive aggressive tone in your voice thick.
little did you know, it really was the last day he would step foot in camp. and your heart ached, to hear his soothing words and feel his kind hands again.
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kikyoupdates · 5 months ago
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⭑˚💘⭑ bnha x f!reader
reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn
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Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?
00 — prologue 01 — beloved 02 — pastel heart 03 — new class cutie 04 — lover boy 05 — sweet & spicy 06 — sugar cheeks 07 — freckles 08 — win their hearts 09 — divine presence 10 — overtake them all 11 — pretty hurts 12 — two of a kind 13 — princess of mischief 14 — mesmerizing 15 — the charmed 16 — wondrous beauty 17 — blessed by the gods 18 — cherry lips 19 — cats are great20 — chicken nuggets 21 — drunk on love 22 — affectionate storm 23 — simply lovely 24 — boyfriends 25 — like a butterfly 26 — disillusioned 27 — aesthete 28 — serendipity 39 — love trumps all 30 — enchanting 31 — chance meetings 32 — no love 33 — serene 34 — sun kissed 35 — melting gaze 36 — exquisite 37 — tainted beauty 38 — whispers in the night 39 — beautiful torment 40 — revered 41 — helpless little lamb 42 — a friend's hand 43 — flickering flame 44 — the gods must be crazy 45 — saccharine 46 — new home 47 — strengthened desires 48 — song of voice 49 — progress 50 — love you a latte 51 — center of attention 52 — thriving devotion 53 — graceful rescues 54 — disagreements 55 — a troubling feeling 56 — long overdue 57 — friends once more 58 — better than a kiss 59 — sowing the seeds 60 — instant defeat 61 — golden gaze 62 — love's in the cards 63 — humorous introduction 64 — repressed emotinos 65 — a discovery 66 — violent embrace 67 — arisen 68 — newfound appreciation 69 — shackled by pain 70 — infiltration 71 — the meaning of fear 72 — ghost-like beauty 73 — misguided love 74 — the raid's aftermath
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ohumokay · 5 months ago
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Heyyy guys...
I was rereading the description for Wrath of the Triple Goddess and it said something about old and new friends...
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Jason Grace cameo???
Edit: I'm saying this because this part of PJO takes place before TOA. Unfortunately, I'm not suggesting resurrection (tho I have many characters that I would love coming back), just an appearance set before his death 😿
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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 5 months ago
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We all know Annabeth is a stalker, that she loves to spy on the boys in their bedrooms and showers (a boy she barely tolerates, no less). So I imagine that because Annabeth has a major crush on him and because he physically couldn't leave Camp Half-Blood except for one day out of the entire year (for five years), Luke had it 1000x worse.
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darkacademicvibes · 6 months ago
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Will You Promise?
Travis x Fem!Reader
Request: can you do a Travis Stoll fiction or blurb and make it with a female reader who's a daughter of Hera please?
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"You've never had a snow day?" Travis asks quietly in surprise, lifting his head from your bunk pillow, and you shush him with a quiet giggle as Hailey shifts in her bed on the other side of the room.
You shake your head, "no, never" you admit quietly. Travis huffs, shuffling closer under your covers, wrapping his arms tighter around you.
"I'll pray to the gods for some snow for you, then" he teases in a soft whisper as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder. Maybe his prayers would be answered, it was winter after all.
Winter... camp was over for those that had outside homes, but that wasn't you, or Travis.
Hailey groans, stretching as she turns over, and both you and Travis hold your breath, laughing quietly as the oldest Hera daughter returns to her snoring.
Travis' fingers slip under your night shirt - a band tee you'd stolen from him - to trace shapes along the skin on your stomach. He hums softly, placing kisses along your shoulder as he presses closer. "You okay?" You mumble, and he nods as he relaxes against you, smiling like a dork.
"Yknow I love you?" He mumbles and you smile, pecking his lips, "I love you too" you whisper. His grin only grows.
"M'gonna marry you one day" he grumbles, closing his eyes as he gets comfortable, yawning.
You smile yourself, "yeah? Will you promise?" You tease, you mean it jokingly, of course. He doesn't.
"Promise you, m'gonna marry you one day" he repeats, "call you my wife so often you'll forget your own name" he teases, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
You don't mind the idea.
"You're a dork" you decide to say, he hums, your legs tangled together. "Yup."
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There's a letter waiting on Travis' pillow when you return from the snow day, he'd dragged you all over camp to enjoy the snow together, and it was finally time to shower and head off the the pavilion for dinner.
"Who's it from?" You ask from his shower, he enters the bathroom, slipping into the shower and placing kisses along his shoulder. "No one, I just have to help with the strawberry fields tomorrow, help clear the snow n'all" he mumbles, his hands settling in your hair as he begin to wash it for you.
When you both leave for dinner, the letter is tucked away in his nightstand drawer beside the very thing he'd been hiding from you. Your mother's seal in golden wax broken, scrawled in soft curly hand writing is her letter to your boyfriend of two years.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰.
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