#micheal yew

[haleingstorm]

What ever you do don't think about Pollux breaking all the mirrors in his cabin because he couldn't stand seeing his brother's face looking back at him.

What ever you do don't think about Connor Stoll stepping up to the head counselor role even though he was far too young for it because Travis couldn't handle it alone.

What ever you do don't think about Micheal Yew trying to always keep a smile on his face even when he was breaking apart on the inside because that was what Lee always did. Don't think about Will Solace who tries to be louder, angrier because Micheal always was. Who smiles though the pain because if he lets himself grief for even a moment he wouldn't ever stol

What ever you do don't think about how much Clarisse hates herself for staying back. Don't think about a Clarisse that knows every single Aphrodite and Apollo kid by name because the dead can not forgive her.

What ever you do don't think about Percy blaming himself for every death. Don't think about Annabeth who hates that she wasn't strong enough.

What ever you do don't think about the fact that these are CHILDREN who fought in a war.

What ever you do don't think about who had to die to make them the heroes that they are today.

[pain-is-too-tired]

I'm thinking about the Apollo Cabin and crying again y'all fdhdg

Just thinking about Little Will struggling to find a talent that fits with his other siblings, watching them ace Archery and Music no problem, and feeling really self-conscious about it.

Lee making the decision to have him shadow Michael in the infirmary and Michael immediately being taking him under his wing.

First time Will's healing abilities show up Will's confused as to what had just happened but Michael is pumped. Lee practically could see him glowing when they meet back for dinner Michael's so proud.

Anytime anyone even tries to talk down to Will about his lack of Archery or Music expertise like his siblings Michael has to be held back from throwing hands. Especially cause he knows Will takes it to heart.

After BoM, Will's self confidence plummets due to losing his biggest support system and having to take care of so many lives on his own. It doesn't really start to build back up until Nico starts noticing and helps him through it.

[i-still-got-love-for-you]

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Pairing: Past Luke Castellan x daughter of Aphrodite!reader

Instagram SMAU

Part 1

A/N: Hellooooo and good morning/afternoon. i wanted to toy with the idea of the character and reader getting together rather than being in a relationship. Part 2 out next week!

pageantsmile

playing Forever & Always by Taylor Swift

hanging out with laruetheday>>>>

-comments-

laruetheday: it was sooo pretty omg

-> pageantsmile: not as pretty as you 😘

tstole: let’s just ignore the song choice ig?

-> pageantsmile: what do *you* know about taylor swift?

redlipclassic: so my invite just shredded itself???

-> laruetheday: you were with your BoYfRiEnD

-> redlipclassic: shut up

stealer_of_hearts

playing imgonnagetyouback by Taylor Swift

looking back at the past, i made a mistake

-comments-

tstole: bold move dude

-> cstole: REALLY bold move

wise_girl: come on luke that’s desperate

redlipclassic: didn’t you cheat on her????

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redlipclassic

laruetheday telling me and pageantsmile the ☕️

-comments-

pageantsmile: PIPING HOT TEA SIS THABKS

-> laruetheday: just doing my part to serve tea and cunt

-> chrissyro: marry me please

-> laruetheday: no. hope this helps 🫶

seaweedbrain: tea? where?

-> redlipclassic: not that it’s any of your business, but ask Annie to check the gc

pageantsmile

playing hoax by Taylor Swift

waking up in the morning, thinking about so many things

-comments-

redlipclassic: i just wish thing would get better

-> redlipclassic: oh shit the song- IM ON MY WAY GIRL

laruetheday: WEVE TALKING ABOUT THIS AT LENGTH PLEASE DO NOT

katie_flower: you look gorgeous, drop the routine ✨

stealer_of_hearts

playing i miss you, i’m sorry by Gracie Abrams

-comments-

michealyew: off topic but nice jawline bro

-> stealer_of_hearts: thanks dude

tstole: ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE

-> cstole: THIS WILL NEVER WORK

pageantsmile: …

-> cstole: WHAT. HOW. WHAT

-> chrissyro: it’s the jawline i’m telling you

pageantsmile

now playing august by Taylor Swift

contractually required beach episode, will return to regularly scheduled plot tmrw

-comments-

laruetheday: so you’ll invite silena but not me? FAKE FRIEND

-> redlipclassic: she didn’t invite me…

-> laruetheday: but she hates the beach if she goes alone?

cstole: WE KNEW IT

-> tstole: LUKES A FUCKING G

stealer_of_hearts

@ da beach with da boys

-comments-

michealyew: that doesn’t look like a boy…

chrissyro: there ain’t no boys at that beach bro

tstole: bffr dude

cstole: he really thought he could fool us

laruetheday: OHHHHHH WAIT I GET IT NOW

-> redlipclassic: thank god

queen_of_hearts

playing This Love by Taylor Swift

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[ramen8008]

I've seen some fair share of fanart where Percy is covered with Tattoos.

If Sally allowed it these are the tattoos I think Percy would get

Fire or hammer or a mix. Something of that sort for Charles Beckendorf. The hero who was never supposed to die

Stars, a constellation one of Zoe Nightshades. For failing her when he was the first guy she trusted in millennials.

A toy that Bianca had picked up with a skull, maybe some black or with the words "I promised". For the girl who never got to know her heritage and the boy who lost himself with his sister.

Flowers, or maybe a mirror covered in some. For Selina Beauregard, the girl who died a hero.

A bow and arrow or maybe a falling bridge, for Micheal Yew who fell as the Percy destroyed the bridge.

And then maybe something that symbolizes rebellion against the Gods. Something for himself and the sympathy for the ones who went against the Gods when they were abandoned and hurt.

The sky, for Bob, small Bob and Damasen who will one day see it again.

Lightening, one with the symbol of both camp half-blood and SPQR, for the friend who belonged to both. Someone for whom Percy would be proud to wear the symbol of Lightening.

[cosmicpancakes]

I finally finished this omg!!

TW: graphic depictions of death and stuff, character death, mental breakdowns/panic attacks, stuff like that

Without further ado, here's the oneshot I wrote about that one time Lee Fletcher died lol

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Tap, tap, tap.

His foot bounced up and down, tapping the tiled floor repeatedly. His nails were bitten to stumps. Will was pretty sure he was going crazy.

He couldn't just leave the infirmary, he knew that, but there had to be something he could do. The infirmary is empty. Even if it wasn't, his sister could easily handle it. He was no help here.

Scratch that. He needed to leave.

Shooting arrows is out of the question, but maybe he could steal a dagger from the infirmary. A spear, a sword- Anything he could use to help with out there. Ritika was already in the infirmary, she could handle an injured person! She was one of the oldest in the cabin anyway, and more skilled than he could ever be. She wouldn't notice if he sneaked away.

The office chair squeaked as it got wheeled back. He couldn't leave through the front, so looking around, he made sure his sister couldn't see him and then opened the window just wide enough for him to jump in the bushes behind the big house.

It hurt. His arms were covered in scratches, painting them an inflamed pink and his knees were stained with a mixture of soil and grass. A wince escaped his lips. He half crawled, half ran out of the Bush and started running towards the armoury.

It was only when he made his way in front of the big house that he realised the severity of the situation. Campers and monsters ran around, littering the green field with scattered arrows and golden dust. Screams and slashes rang in his ears. After a few seconds, his eyes locked onto the armoury just across the canoe lake bridge, and he made a run for it.

Narrowly avoiding monster claws and spears thrown in his direction, Will made his way across the wooden bridge. The planks wobbled beneath his feet until he finally made it to the other side. Greenery got flattened under him as he approached the armoury. It was a medium-sized wooden shed right next to the looming arena.

Shutting the door behind him, he stumbled through the arsenal until he found a decently functional long sword. It was heavier than he anticipated, seeing as he'd never actually held a sword before, but he didn't exactly have time to dwell on that. Just as quickly as he entered, Will made his way out and through the North woods.

This was where the fighting originated, where the monsters first emerged so he knew this was where he would be able to help the most. He could be useful for once. His legs ached, pulsating from the lactic acid build up but he knew he couldn't stop. He ran and ran, and continued running until he reached the labyrinth.

The fighting next to the big house was child's play compared to this. There wasn't a single patch of grass not covered in blood, weapons, or monsters. Corpses of both creatures and demigods were scattered throughout. His eyes moved about frantically, trying to find something he could fight and reasonably win against.

Lee.

His brother was in a small clearing between a few trees just to Will's left. He wasn't a monster, but leaving him alone would just make things worse, right? He sprinted towards him. Lee seemed to be shooting monsters from afar, helping campers on the main battlefield without putting himself in too much danger. It was a smart strategy, one only he could come up with. He was always the smart one, after all. Will was limping from the pain as he approached him, and when they locked eyes, both their eyes widened.

"Oh my Gods- Will! What are you doing here?" He yelled, his words still laced with concern despite trying to scold him. He felt a sense of shame bubble up in his throat.

"I... I couldn't just stay in the infirmary the entire time! I needed to help somehow, I couldn't stand being there doing nothing while people were dying!" He shouted back, his voice hoarse with the sound of sorrow. Lee's eyebrows furrowed.

"I told you to stay in the infirmary for a reason- and what are you doing with that sword? You can't even use it! You're going to seriously hurt yourself." He insisted, dropping his bow and facing him directly.

"I can help! I promise, just give me a chance!" He tried to point the sword towards his brother, but his already exhausted limbs gave out. The sword fell towards him, slashing the arm he was holding it with, and clinked to the ground.

Will yelped, instinctively grabbing the gash with his other hand. Crimson stained his freckled skin as he stood there in shock.

"No no no no no- This is why I didn't want you out here," He ran towards him, softly cupping his face. "Will. Look at me. You need to go back, okay? Ritika will take care of you, but you can't be out here." Lee's voice wavered as their eyes met. He ran his calloused thumb over his little brother's flushed cheek, wiping away tears that would never have been there if he just listened to him for once.

The quiet didn't last for long, though. His brother's head turned to their right as the thudding of too-large footsteps rapidly approached them. It took Lee too long to recognise that it was a hellhound running towards them.

"Just go!" He pleaded, his back turned as he frantically picked up his bow back up. His fingers expertly pulled the string back, arrow steady as he prepared to let go.

Crunch.

The hellhound ran past him, Front paw bloody, making its way for the crowded field. It didn't even see Will.

Something splattered on him. Like when Connor does a canon ball in the creek, and water covers him head to toe.

It was dripping from his face. His shirt was drenched.

... It was blood.

Lee was on the ground.

He wasn't moving.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Where is he?

He slowly made his way to him.

He shook his shoulders.

"Lee?"

More blood gushed out of where his neck was supposed to be. It pooled below him.

"Lee, wake up."

He shook his shoulders again.

"I'm sorry for distracting you."

His brother's t-shirt quickly turned from bright orange to a deep red. The only way you could tell it was him was the medic badge he so proudly displayed on his armour.

He wasn't a medic this time. He wanted to fight.

Will wanted to fight too.

Is that why he fell?

"Lee."

His hands were glowing. Flickering? His hands glowed when he healed people. Shallow wounds. Made them wake up.

They flickered. He wasn't healing yet.

It's okay.

He'll wake up.

His hands, still flickering with a soft glow, hovered over where his head should be. Scattered remains of a shattered cranium and pieces of torn cerebrum decorated the pool of blood like lily pads and algae on the surface of the lake. He tried scooping them in one place. His hands were red. Bright, bright red. Dark red. Lumpy. With bits in it. Sharp bits. Small little bits of brain.

Flicker.

flicker flicker flicker

wake up

wake up

lee im sorry

wake up

please

im sorry

There's screaming. Did those words come out? Did Lee hear them? Screaming. There's screaming.

"...-WILL!" He screamed. Will didn't look back to see who it was. "Will, what are you?-"

screaming

he sobbed

who?

"Lee- Lee, oh my-" He sobbed. He couldn't breathe. Who was yelling? "Will please, we can't- I can't lose you too, we need to-"

He didn't take his eyes off his brother.

flicker flicker flicker

wake up

Arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him. He fought. He fought so hard.

"Let me go! Let me- I need to-" He scratched them. He scratched the arms. Did they draw blood? He couldn't tell. Everything was already so

so

red

Bite. Scratch. Scratch.

They let go.

He fell back down. His hands weren't glowing anymore.

Or maybe they were?

He couldn't tell. Too much red.

A voice wept behind him. It grabbed him. The arms. The arms grabbed him again.

they wouldn't let go

he needs to fix him

why wouldn't he let go?

He was dragging him at this point. He fought so hard. Why didn't they let go this time? Doesn't he understand? He needs to heal him. He needs to fix him.

He lost track of where he was. There were no monsters. He could hear them, muffled as they may be, but they weren't there.

His vision was too blurry, too red to make out the details. Wooden walls again. Swords. Spears.

Bows.

He was clinging to someone. His red, sticky hands stained their shirt. One hand was going through his hair. Another hand was holding him.

Where was he?

Where's Lee?

There was blood running down his face again. So much blood.

Tears.

Not blood. Tears?

He couldn't breathe.

he couldn't breathe

"C'mon, breathe, breathe-" He whimpered, his voice shaking. He was crying too. "We'll- we'll fix him, okay? Shhh, breathe, breathe-"

His heart thumped, and thumped, and thumped and he still couldn't breathe

flicker flicker flicker

it's so red

"No no, shhh- I need to-" The arms shook. Their breath hitched. "It's nearly over, I need to go and help them- Just keep breathing, okay?"

flicker

"Stay here, okay? I'll- I'll come back."

Micheal left him.

He sat against the wall, unmoving. Unblinking.

He's gone.

Lee's gone.

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Will tapped his foot against the tiled floor of the infirmary.

Tap, tap, tap.

On the other side of the room, Micheal was stuffing backpacks full of medical supplies. 7 rolls of bandages. 3 rolls of medical tape. 6 bottles of nectar.

"I'm missing something," His brother lamented, thinking.

Will watched him closely.

Tap, tap, tap.

Another war. It's only been a year since-

It's only been a year.

It was worse this time, however. More dire. More deaths. All of them could die, if they don't succeed.

Who knows how long they're gonna be there fighting? A day? A week?

Last time it was 3 hours, from what he was told.

He bit his lip.

"Hey Lee, could you pass me the necta-"

Micheal slapped his hands over his mouth, shaking his head. He's gone.

Will stopped looking at him.

His hands were red again. Covered in blood.

His hands never stopped being red; They only ever got bloodier.

Tap, tap, tap.

[sleepy-starrynight]

It would be cool to have like, a book series similar to HoO with the multiple pov's but instead of The Seven or Nico or Reyna, it's the older campers, like Silena, Charles, Clarisse, Chris, Lee, Micheal, the Stoll's, even Luke? Maybe even Will or Thalia? And the stories are like, what was happening in camp half-blood during Percy's quests.

Imagine if we get their pov's of the battle of the labyrinth and battle of Manhattan.

Imagine we get more depth of Luke's relationships with the other campers.

Imagine the Will Solace and Cabin 7 angst.

Imagine the Silena angst.

[ganeshpnf]

Hey guys, I think I have an illness of imagining epic scenes in pjo 😭 Silly alternative but the end of "Get in the Water" gives me the vibe of Percy almost drowning in hoo and developing the fear. What if he imagined his friends, alive or dead, like Odysseus did?

"You can relax, my friend..."

Him remembering Michael Yew first, since he always felt guilty for his death.

Beckendorf...

Annabeth and imagining he is in her arms for a brief second. Because the only thing that can relax him in that moment was to imagen her.

And all of his death friends' voices echo in his mind, he sees them and feels them as he struggles 🥺

Help-

[goldrushenthusiast]

“What if Nico & Will find Jason?” “What if they find Micheal?”

What if they find Luke.

What if they find Luke, the traitor, the hero, the man who got so many killed and yet saved thousands.

What if they find him before he rebirths? What if what if what if what if they find Luke. It’d be perfect.

[freyapoststhings]

Crying thinking about Travis stoll becoming head counselor at 12. Crying as I think of him seeing Luke in himself.

Crying thinking about silena thinking the devil of herself as she led the Ares cabin like an angel.

Crying thinking of poor Micheal yew, who knew he was going to die that day and could only hope that none of his siblings saw his demise.

Crying thinking about will solace trying to explain through tears to 11 year old Kayla and 10 year old Austin that Mikey isn't coming home.

Crying thinking of Malcolm pace being temporary head counselor because Annabeth is injured and feeling terrified for his safety and every other camper.

Crying thinking of drew Tanaka who most likely witnessed her dear sister dying and having to take on leadership as a 12/13 year old.

Crying thinking about Clarisse la rue blaming herself for being stubborn and indirectly causing Silena's death.

Crying thinking about Connor stoll finding out his mentor and brother is a traitor. Then loses him. Imagine how he felt when he lost Travis too.

[chbsnooze]

Not demigods actually having to peak in high school

[haleingstorm]

Will was tiny growing up. Right up until he hit puberty and he shot up like a weed. He always told Micheal and Lee that he would be taller than both of them. Lee promised to smuggle him a whole case of soda if he grew taller than both of them. And hide him from Micheal. He measured himself every single week after he turned 11 just waiting.

It was two months after the end of BOTL that he realized he was taller than Micheal. He didn't comment on it.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Pjo Characters based off things me and/or my mom said

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Leo:I want what he's having

Piper:Probably a breakdown

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Blackjack: I know you're not gonna eat donuts in front of me

Percy:not in front of you

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Kayla:jokingly Do you know how to march?

Austin:stares in band kid Oh boy do I know how to march!

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Lee:texting from passenger seat Stuck in traffic

Michael:rude.

Michael:run him over

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Nico:how did I get so mean?

Will:Trauma

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Annabeth:Cause she has money?

Percy:bitch

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Leo:exuse me, that's my stim

Jason:oh sorry

[aria-upside-down]

Constantly crying over the Apollo kids and all the siblings they lost. They lost so many. (Especiqlly Lee Fletcher at the moment)

[beuatifulbuttercup]

i’m just saying that if we don’t get a bunch of cameos from other camp half-blood campers in sea of monsters they should just cancel the show

[a-french-coconut]

Leeluke

Camp is… well it’s a lot of things. 

It’s great, the safest place of earth, perhaps maybe Olympus but they’re not allowed there- once again a proof that gods don’t care about them and why should they take it, why let them use them as pawns in their cruel games- excepts for specials occasions, for demigods like him, Annabeth, Lee. It’s great to settle in one place after years of moving around in the country. It’s great to sleep without one eye open, without tensing at every noise in the darkness, hands rapidly reaching for a weapon. It’s great to fit in, to find people like him. 

Luke is truly happy when he sees Annabeth hanging out with the Stolls, when she rants about architecture and mathematics to her older sister, Helena, who listens to her with a wide smile, entertaining her more than Luke himself never could. He’s even happier to spend lazy afternoons in the strawberry fields with his wonderful boyfriend, Lee, or teaming up with him to destroy Castor and Pollux at volley ball. 

Those are nice aspects of Camp Half-Blood, the ones Luke wouldn’t trade for anything (“is that so ?” croons his voice, echoing in his mind. He doesn’t listen.) 

Then, well no place is without faults. Since Kylie left for college one month ago, Luke has officially taken up the mantle of head counsellor of Cabin 11. Which is a very good thing because bless his sister’s soul but she had nothing of a leader. Weak-willed, soft, easily swayed by whines, unwilling to stand her ground for hot water privileges and careless about cabin inspection. She might have been a good thief, an excellent one even, but it’s all she inherited from their father, Hermes. Not an ounce of manipulation in her, not a speck of stubbornness. The cabin was a mess when he arrived three years ago, and while it’s still is, there’s now a semblance of order in the anarchy. Thanks to him, of course. (“You could do so much better than rotting here, for ungrateful gods” he hums. “so much potential, wasted.”) 

It’s him that’s been making sure that scraped at least a two, bribing whoever was doing the inspection with smuggled goods, promises of alliances at Capture the Flag or simply a good old threat. 

It’s Luke that greeted the new campers, flashing them a smile and stealing some essentials from the camp shop as a welcome gift. Make sure everybody ate, showered and got back safe and sound at night ? Luke, frantically counting every head, every 25 campers living under Cabin 11’s roof. Place to sleep ? Him again, laying sleeping bags on the floor’s most clean patches, because all of them do not fit in the 14 beds of the cabin. 

Coordinating with Lee, to make sure none of his campers die from a food allergic reaction ? Still him, noting down with care Chris’ incapacity to eat raspberries or Joelle’s distaste towards chocolate. 

All in all, he is familiar with his new duties when Kylie pats him on the shoulder, wishing him good luck before dashing out of Camp, the Grey’s taxi waiting for her. He doesn’t expect things to change much, apart from attending counsellors’ meetings. And now that he’s part of the group, maybe he can convince Chiron to let him extend the cabin. He doesn’t understand why Kylie didn’t ask the old trainer, surely he would accept. (“So much misplaced faith.” The titan laughs, lurking in his thoughts. “How much time before you understand ? They don’t care about your kind, demigod.”) 

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“No ?” He repeats, incredulity lacing his voice, as he watches Chiron sighs tiredly after he denied his request. “Chiron, with summer coming, there’s bound to be new demigods and the cabin is already so crowded we can hardly breath !”  

“My dear boy, I’m afraid there is nothing we can do about that, except wait for the gods to claim their children.” The centaur patiently says, with a monotone voice, as he spewed out for the hundredth time the same speech. “The other gods would not take kindly such a change, they might see it as demonstration of superiority from your father.” 

He’s gotta be kidding. Right ? Gods cannot be that shallow, they can’t be so vain as to be bothered by that. (“they don’t deserve to rule this world, let us fix that.” He whispers and Luke might think he’s right.) “Chiron, there’s 25 kids in the cabin right now. Five, including myself and Chris because it’s obvious he’s my brother, are Hermes’ kids. The other twenties are either unclaimed or children from minor gods, like Ethan and Alabaster. Some of the unclaimed have been here for months. Samantha can grow plants, Martin can shapeshitft, it’s clear who their parents are.” 

“What’s your point Luke ?” Theo, counsellor of Ares, speaks up. “Just deal with it, like Kylie used to.” 

“Kylie didn’t do shit.” He hisses at the boy who scowls. “And my point is that either the gods claim their kids or I’m doing something about it, whether they like it or not.” 

“You can’t go against the gods like that, Luke.” Brianna frowns, picking nervously her nails while looking at the roof. “They aren’t going to like it.” 

“Then what ?” He snaps at the daughter of Aphrodite who recoils and refuse to meet his gaze. “What do I do Brianna ? Nothing ? I let my siblings sleep on the floor ? I let the cabin goes to absolute shit ? Mhhh ? What do you suggest ? What do you all suggest ?” He scans his crowd, all six counselors and Chiron.  He can’t believe them, cannot believe the leniency , the lack of upsetting in front of their situation. 

Why don’t they care ? Why are they happy with being stuck here, afraid of saying the wrong things, afraid of getting cursed because they hurt the pride of those gods ? (“And don’t you want to fix that ? I can help you overthrown them. I can bring you justice.”) 

It’s Chiron that answers him. “Mr. Castellan, you must understand that the issues you are addressing cannot be solved. Not by the way you are proposing. I’m afraid you have to find another solution.” 

The underlying warning is clear. He can’t go against the gods (“Oh, you can.” The titan whispers.). Is this why Kylie didn’t do anything ? Did she try like him and got the same answer ? If so, he can understand why she quit. No that he’ll do the same, by the gods no.  He’s done letting them dictate his life, dictate Halcyon Green and Thalia’s life. 

(“Tell me your plan.”) 

He flashes Chiron a thin smile. “Will do, Chiron. Now if all of you don’t mind, I gotta go. Biggest cabin to run and all that stuff.” He dashes out of the room before they can stop him. 

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A war between gods. 

A full blow-out conflict that will inevitably bring demigods into the fight. (“There are always casualties in grand changes like this.” ) He doesn’t want his friends to get hurt. (“I can make sure they will be safe.”) 

He needs to think about it. (“When you realize I am the best choice, call upon me. I will be there, waiting.”)

Luke’s not naive. If there is any chance those he cares about come out unscathed of the war looming on the horizon, if he accepts the titan’s offer, they must be on his side. And there’s the catch, he’s not sure they’ll follow him. 

Annabeth won’t, she’s too obsessed with the idea of pleasing her mother and sees Chiron as a paternal figure. 

In his cabin… He can convince the unclaimed, the minor gods’ children and some, if not all of his siblings. 

“Hey.” A voice, Lee’s, says behind him, and soon enough, his boyfriend’s head in on his lap. “Hannah told me about the meeting.”

Luke scoffs, looking down to meet Lee’s face. “I can’t wait for you to be counselor after summer. At least someone there is going to fucking care except me.” 

Lee frowns and Luke is once again hit by how little he looks like a son of Apollo. Brown curly hair instead of blond, green forest eyes instead of blue, Lee Fletcher takes everything after his mother. That’s until you see him with a bow, shooting five to six arrows at the same time. “Nobody even tried to help you ? Really ? That sucks.” His boyfriend grins at him. “Don’t worry, next fall I’ll back you up.” 

Luke laughs and leans down to give him a quick kiss. “Thanks Sunshine but I’m afraid the two of us aren’t going to change things around here. We need, I don’t know, something more radical.” 

“Radical ?” Lee raises his eyebrow, tilting his head with an amused smile. “It’s not like we can riot against the gods, Luke.” 

“Why not though ? How else can we make them understand ?” 

“Luke, my love.” Lee replies with worry. “It would get people hurt, our friends and siblings hurt. I’m all for making changes but I’m drawing a line at getting those I love hurt.” Lee cups his face, fingers dancing softly on his skin. “I’ll die before letting all of you close to danger.” He kisses him slightly, his lips have a sweet taste of strawberry, probably because Apollo had strawberry picking earlier in the morning. Not that Luke is complaining. “So drop the idea of rebellion or whatever, okay ?” Lee says when he pulls back. “It’s no good.” 

“Everything you want Sunshine, I’ll do it.” Luke relents, mindlessly playing with his boyfriend’s curls. “Anything for you.” 

Maybe with Lee on counselors meeting, it will be enough to do something. There’s no need to provoke a war. Summer is going to be tough but as soon as Hannah leaves in September, Lee will help him. 

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As predicted, summer kicks his ass. Ten more kids came back, increasing the numbers to 35 campers, in a cabin meant to house 15 at best.  

When finally, the forest turns a lovely shade of orange and red, when the summer kids leave, with some of the year rounders going with them, testing their luck in the real world because this one doesn’t care about them, Luke is more than ready to harass the other counsellors until they agree to help him. 

And yet, despite Lee backing him up, despite it being clear that they are living in terrible conditions in Cabin 11, despite all the talk about how they are one big family that should be united, not one counsellor sway on his side. 

Victor from Demeter shrugs when he comes to him, Katie Gardner peeking curiously from behind the cabin’s door, and doesn’t have the will to change things. “We’re good with what we have Luke, maybe you should try that point of view.” He says, more interested in the flowers on his garden than in what Luke has to say. 

Theo from Ares stands his ground, stating that those are Luke’s problems and he should find a way to deal with alone. Behind him, Clarisse La Rue scowls and sharpens her spear, and Luke has a feeling that Theo won’t be counsellor very longer. Good, that guy can die for all he cares. 

Annabeth supports him of course, but she’s eleven and the others don’t take her seriously. Never mind that she’s been there four years, that’s she’s more skilled than any of them, she’s a child and that is all they see. 

Simon from Hephaestus and Brianna aren’t keen on doing something against the will of the gods, and both of them are leaving next year. “Sorry, Luke, but I ain’t going to be here next year so…” Simon shrugs unapologetically. 

And Chiron explains with the same patience and same infuriating tone that it’s not possible to do what Luke wants to do. 

Fine. Fine. 

He tried the nice way. 

“Hey Silena ?” He calls the daughter of Aphrodite. “You have a minute ? I want to talk to you about something. Meet me at the stables in ten minutes. I’m bringing some of my campers.” 

(“You were right, I’m ready to do your plan. There’s no other way.”)

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The following summer, Percy Jackson stumbles across the borders of Camp Half-Blood and by the end of August, Luke poisons him and leaves Camp. 

When Silena tells him that Lee locked himself up for two weeks in his cabin after he learnt about his actions, his heart breaks and doubt seeps his way into his heart. (“He chose his side, Castellan. He’s the enemy now.”Kronos whispers in his mind. “There is no love to hold for a foe.”) 

A fog clouds his brain, blurring all but the fact that Lee chose to stand against him. 

“Just make sure you stay in his good books Silena.” He tells her, ignoring the shock on her face. “It’s all we need from him.” 

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There’s nothing worse than hosting a titan. 

Nothing worse than seeing your body slay demigods, while you are locked away, a spectator to the actions of Kronos.

He’s in New York City, standing on a bridge.  He’s watching demigods fighting on the other side and by the gods, they are losing. 

A hellhound appears out of the shadows, dragging a corpse with him. It’s a boy, an archer with orange t-shirt.

Blond, blood-stained hair, blue eyes looking into the void as the monster eats his flesh. Oh gods, oh by Hermes, please don’t let it- He winces as a supersonic whistle echoes on the river. 

No 

It’s the Apollo Cabin standing on the other side of the bridge, getting slaughtered by the titan army. 

No 

Lee’s there. Lee must be there. 

“I’ll die before letting all of you close to danger.” 

There’s no way Lee left his siblings to fight without him. He has to stop Kronos, he cannot let him cross the bridge. 

(“Your efforts are useless Castellan.” Kronos taunts him. “You cannot stop me.”) 

Thanks the gods, Percy Jackson can, standing his ground against the titan lord, allowing the Apollo Cabin, Lee, to retreat to safety. 

“Percy ! The bridge !” A boy yells from the cables supporting the bridge. “Use your powers !” 

He knows him, Michael Yew. Why is doing that ? There’s no way he can get back on the ground if Percy breaks the bridge. There’s no way Lee would allow him… 

“I’ll die before letting all of you close to danger.”

When Percy breaks the bridge, it isn’t Kronos’ scream of frustration that echoes, but Luke’s scream of grief and pain when he realizes that Lee is dead, and he has now idea how and when. 

He’s granted Elysium.  While he isn’t sure to deserve it, he won’t question the judges’ choice. 

It’s beautiful but vast, how is he going to find Lee in this- 

“What the fuck are you doing here ?” Someone hisses and when he turns back to see who, he faces Michael Yew snarling at him. “You don’t deserve to be here.” 

“The judges deemed it otherwise, Yew.” He replies and the son of Apollo scowls, clearly not agreeing with that decision. “Look, Michael, I’m sorry about-“ 

“Save your breath because I won’t ever forgive you.” Michael cuts him off, still glaring at him. 

“Okay, fair enough.” He concedes. “Can you just tell me-“ 

“You wanna know about Lee, don’t you ?” Michael guesses, and rightfully so. “He would not have wanted to see you anyway.” 

“How did he die ? And when ?” He asks, not picking up on Michael’s formulation. “Please, I- I just need to know if it was quick.” 

Selfishly, he wishes Lee died in some mortal accidents, like a car crash. 

“Last summer, battle of the labyrinth, head caved in by a giant.” Michael says curtly. “Dead because of your stupid war, like a lot of us.” 

“I need to tell him sorry. Can you-“ 

“He’s not here anymore.” Michael interrupts him. “Castor ? Remember him ? He also died at the labyrinth by the way. Anyways, I searched for Lee too when I arrived down here and he told me he had chosen rebirth.” 

Luke’s heart falls like a stone. “He’s gone ?” He chokes up, because if Lee is gone, then he died thinking Luke didn’t love him anymore. He died viewing as- what did Lee think of him after his betrayal ? A monster for hurting his family ? Lee was always big on family. Yeah, Lee thought he was a monster. 

“Whose fault is that ?” Michael grumbles, shooting him a glare. 

“Lethe ? Where is it ?” He asks the son of Apollo. 

“Leaving so soon ?” Michael tilts his head, just like Lee did, and Luke can’t take it. “Yeah, not like I’m welcome here.” 

“You’re right about that.” The other boy snorts, pointing a direction with his head. “Go that way, you’ll find the river.” 

Luke nods, smiling in spite of himself at Michael’s advice, “try not to fuck up that life !”, before heading towards where the other boy directed him. 

Who knows ? Maybe he can make it to the Isle of the Blessed, like he told Annabeth.  

Plus, there’s still a chance to meet Lee in another life. In a nice, mortal life where they can live old and happy. 

Granted, the odds aren’t in his favor but he’s sure he can make something out of it. He’s pretty good at getting things his way. 

He cups the white water from the river in his hands and brings it to his mouth. 

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There are nicer ways to meet someone than bumping into them and spilling their beverage on their clothes. In the bright aspect, you can be sure you got their attention ! 

“Dude, really ?” The guy whines, looking mournfully at his stained sweatshirt. “Mondays really suck.” 

“Sorry.” Oliver winces. “Please, let me buy you coffee to make it up.” 

“Eh.” The guy checks his watch before shrugging and giving him an easy smile. It suits very well Oliver thinks. “I guess I can be late for once, the office won’t mind. Who do I got to thank for this ?” 

“I’m Oliver.”

“Nice to meet you Oliver, I’m Nathan.” Nathan smiles again, seemingly not that bothered by his ruined attire. 

“I’m calling you Sunshine.” He blurts out and why did he do that ? Call a complete stranger Sunshine ? No matter that the name just fits, that it rolled out of his mouth naturally, he can’t say that. “Because, hum, you’re way too happy for a Monday morning and for getting late to work.” 

“But I get to meet you, Oliver.” Nathan grins, his brown eyes- with specks of forest green in it if you look closely- sparkle. “It makes up for it, I think.” 

“Come on.” Nathan nudges him playfully, gesturing towards the coffee shop. “Tell me more about you while you so generously buy me coffee.” 

This was supposed to be a sad ending... but I hate sad endings so it evolved into a happy ending lol. Wanted to write Leeluke because I've seen a lot of it and I really like the pair <3

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Camp Half-Blood Cabin Aesthetics

Part II

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Having Apollo as your godly parent can feel like…

But it can also feel like this :o

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Images are NOT mine. All photos are found on Pinterest with the following searches of “Apollo aesthetic,” “band kid aesthetic,” “volleyball aesthetic,” and “summer sunny aesthetic.”