#travis stoll fanfic

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ he’s says i’m pretty wearing his clothes ”

travis stoll x female!reader 🐍

travis and y/n have been best friends since the day they met, can a hoodie change that?

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Best friends share everything. Everyone knows that. Secrets, food, probably like pens?, and clothes.

Since y/n and Travis had been friends, she had always stolen his clothes. It was just something she did. It started when she had helped him with a prank, which ended up with her camp shirt getting completely ruined. If you were wondering, the prank involved black paint and the Aphrodite cabin.

So, he let her borrow one of her camp shirts. After that, his shirts were nonstop going missing.

He would go and ask her, but when he would see her wearing his clothes, his heart did this weird flutter thing that he did not want to admit. When he tried to confront her, he just ended up saying something along the lines of, “pshdfhjgf- shirt,” before walking off, leaving y/n in a state of confusion.

He could never quite look her in the eyes when he noticed his shirt on her anyway. So, he just let her steal them. His heart too.

But on this particular day, he swore his heart stopped. He showed up to the campfire, only to find her wearing his favorite hoodie. He froze in his steps, staying a few feet behind her.

She turned around to look at him as she could feel his eyes on her, “Trav?”

He shook his head quickly, “y/n, hey.” He took his usual spot next to her although he could feel his muscles tense as their elbows touched.

“You okay?”

He nodded, “yeah, yeah, you?”

She giggled, “I’m fine. You’re the one being all,” she gestured with her hands, “you know.”

“It’s just,” he paused, looking away from her, “I didn’t realize you took that.”

She looked down at the hoodie, “oh, sorry,” she began taking it off, “were you looking for it?”

He quickly stopped her, “no! I mean- it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “no- yes-,” he went silent for a minute and turned towards her once more, “it looks better on you.”

Her face turned pink and she didn’t know what to say. Now it was her turn to look away from him. She covered her cheek with her hand, which was engrossed in the oversized sleeves.

She looked at him again, “thanks.”

He grinned, “are you blushing?”

“Shut up!” She squeaked, hitting his arm.

He laughed, leaning closer to her, “are you blushing because of me?”

“You wish, Stoll.”

“I don’t have to,” he whispered, still smirking.

She looked up at him briefly. She finally took a deep breath, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her lips. She knew that best friends shared everything, secrets, food, clothes… but maybe not kisses.

When they pulled apart, his mouth was kept slightly opened, leaving him to try and catch his breath.

“I’m keeping the hoodie.”

[lafleshlumpeater]

can you do a travis stoll x female reader when he he decides that he wants to go to college and they have a talk about what’s next for them?? already established relationship,super fluffy, and all that jazz please and thank youu

also love your stuff 🩷🩷🩷🩷

thanks for requesting and reading <;33

(thank you @marvelgurl31 for proofreading x)

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When you walked into your cabin after a long day of training, ready to just take a shower and maybe clean around a little (with cabin inspections being the next morning and the place being an absolute clutter of empty water bottles, wrappers and only the gods knew what else), you definitely weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be laying on your bed, gazing at the ceiling as if written on it was the most controversial thing in the world.

Somewhat pleasantly surprised, you stood at the cabin entrance, your sheathed sword hanging loosely in your hand by your side. Your face softened as you observed Travis, and you were overcome with the sudden urge to press a soft kiss to his slightly pouty pink lips- how couldn’t you?

With the dappled sunlight filtering into the cabin illuminating his carelessly curly locks a chocolate brown, the upward slope of his lightly freckled nose and the deep blue of his irises, you couldn’t help but think he looked the very embodiment of a charming prince- despite the lack of shoes on his feet, and the very prominent tear in the left sleeve of his t- shirt.

You stood, taking him in for not much longer when he turned on his side, exhaling heavily, before he saw you, leaning on the doorframe. His eyebrows disappeared under the hair brushing his forehead, and he called your name softly, like a question which needn’t be answered. You gave him a small smile in response and your heart ached when you saw his pupils immediately dilate- not by much, due to the sun’s bright rays filtering through the glass of the windows, but enough for you to notice.

You noticed everything about your boy.

Which is why, when he said nothing but spread his arms out on either side of his body, you knew something was eating away at him.

You kicked your sandals off, haphazardly letting your sword fall on the floor next to them before straddling his hips, laying on top of him in a comfortably familiar position. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, still silent. Highly unusual.

“Travis?”

“Hmm?” 

His eyes snapped to yours when you called his name and his eyes fluttered in surprise, and though it had been mere seconds since you had brought him out of one, it seemed as if he was right back in a daydream.

You brought your hand up, chin resting against his sternum as you brushed a thumb along his cheekbone. “S’wrong, honey?”

He involuntarily chased your touch, sighing quietly as if that mere gesture brought him comfort. You felt his chest tense a little beneath you, like he was about to say something, before he blew out a small puff of air again. A slight frown creased his forehead, and your thumb was there next, soothing it out. “Baby?”, you called again softly, voice sticky and almost thick the way honey is, in your love for him.

He looked into your eyes, his own swirling in thought as he studied you carefully. His head tilted to the side in scrutiny, and he reminded you fondly of a curious puppy.

“D’you…” he began, cutting himself off with a sigh of frustration. You hummed quizzically, encouraging him to speak, your solid weight on top of him oddly comforting and grounding. Absently, his hand went to the small of your back, rubbing in small circles. “D’you ever feel like… like, you wanna do something?”

Your eyes narrow in confusion. “Like I wanna do something?”

He nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Like there’s something more to just… fighting monsters, and camp, and… and the gods fucking everything up so we have to fix it all the time?”

A little giggle bubbles up and out of your throat, and the corners of Travis’ eyes crinkle at the happy noise. “I’m not following, honey.”

The barest hint of a smile curls at his lips, but it’s not his signature, cheeky grin that suggests he’s spray- painted the whole Big House a neon- orange again, (“it’s to match the shirts, sir,” he protested and cajoled when Chiron put him on stable duties for the rest of the month and for the whole of the next,) but it’s more sheepish, shy, even.

You think you quite like it.

“What do you think about… college?” 

Your eyes widen slightly, and Travis is quick to backtrack. “Like, you wouldn’t have to come with me obviously, and I’d still come here, it’s just-”

You press a soft kiss to his lips to shut him up, something you’d been itching to do ever since you saw him casually lounging on your bed. He’s quick to reciprocate, head lifting up off the duvets slightly in his eagerness. You pull away, positively beaming, hand brushing the curls of hair from his forehead.

“Where did this come from?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, cheeks colouring slightly- and you knew if you pointed it out, he’d blame it on the intensity of the late summer sun. “Just… camp will always be my home. But it’d be nice to go and be… normal for once. Forget everything for a while. Not you, course, but like… all the fighting, and the war, and the gods…”

You press another kiss to his lips, this time in the form of a quick peck, yet you knew he'd still be able to feel the burning inferno of love you stored for him in the confinements of your chest, especially then as it burnt brighter, something you hadn't deemed possible.

"Travis," you whispered, faces so close your noses were almost touching. "It’s okay. I know."

A smile quickly bloomed across his face, eyes squinting in upside- down crescents and hands grasping both sides of your face before pulling you in again eagerly to mouth at your lips once more. He pulled away, still grinning. "I love you," he muttered, leaning forward with closed eyes to rub your nose against the tip of his. Your face warmed under the safe hold of his palms.

"Love you too." Your lips met his for a third time, and you could've sworn you'd felt Cupid shoot an arrow right through your heart again.

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[awriterinthenight]

a moment of silence for all the fics that were masterpieces but you'll never find them again

[birdiewriteslit]

“evil genius”

chapter one: who vandalized the ares cabin?

travis stoll x daughter of athena!reader

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summary: a prank forms an unlikely alliance

warnings: swearing but that’s it

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lukeypookie this is what i tell myself every time i look in the mirror because sometimes i just need that extra pump up🙏y/n is my greatest inspiration as well because she is so kind and smart and the best at everything! she’s so much better than me at sword fighting😍

ynthewisest wow luke i didn’t know you felt that way

ynthewisest i’m blushing rn

travvystoll @ynthewisest stop that immediately

travvystoll this is actually the best prank ever

perthyjackson i’m confused

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clarisselarue WHO THE FUCK FUCKED UP THIS HOUSE LIKE THIS GOOD GOD

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perthyjackson HAHAHAHA

connorstoll good morning clarisse!

annabethchase tragic

ynthewisest now who would do that :(

travvystoll @ynthewisest i have no idea

clarisselarue @ynthewisest you two are dead

lukeypookie no money no family 16 in the middle of miami

lukeypookie I DID NOT TYPE THAT

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

👟 Hermes: God of messengers, travelers, thieves, athletes, shepherds, commerce 🐍

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you get claimed, there's not much of a change. You were already put into the Hermes cabin like basically every other demigod who first appeared at Camp. The most immediate change is your sleeping arrangements. You're given a bed and your space is relatively yours. Even among children of Hermes, your personal space is yours and your siblings don't touch or rifle your things. Space and privacy is hard to come by in the Cabin, so your siblings honour that rule to give a semblance of peace. They even offer you a curtain to put on the sides of your bed to give you an illusion of space. 

I'd like to think that even as children of Hermes, they don't particularly steal or go through their siblings’ things. Whether this is because it'll prevent people from stepping on anyone's toes and make things more irritating in their cabin, whether it is to prevent you and your siblings constantly having paranoia, or simply an honour among thieves. Of course, siblings do as they do, take things but when told to give it back, it is immediately handed over or compensated. Hey, Hermes is the god of commerce too!

 Pranks and tricks galore. Even if you're not a fan of pranking others, you still learn tricks of the trade. No one is going to outwit a demigod of Hermes. Some siblings may just ask you to help them with their latest prank or ask for your input. 

Charisma and jokes are in constant supply. Even if you don't believe that you're funny or have a silver tongue, you do find a way somehow. Just gotta speak the right words to the right crowd after all.

There's a rite of passage or test for all new children of Hermes. You're tasked to steal something or pull of a trick. It doesn't matter what, but they give major points for theatrical, the risk, and the reward. If you feel especially brave, you can ask one of the Senior members of the cabin to give you a specific task. So far, the most infamous steal was stealing the jaguar head in the Big House. Good luck getting him away from Mr. D and good luck not getting your hand bitten. There's always points for effort, so don't worry if you don't pull of the feat...but if you do-

Given that your cabin is also for travelers of new demigods, you are taught the rules of hospitality and help those who come in. Even if the space is tight, you learn how to deal with it. 

Be prepared for being an unofficial (thieving) guild. With Hermes' domain, it sort of becomes something like that. The Hermes cabin, and the children of Hermes, inevitably become a source of information, odd jobs, know hows, and so much more.

If you have played Assassin's creed or seen of it, you know the tricks? You bet the Hermes' children know how to pull it off. Especially dropping into the pile of hay. It's sort of a rite for the Hermes' children to pull off that maneuver.

Parkour. Parkour. Parkour.

“Well, guess there’s that,” said Travis before he grinned, “Welcome to Cabin 11!”

“Again” noted Connor, “But this time, we’re going to give you a child of Hermes welcome!”

You saw the glint in their eyes before all of a sudden, there was confetti and sparkles exploding in your face. You flailed and coughed, before there were party poppers and people cheering, “Welcome to Cabin 11!!!” they all cheered. 

When the dust settled, Travis and Connor were on either side of you before guiding you to a certain direction. 

“Space might be a bit cramped,” said Travis, “But as an official child of Hermes, you have your own permitted and designated space.” 

“There’s some rules in place but basically, we have an honour code of thieves if you will” said Connor, “Which is your space is your safe space. No one gets to touch your bed, your things, or whatever without your permission.”

They shift you to your bunk bed space and noticed there were freshly placed pillows, comforters, and what have you. There was even a little shelf above your head for some things and a little round mirror. On the surrounding sides of your space, there was a curtain that created an illusion of space. 

“Now we’ll let you get yourself settled and have fun!” the Stoll brothers said together before shoving your belongings into your arms, before quickly booking it. Everyone was snickering and you had a big suspicion. As soon as you dumped your stuff onto your bed, you saw something in the corner of your eye. You turned and came face to face with the mirror to see your face covered in clown make up and your hair had turned into a very different colour. 

You felt your face flush in embarrassment before anger filled you and then yelling. All the children of Hermes who were in on the prank immediately laughed, and booked for it with the Stolls, with you chasing after them.

“Don’t worry! It’ll disappear in an hour!” yelled one of the Stolls, but they were weaving in and around each other so fast you couldn’t tell which one was which.

 Soon enough it devolved into a game of ultimate tag and by the end of it you were all laughing.

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

imgonnagetyouback

Pairing: Past Luke Castellan x daughter of Aphrodite!reader

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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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[velocesainz]

Percy Jackson Masterlist

Here are my fics about the Percy Jackson universe! Requests are currently open.

Main masterlist

Angst: ✵ Fluff: ❀ Smut: ✤ Crack: ✭

Percy Jackson

More than rivalry ✤

Spicy arguments ✤

Luke Castellan

Daughter dearest ✤

Empty feelings ✤ ✵

Leo Valdez

Pining turned jealousy ✤

Grover Underwood

Jason Grace

Frank Zhang

Travis Stoll

Connor Stoll

Clarisse la Rue

Annabeth Chase

Improper goodbyes ✵

[yonemurishiroku]

I have read so many Solangelo Jasico Percico fanfics but barely any of them matches the sweetness of Travis freaking Stoll kissing Nico’s hand and calling him the sweetest princess in the kingdom

in that one one-sided Valgrace fanfic wth.

[blessedbyapollo]

Nico was certain that a lifetime of prison would be worth it if he could just murder whoever lived above him. Unfortunately, that would mean he wouldn’t graduate on time, so it seemed he was doomed to eternal suffering.

The first month of fall semester, everything had been fine. There was no noise next to or above him. Life was great. Now, however, Nico was stuck hearing the people who lived above him fuck at 3 am, something that he previously did not know could carry through floors. Most of the time, he tackled this by going down the hall to sleep in Jason’s room on his soft rug. It was fluffy and cozy, and Jason regularly vacuumed so he knew there was no freshman flu embedded in the fibers.

It was coming up on months of those assholes’ reign of terror. Nico had come to terms with the fact that slapping the ceiling in hopes that they would hear it was not, in fact, as effective as he thought it would be. 3am be damned: this time he was going to tell them to shut the fuck up once and for all.

Percy was Nico’s in to the third floor. He was technically not allowed to be up there - he didn’t have a key (as far as anyone was concerned) so it was not his place to enter. Truly, he didn’t use the totally-not-key that Percy had given him unless it was an absolute emergency.

It was an absolute emergency.

Based on the positioning of where he knew the bathroom was on each floor, Nico knew exactly which door to knock on. He just hoped that whatever was going on before had started to cool off as he approached the overly-decorated door.

He paused a moment. Did he really want to see what was happening here? Did he really need to talk to them, or could he just go the classic “tell my RA and pretend they solved the problem” route? He observed the name tags stuck to the door that read “Will,” “Leo,” and “Travis.” They were shaped like Amongus characters. Nico hated it deeply. He knocked.

He heard a muffled “What’s up?,”but before he could answer he was stopped with a hand suddenly smacking the doorframe next to him, which totally did not make him jump. When he looked up, what he saw totally did not make him blush.

The guy next to him was, to put it bluntly, hot, but not in a way that Nico believed any sane person should find as attractive as he did. He was wearing a truly atrocious shirt: a Storm Trooper covered in Christmas lights that said “Merry Sithmas.” Underneath that gray shirt was…another gray shirt, yet long sleeved and just close enough to the color of the graphic tee that it looked weird. His shaggy blonde curls were a mess, but were, in what appeared to be his most redeeming physical factor, an absolutely radiant gold color. His blue eyes were fixed on Nico far too calmly for someone who he had clearly never met before.

Nico was a goner. A goner for a nerd in a bad shirt who definitely lived in that sex dungeon he was coming to take down.

Instead of revealing this, he said, suavely: “Are you Will, Leo, or Travis?”

Mystery nerd finally startled at that.

“How did you know my name?” He fervently whispered. Nico raised an eyebrow and pointed to the name tags on the door.

“It’s right there, genius. And that doesn’t answer my question.” The guy seemed to relax a bit at that.

“Oh thank god, for a second I thought you might have been the campus stalker that Travis won’t shut up about.” Ok, so not Travis. “I’m Will.” He finally said, eyes wide. Nico nodded in acknowledgement.

“Hello, Will. Do you happen to know which one of your roommates is currently in there?” Will pulled out his phone and furrowed his brow. He seemed to be checking the time, which Nico found strange considering it was obviously Too Fucking Late.

“I’m not convinced it’s Leo, but I’m also not convinced it ISN’T Leo. He usually stays out late working, but not this late.”

“Well then where were you this late?”

“Working.” Will said, grinning widely. His two front teeth were slightly crooked and his whole face lit up when he smiled. Goner. “Either way, what does it matter to you?”

“Whoever it is in there is getting up to some, uh, stuff that I can hear all the way on the floor below.” Nico said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. Did they have dinosaurs on them? Yes. Were they any more embarrassing than gray-on-gray Star Wars apparel? Absolutely not.

“Oh, I doubt it’s Leo then.”

“That’s all you have to say? No explanation for how someone, apparently ‘Travis’, can defy all laws and be heard THROUGH the floor?” Nico’s hands were fully out of the pockets then. Will shrugged, then looked down in what appeared to be genuine apology.

“I’m sorry about that, uh-“ He looked up in question.

“Nico.”

“Nico. I’m sorry, then, Nico, truly. It sucks to be up this late, especially in the middle of the week and especially against your will.” Damnit. That was genuine too. “But, hey, if it makes you feel any better, I doubt that Travis is like, actually doing it in there. He’s probably just playing a game.”

“WHAT?” Nico asked incredulously. He had clearly heard something else happening.

“Yeah, no, Travis doesn’t have people over very often, and when he does he at least leaves a sock on the door. Um, anyway,” Will continued quickly at the look on Nico’s face. “He makes way incriminating noises when he plays video games. Look, I can prove it.” Will reached for the door at the exact same time Nico shielded his eyes. When he removed his hands, he saw….

…Nothing. Genuinely nothing. Just some guy sitting on a ratty - was that a dog bed? - playing some kind of game.

“Ugh fuck me!” He screamed, pounding his fists on the floor. Nico wasn’t sure if it relieved him or not to know that he had heard the exact same thing and assumed the worst context. But, this was definitely his culprit, and he was definitely alone.

“Travis!” Will said, in a tone far bossier than he had greeted Nico with. “Dude, shut up! You’re being way too loud!” Travis looked up at Will with a quirked eyebrow.

“Says literally who, William?” Will, who was clearly excited to prove himself right, jumped a bit and pointed directly at Nico. He waved at them both tiredly.

“Wait. Shit. Who is that?”

“Nico.”

“I’m Nico.”

“Hi Nico. Where are you from?” Travis had switched off the TV at that point.

“The second floor of this building.”

“Ah shit are you-“

“Room 220.” They said in unison. Will looked completely lost.

“How did you know what room he was in?” Will said in the same whisper-yell from earlier.

“Dude. We’re room 322. The floors are two rooms off, so he’s right below us.” Travis reclined further on the - yep, it was definitely a dog bed.

“Okay literally how was I supposed to know that. How do YOU know that?” Nico noticed that Will made wild hand gestures when he talked, and they had begun to accelerate. He figured it was time to step in.

“It truly does not matter at all how or why or when you all figured this out, I’m just here to tell you to shut the fuck up.”

“Oh.” Travis said.

“So true.” Will said.

“Sorry man.” Travis again.

“Also, and not that I care, but where is your third roommate at 3am?” They both exchanged suspicious looks.

“Probably with Jason Grace. Do you know him? He lives on the second floor.” Nico gaped at them. HIS Jason? His wonderful soft rug angel?

“I do know Jason, actually. I sleep on his rug whenever you buffoons are too loud, which is literally at least two nights a week at this point.” Nico almost regretted his tone when he saw Will’s shoulders fall again ever so slightly. He clearly felt bad about it, even though, from what Nico gathered, he was not the main perpetrator.

Travis, on the other hand, looked…offended? “You SLEEP on a RUG? Dude, I’m so sorry! Jason’s rug is probably gross as fuck, too!” Will made an “amen” gesture to that, his eyes still slightly downcast.

“Do not diss that rug. That rug is the best thing in my life right now.”

“That’s sad.”

“It’s comfy. And you make sex noises when you play video games.” Travis put his hand over his heart.

“He got you, man. We’ve told you this for WEEKS!” Will’s beautiful grin was back. He snapped his fingers on the word “weeks” for absolutely no reason. If anything, it just made the whole situation louder.

Travis, who had just started to look guilty for the first time, reeled again. “Okay, well, in my defense, you said you’d ask Cecil to go into Connor’s room and smack the floor to see if we could hear it and you literally never did. So. That’s on you.”

Will turned to Nico with his mouth open and palms out, like some kind of dehydrated fish. God he was hot.

“Connor is literally YOUR brother, you dillweed! Also, I’m never in this room. Like. Ever. So if anything that’s Leo’s job.”

“My what?” Said a voice behind Nico. It didn’t take much even in his absolutely braindead state for him to deduce that it was Leo.

“Will thinks you’re not pulling your room-weight.” Travis said, now just fully laying across the dog bed.

Will put his head against the wall in exasperation. “I did not even kind of say that.” He told the corner. Leo reached his arm fully around Nico to pat Will’s shoulder. It took more self restraint than Nico cared to admit to not smack his arm out of the way.

“I believe you, comrade.” Leo said in a shitty Russian accent. Then, regularly: “I frankly don’t give a shit what you were talking about as long as I can go to bed right now.”

“Ugh yeah. You and me both.” Will said, turning to Nico. He didn’t break eye contact with him as he said. “Also, Leo, this is Nico.” Leo clapped his hands louder than Nico needed to hear at any given point. He pointed directly at Nico.

“RUG DUDE! JASON’S FRIEND! Why are you here?” Nico felt a bit honored that his rug was finally getting the recognition it deserved.

“Ask them.” He said.

“We’re way too loud.”

“YOU’RE way too loud, Travis.”

“I’ll believe anything that comes out of Will’s mouth. Travis, shut the fuck up.”

“Why him? What has Will ever done to earn so much trust?”

“He made me soup.” And then, simultaneously: “I made him soup.”

“I can respect that.” Nico said. Will opened his mouth to go on what would likely be a Long One, but Nico, to his great surprise, put a hand on his shoulder. “Look, all I needed to do was say that you’re being too loud. I don’t care who, or why, but just please be more conscious. I’m sure you all have finals too, so let me get some goddamn sleep. Cool?”

Will gave him a sheepish thumbs up, arm slightly stiff under Nico’s hand. He quickly withdrew it. Travis nodded shamefully, and Leo threw a two finger salute his way. “Great. I’ll see at least one of you around Jason’s room apparently.”

As Nico shut the door and shuffled his way down the hallway in his clunky shower shoes, the sounds of muffled arguing following close behind. He couldn’t help but hope he ran into that group some other time. Except maybe without Travis. Or Leo…

Yep. Goner.

[pjohoo-reclists]

Year in Review - Personal Reads in 2024 - Part I

This rec list is a bit different from the rest I've posted. These are some of the fics I've read and bookmarked in 2024 that have impressed me, or left me with some sort of emotional or thought provoking response.

The ratings, ships etc. are all varied. There will be some fics that you don't like, so please read the tags before tapping the link.

This list has has the longer fics (4k+) and this list has the short fics (0.5k-4k) - will be posted soon. Enjoy!

bloodtide by DragonflyxParodies

Not Rated | 4.5k+ | Incomplete

Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Kymopoleia, Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo

AU - Canon Divergence, Divine Retribution, Romans vs Greeks

There are no water gods in New Rome.

Solstice Meetings by ShaaKi

T | 4.6k | Complete

Poseidon/Zeus, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Minor Percy Jackson/Apollo

One-Sided Attraction, Possessive Behaviour, Poseidon-centric

Lately Poseidon has been struggling to pay attention in Solstice meetings. The reason? Everyone keeps staring at him and it's starting to give him a complex. To make matters worse, Zeus had been acting odd for the past few years.

The Inevitable by DancingInTheSliverGlow

T | 5.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Hades/Persephone, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, past Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Post-Tartarus Trauma, Powerful Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson Needs a Hug

Percy hasn’t told anyone how strong he’s become. That would only take a single push to break the fragile membrane containing his mortality. It's moments like these that remind Percy how close to godhood he is. It’s in the way Percy constantly feels like he’s larger than his physical body. He can feel the ancient underworld rivers running through Hades’s kingdom, and remembers how when he reaches for them they fight his control but ultimately bend under his will. If he stretches his senses, he can even glimpse his father’s domain all the way on the surface world, the ocean constantly churning. The sea is always in the back of his mind singing its siren song, beckoning him to accept his fate and reminding Percy of the non-insignificant power he holds over the very fabric of the world.

Forgive Me Father For I have Sinned by Shadowhale

T | 5.4k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton

Misunderstandings, Protective Poseidon, Hurt Percy Jackson

 “It’s okay! Really, I mean I get it! I’m not offended or anything” Percy said quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He wasn’t lying, sure would it have been nice to have a father that cared but he wasn't delusional. Poseidon had been kind and gentle. He had left him a lot of good memories that Percy could cling to! He had even hugged Percy! At the end of the day he was a god, one of the Big Three. It would be the height of arrogance to presume that the god of the seas would ever care about a pitiful mortal. Besides Percy still had his mom it wasn’t like he really needed anyone else (No matter how nice it would have been). Or: Poseidon makes the startling realization that his favorite son believes his father does not love him.

Interlude: Atlantis by DustShattersLikeGlass

G | 8.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Triton

Percy is a Prince, Percy Jackson is a Little Shit, Dysfunctional Family

Welcome to Atlantis Series Part 2 of A Family Built on the Weary

Fertility Deities and Lessons in Consent by Luraia

M | 16k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Hermes

Genderfluid Characters, Consent Issues, Bad Parent Zeus

New god Percy Jackson just wants to settle down with his goddess wife Annabeth and create lots of little godlings. When they fail to make a child in six months of trying, Percy impulsively summons a fertility goddess to receive her 'blessing' without realizing how exactly the blessing is transferred. Here's a hint: it's through sex. Incidentally, Hermes is the god of thieves, gamblers, roads, doorways, initiations, athletes, wayfarers, shepherds, and heraldry, among other things. With such a big list, it's easy to forget he's also the god of fertility. And that he can easily change his form.

Dancing to Your Symphony by dcninja 

T | 20k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Hermes, Katie Gardener/Travis Stoll, Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace

Aged Up Percy Jackson Characters, Post Tartarus Trauma, Percy Jackson Needs a Hug

Hermes is in love with Percy but won’t say anything because he knows Percy deserves better than the drama that would come from a romantic entanglement with an Olympian. Percy is in love with Hermes but won’t say anything because he knows his feelings would never be reciprocated. Apollo and Triton plot to get them together, while Travis just wants to propose to his girlfriend. Or an already stressful night is made even more so as both Percy and Hermes reflect on lessons about healing, moving on, and allowing themselves to love again. At least it will be a memorable Winter Solstice.

The Prince of Changing Tides by dcninja

G | 24k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Camp Half Blood Campers, Percy Jackson & Camp Jupiter Campers

Camp Jupiter Politics, Outsider POV, Powerful Percy Jackson

“I just don’t understand why the Greeks treat him as such a big deal,” Marcel said “Or even the gods. Lady Juno and Lord Mars clearly backed him, and I don’t understand why. He certainly doesn’t look like much.” “Why don’t you just ask around?” she asked him. “Heroes have stories and people are always eager to tell them. I’m sure any of the Greeks could tell you more about him.” “It’s not a bad idea,” Jordan added. “It would be nice knowing exactly why he was part of the prophesied Seven. I know the Venus girl had sorcery and the Vulcan boy obviously had power over fire. But why Jackson? Just because they took a boat?” Despite raising him on a shield, Romans don't know much about Percy Jackson, or even the Greeks in general. As the Legion attempts to recover from the wars, they find out there is far more to the Son of Neptune then they originally thought, and learn quite a few things about themselves along the way.

Amen by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

T | 39k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Sally Jackson/Poseidon, Sally Jackson & Poseidon

Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Post Tartarus PTSD

Percy knows he rambles quite a bit in his prayers to Poseidon, but at least he is safe in the knowledge that Poseidon is too busy of a god to ever really listen… right? Meanwhile, Poseidon is trying to be a responsible god, but Sally Jackson keeps praying to him about their son and Annabeth Chase won't shut up about... what was she even talking about? At least the di Angelo kid keeps giving him McDonalds.

Ocean Madness by SirOliverSurface,��undeath230

M | 87k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan & Thalia Grace

Book 2: Sea of Monsters, Gen or Pre Slash, Slice of Life

Percy knew that with Kronos rising he wasn't in for a good time, but he wasn't expecting things to be this hectic. It didn't help that she was involved, but he supposed at least he had his friends with him.

[aphroditeinthesea]

YOUR TRAVIS ONE WAS SO GOOD OMG OMG IM SCREAMING 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

can you do another one?? pretty please with cherries on top? 😭

“ life is short, make it sweet ”

travis stoll x fem!reader 🐍

travis and y/n are not eligible for the great british bakeoff, but they’re still cute

tw none but fluff

˚｡ ⋆ ᡣ𐭩 🍪 ᡣ𐭩 ⋆ ˚｡

“Do you have vanilla extract?”

Travis stared at her, “yes…?”

“Better question,” y/n looked down at the recipe, then back at him, “do you know what vanilla extract is?”

“I know what vanilla is?”

She walked over and placed her hands on each side of his face, “you’re so helpful.”

“Thanks.”

They were staying at his mom’s house for the weekend, and were currently attempting to bake cookies.

She sarcastically squished his cheeks before looking back to the book, “so next, the recipe calls for two eggs-”

“Sorry, I have to get this,” Travis interrupted, mimicking a fake phone with his hands.

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “what?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “okay, I’ll tell her.” He pretended to hang up the phone, “sorry, that was the recipe-“

She threw a handful of flour at him, “you idiot.”

He wiped some of the powder off his face, although it still dusted his eyelashes and eyebrows. He huffed, “it was funny.”

She glanced up at him, smirking, “you’re such a dork.”

He walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck, “but you love me.”

She laughed, “go get me the eggs, Trav.”

“Fine,” he walked to the fridge, grabbing two eggs and handing them to her.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she smiled before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He grinned, watching over her shoulder as she cracked the eggs. He stayed silent, just watching with his lips upturned as his fingers danced across her spine.

She grabbed a whisk, beginning to mix the dough. He wrapped his arms around once more, intently watching as she did so.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

She raised her eyebrow, “what?”

“Let me show you,” he smirked. He placed his hand atop hers, turning circles in the bowl, “it’s easier when there’s two hands.”

“Is it really?”

He met her eyes, “you bet.”

She giggled, “you must be right then.”

“I’m always right.”

“Sure you are, my love.”

After a minute or two of this, she paused, dipping her finger in and holding it in front of him, “wanna try some?”

He took it off her finger, “it’s perfect,” he put some of the dough on his finger, “you should try some too.”

“Ew, I don’t know where your finger’s been.”

“Hey!” he laughed before placing the dough on her nose.

“Oh my gods,” she quickly swiped some on his cheek.

He chuckled, leaning closer and kissing it off of her nose, “sorry.”

She wiped it off of his cheek with her thumb, “I hate your guts, Stoll.”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered.

“I don’t,” she dramatically sighed, “unfortunately.”

He just chuckled, pulling her into a kiss, with her hands holding onto his face as his were by her hips.

“Ew, get a room,” was announced from the doorway.

They quickly separated to find a disgusted Connor standing in the doorway. Y/N blushed awkwardly while Travis just brushed off his younger brother.

“Say that again when you actually get a girlfriend.”

Connor scoffed, walking over to the fridge, “I do have a girlfriend for your information.”

“Really?”

“Who is she?” Y/N added.

Connor closed the fridge, now holding a bottle of water, “you wouldn’t know her, she’s from Camp Jupiter.”

“You know Connor,” Travis joked, looking toward his girlfriend, “can’t get enough of those Romans.”

“Exactly,” his brother responded before leaving the room.

She giggled, “nothing sets the mood like getting caught making out by your little brother.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. He turned to the stove and sprayed pan on a tray to put the cookies on. Y/N moved the bowl to the stove and began making small balls on the tray.

“Here,” he grabbed a spoon, “I’m gonna make one.” He placed down a giant glob onto the tray.

“Travis!”

He licked the spoon, “I just think that my beautiful girlfriend deserves a beautiful giant cookie,” he smirked.

She snorted, “fine,Trav,” and put the tray into the oven. She then sat on the counter, holding the rest of the cookie dough. He then stood in front of her, he leaned up to kiss her, but was met with a mouthful of cookie dough.

He swallowed, “it’s good.”

She took another scoop and ate it, “hm, it really is.”

“We should go on the Great British Bake-off or something,” he commented.

She smiled, “yeah, I’m sure they’ll love having two very American demigods on their show.”

“I think they’d make an exception if the Americans were good looking enough.”

“So, I’d get on it,” she teased.

He gasped, “wow, babe, I thought you were better than that.”

She leaned down from where she was sitting to softly kiss him, “I’m kidding.”

“I knew that.”

“Sure you did,” she paused, “what’s that smell?”

He helped her off the counter before turning to the stove. They both rushed over to open it, only to find a napkin set on fire in the oven.

“Damn!” He ran to the sink and filled a random cup of water, throwing it onto the napkin.

Y/N took a deep breath, “I think we’re disqualified.”

“Just a little.”

[reicraft]

Golden Mangos

Aphrodite!Fem!Reader x Travis Stoll

Summary: after a certain incident you can’t help but start liking mangos a bit more, and maybe a certain camper as well.

Contains: fluff, characters can be ooc, usual Stoll sibling antics, some swearing, kind of cringe lines ngl

A/N: I love this small prank the stolls pull on the Aphrodite cabin and it inspired me to write this fic. Hope you guys like it. Reqs are open <3. Also I hate mangos idk what demon possessed to write a character that loves them.

Word Count: 2.5k

If there is one thing your cabin mates knew about you, it is your strong affinity for mangos–or, as Drew likes to call it ‘an extreme obsession’. Another fact was that, for some odd reason, camp didn't have mangos. Well not least you bribed a Dementer kid to grow some or got a Hermes child to bring you one from the outside. Sometimes, you would even go back home during winter break just to be able to enjoy some sweet mangos, even if they weren’t in season. Your dad always spoiled you rotten with everything, from actual mangos to mango lip gloss. So, it came to your sibling's surprise that there you were eating half a mango for breakfast. Lost in your world without a care for the burning eyes watching you. 

“How exactly did you get that?” asked Piper, munching on  her bowl of strawberries, “One of the boys from cabin 4” You replied oh so casually.

 “Y/N, you can't just use your charmspeak casually,” complained Mitchell. Unlike Piper and Drew, you tended to use your charmspeak for more trivial things. If your mother gave you a gift, it was to be used, and maybe you did use it for small things like getting out of archery or another serving of strawberry shortcake. Maybe it wasn't the best use of such power, but it came in handy, overall being blessed with beauty had its perks. 

“It's fine I was just craving some. Plus the Hermes kids haven't made their trip yet, so something had to be done,” you said, cleaning off the dripping juice. It might have been the best mango you have eaten if it weren't for your siblings shooting daggers at you. “Well, at least I'm not using my charmspeak to manipulate a cabin,” you continued. 

“It's been months, let it go, please,” said Drew, now getting slightly annoyed by you. But who could blame you? You were slightly annoyed at this conversation yourself. Couldn't a girl enjoy her mango in peace?

“Anyways we have archery practice, so don't charmspeak your way out,” said Piper, looking directly at you.

“Hey, it was like three times, I was tired,” you defended yourself, putting your hands up. Despite the occasional squabbles, you did love all your siblings. Yes, maybe you had petty fights like Valentina stealing Drew's crop top or Mitchell using Noah’s cologne. But nothing extreme. At the end of the day, the power of gossip and love united, making you a happy little family. 

So as you all enjoyed your archery class led by Kayla from the Apollo cabin, playfully pointing arrows at each other and cheering Lacy on as she hit a bullseye, you failed (more like didn't expect) to notice two mops of curly brown ran past you, making a beeline for a certain pink cabin tip-toeing in and out, leaving the object in their hands giggling at their prank. 

So, as your cabin finished the lesson and made your way for a quick break, you didn't expect to see a golden mango with ‘for the hottest’ written on it.

“Aw, I love it when people leave things for me,” said Drew, picking up said mango ready to add it to her infinite collection of love letters 

“Well it doesn't say for who it is,” said Mitchell. 

“Maybe it's for me,” said another one of your siblings. 

“I'm the hottest I don't know what you're talking about” interjected your sister.

“I was told I rival my mom's beauty,” you added.

 “She's OUR mother too,” started Piper. 

Your banter slowly turned into actual fighting, screams echoing outside the cabin as glass bottles shattered. 

“That was my only bottle left, you bitch” screamed Drew as Valentina threw her perfume to the ground. It didn't stop there, as shoes and  clothes flew out the window, landing in the mud

 “Mom gave me that belt, Mitchell,” cried one of your brothers, as said belt was now covered in gross mud, lost forever.

 “Oh my gods, why could you cut up my Miu Miu sweater? that was expensive,” you sobbed as one of your sisters started cutting up clothes nearby. 

Safe to say, the cabin was no longer the organized place that always got a 5, it looked worse than the Hermes cabin, with tattered clothes mixed with spilled makeup and perfume covering the floor. 

“What in gods name is this?” You all looked like deers caught in headlights once Chiron stepped foot in the cabin.

 “They started it,” everyone said simultaneously, pointing in different directions.

“Actually, I believe I found the perpetrators outside. Still, kitchen duty for all,” he said, galloping outside as said perpetrators peeked into the cabin 

“We did well with this one, Trav,” said conner snickering. 

“You'll pay for this Stolls'' screeched Drew. Suddenly, seventeen angry children of Aphrodite ran towards the siblings. Yes they had pulled hair and spills all over their clothes, but they didn't care about appearances at the moment, especially you, who would waste such a good mango just like that, plus you were still mad about your sweater, you had planned on wearing it for the bonfire later.

 Fortunately, some form of revenge was taken as pasty white foundation appeared on Travis's face, making him look like a clown, and Connor’s clothes instantly shrunk two sizes smaller. You would say he was rocking the crop top, but it honestly just looked funny. 

All of the cabin stood there in a circle, scowls on their faces and some laughing at the sight, as you broke through your teared-up sweater still in hand.

 “Nemesis is a bitch I guess” said one of your sisters as you threw your sweater at Travis's face. “You're lucky we’re being nice to both of you,” you said, quickly storming off back to your cabin. Now who was going to clean all of this up?

It took most of the cabin all day until dinner to clean up all the broken glass and fabric left on the floor, as well as clean some of the muddy designer shoes. 

“I'm sorry Y/N. I know you loved that sweater,” said your sister. It was more than just an extremely expensive sweater to you, your father had gifted it to you as a birthday present. It wasn't often you got to see him only during winter break on occasion. It was a small piece that tied you back home, and now it was destroyed.  

“It's fine. Maybe I could get a new one” you lied through your teeth. Even a new sweater couldn't replace the damage done, and you swore upon your mother and Nemesis that you would get your revenge on the Stolls. Maybe you could make them fall in love with a frog or cause someone to break their heart. Anything at the moment seemed like a better revenge than their permanent makeup and clothing curse placed by your siblings. You were just so mad you couldn’t fathom it all. 

It all just got you in a terrible mood. You were sure your anger and bitterness could turn the campfire black. And there you were, getting ready for said campfire with no sweater on, and your favorite mango balm was also a small victim of your sibling's anger. You sat at dinner sulking, not speaking to anyone, trying to eat your mango, thinking it could cheer you up but it didn’t. It just made you angrier at the Stolls, especially Travis with his cheeky smile as you threw him your destroyed sweater. Granted, it might have been the clown makeup, but still. 

And you continued to sulk during the campfire, not singing along and sitting slightly apart from your siblings. Most of them had made amends at this point, but you just acted like it. Who could blame you for being petty? It was only justified. You were so entranced in your own emotions that you failed to see the person sitting next to you, yet the small gift placed on your lap didn’t go unnoticed.

 “I heard from Gwen about your sweater,” he said, looking down at the floor “I’m sorry about the whole ordeal, really.” 

You sighed as you looked towards him “Travis you know I can’t get that makeup off of you,” you said. You were sure whatever this gift was it was probably bribery, and your anger couldn’t let you see past that. 

“Maybe you should open it first. I kind of left camp for this and paid for it,” he said, finally looking back at you. You tried your best not to laugh at his face, but he did look ridiculous with the clown makeup.

 You opened the gift carefully, revealing a pink sweater almost exactly like the one you lost. You gasped as you looked back at Travis, “I know it’s not Moo Moo.” 

“Miu Miu,” you corrected. 

“Yeah that. But still I wanted to replace it. I know it doesn’t have the same meaning, I'm sorry, really,” his apology seemed sincere, and you couldn’t dictate lies between his words. 

“Thanks, but what about the rest of the things my siblings lost?” You weren’t wrong. If he wanted to apologize, he should’ve been replacing all the things lost in this ‘prank.’ 

“Well, it’s not like they like mangos,” he said ever so casually, confusing you.

“Excuse me?” 

“Yeah, you know there’s only one person in that cabin that likes mangos. It was a golden mango,” he got up and just left, winking at you as you stayed there processing his words. You would’ve laughed at his face, but even with the gods awful makeup, he looked cute, and you could almost feel your heart skip a beat as to what he was insinuating. But still, you didn’t understand what exactly he was trying to tell you. He left you there dumbfounded, trying to understand your feelings at that moment.

Being a daughter of Aphrodite, you could be pretty oblivious when it came to your feelings. You knew instantly if someone had a crush on another person, yet you couldn't understand why your heart beated so fast around the Hermes boy. You chalked it up to the ridiculous makeup he had, considering you found clowns creepy, but it still felt different. Suddenly, you didn't feel like skipping archery class anymore if it meant the Hermes cabin was going to be there, or putting a little bit more effort into your appearance each morning. You even wore your pink sweater religiously, as if it was the only item of clothing you owned. 

Your siblings were not as oblivious as you, they knew about the secret glances during breakfast or how your voice went up an octave when you spoke to him. But in true aphrodite cabin style, they watched from afar, seeing a love story form right before their eyes. And it wasn't hard to push you guys together, you seemed to always unconsciously follow him around, excusing it by saying you wanted to be more involved in camp. 

“Y/N could you take over arts and crafts for me today? I’m kind of busy with some other things,” asked Mitchell. He was free, but you did need to know that, and being the understanding sister that you were, you agreed. But your dear brother forgot to mention one slight detail: it was all the younger campers, which you couldn't stand sometimes, and that it was an arts and crafts session with the Hermes cabin.

 So, it came as a surprise to see a familiar mop of curls sitting at a separate table from the rest of the campers, making his own friendship bracelets. And it seemed to be a surprise to Travis too, fixing his hair and discreetly checking his breath once he caught a glimpse of you. 

“I thought Mitchell was helping today,” he said, pulling the chair next to him. You sat down fixing your hair too. 

“Actually, he is busy today, so I'm covering,” you explained, avoiding his eyes. His clown makeup long gone, you finally were able to appreciate his blue eyes and elvish features.

 “I’m glad you like the sweater,” he said, breaking the silence between you too. You had forgotten you were wearing it; it was muscle memory at this point. 

“Yeah, it's nice. Thank you so much,” you said, trying to hide the blush creeping on your face.

 “I'm glad you like it. I had to play poker with some of my siblings to buy it,” he said, and as your mouth dropped, Hermes boy’s were known for shoplifting once in a while, and you had assumed that was the case. But with the simple fact he went through all that trouble to get you a sweater made your heart flutter, you couldn't ignore it anymore: you had a crush on Travis Stoll and he had a crush on you. 

You kind of knew about the boy's feelings, being one of the many gifts blessed upon you by your mother. Yet for a whole month, you were in denial of your feelings. How could you like someone who played such a prank on you and your siblings? Or who always had a stupid smirk on his face to pair up with his cocky personality? Yet, you couldn't help it, your heart secretly longed for him. 

“You didn't have to go through so much trouble for a sweater, you know,” you said, grabbing some thread to make your bracelet.

“I know, but I wanted to make things right,” he said smiling at you. 

"You should've replaced Mitchells cologne, aren't you guys friends?” you said, not looking at how his smile slowly faded. 

“We are friends, but I wanted to make things right with you,” you couldn't help but smile at his words as butterflies started to form in your stomach.

“Why with me though?” Travis groaned, running his hand over his face. “I thought you were a daughter of Aphrodite” he said, with slight annoyance laced in his words 

“I am, but that still doesn't answer my question,” You finally looked up at him holding back from laughing in his face.

 “Because you're you, and I… don't you get it Y/N?” he said, stumbling over his words.

“Gods don't make me spell it out, this is so embarrassing,” the young campers long forgotten as they left both of you alone. “I like you. Gods, the mango was meant for you, there's only one person in that cabin that eats mangos like she can't live without them,” he spilled out, feeling a weight lift off his chest 

“I knew,” you said. You couldn't help but smile, it was only you ever wanted to hear from him, ever since he sat next you at that campfire.

“You knew!?” 

“Trav I can sense when someone has a crush, I just wanted you to say it,” now it was his time to blush at the sound of his name leaving your lips. 

“And I guess the feelings are reciprocated” you finished off, looking directly into his eyes. 

“So, will you go out on a date with me?” he asked, smiling so wide it hurt his cheeks. 

“If there's going to be mangos, then yes I would love to go on a date with you,” you responded. It felt like time stopped, and it was only you and Travis in that moment, looking at each other's eyes stuck in your bubble of love. 

[lafleshlumpeater]

travis stoll x apollo!reader

travis stoll x apollo!reader (frenemies to lovers)

travis stoll x reader fluff

[bugwolfsstuff]

@thel1ghtningthief @smileyalater @unubinary

Lads i've finnally gotten it done.

Ao3 version

'Nico can sense death as it happens or when it is coming; when a person close to him dies, it comes as a ringing in the ears'— The fandom page on Nico’s sensitivity to death ability A good guide knows when his charges are coming or going :)

Remember this.

TW: violent intrusive thoughts and near child death (he doesn't actually do it)

I swear that I’m a good kid (I never mean to hurt anyone) 

Luke stood over the sleeping boys, dagger in hand. 

Hermes' mini-mes, the Stolls, Travis and Connor sprawled out in their bed asleep. Unaware of what was happening above them. Travis had his arm wrapped around Connor. Connor had a grin on his face even in sleep. 

They looked exactly like Him. Same face. Same smirk. Same everything. They even acted like Him. 

There was a thrumming in his head. Telling him to do it. His hand squeezed the hilt. 

One swipe, one flash of silver and it’d be done. 

They wouldn't even have time to scream or fight. They’d go peacefully, Asphodel probably. They hadn’t done anything worthy of Elysium. They were too young. 

Or maybe, if their pranks were considered bad enough by the judges — punishment.  

Remember that time they put a spider in Annabeth’s bed? They knew she was terrified of spiders. They laughed at her when she screamed and cried. They’re just like Him. 

Just like Him. Just like Him. Just like Him. Just like Him. 

His thoughts screamed like a chorus of barking dogs, demanding blood as his arm raised. The dagger felt eerily light in his hands. Too right. 

He felt bile in his throat, just at the back like a coiled snake. Choking him like a boa constrictor. 

Would He even care if Luke killed them just now? Would He mourn His poor bastards? Would it hurt, Hermes? 

Would it even matter? 

The Stolls probably never even met Him. 

But they acted like Him. They looked like Him. Everything they did was exactly like Him. Every laugh, every prank, every— 

“Luke?” 

.... 

He froze. His breath hitched. 

Travis blinked his eyes—blue just like His— open. Travis was a light sleeper. 

Luke yanked the dagger away, hiding it behind his back before Travis saw, the dogs of his thoughts howling: do it now, do it now before they become Him. 

“What are you doing?” Travis asked. It was a good question. The bile rose back up his throat. It was like looking at a younger version of him. 

“You ever met Him?” He asked suddenly. 

Travis looked caught off guard “Huh?” 

“Hermes” The name felt like venom on his tongue, but he had to make sure, “...I mean have you met Hermes?” He asked. 

“Yeah” Travis rubbed his eyes, flinching at the tone, “I—I mean...only once, when Connor was born.” The tips of his ears turned red as if he was ashamed of talking ill of their heavenly (Olympianly?) deadbeat.  

“He...He sucks” Travis said shakily. 

He sounded near tears. His lip trembled and his eyes widened — baby blue like his not His— in a ‘please believe me’ or a ‘please don't kill yell at me for what I said’ expression. 

He was acting like a child. 

Because he was one. 

They weren't their father. They didn’t even know Him. 

Something inside of Luke twisted at that realization. Like someone inside had snapped the necks of the barking dogs in his thoughts and replaced them with sobering guilt. 

What was he doing? 

What was he doing?  

“Are you mad at us, Luke?” Travis asked. 

His voice was small and fearful, and he had a face that proved it, a face that wasn’t His but Travis’. 

Guilt. 

Hermes never felt guilt. The face that was looking at him with tears threatening to fall wasn’t Hermes’. 

It was a child’s. Not his father’s. 

Luke shook his head, “No,” Bile rose back up his throat. “Go back to sleep, Travis.” 

Travis rubbed his eyes, lingering for a moment before pulling Connor closer and shutting his eyes. 

Luke sighed with a shaky breath, turned on his heel and walked out of his cabin. Sheathing the dagger. 

He didn’t know that the Stolls got their curly hair from their mother and the freckles that marched across their faces came from her not Him. 

He didn't know they were more Chthonic than the rest. 

He didn't know Travis was lying to save them both. 

He didn't know Travis had awoken ages ago from ringing in his ears. 

And he won’t ever know, not in his lifetime. 

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“evil genius” - series masterlist

travis stoll x daughter of athena!reader

smau; who knew that a son of hermes and a daughter of athena could cause so much trouble? after teaming up to pull a prank, you found that you and travis had more in common than you thought.

chapter 1: who vandalized the ares cabin?

chapter 2: get out of my kitchen!

chapter 3: soft launch of the century?

[audreyscribes]

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS:

"COOKIES" (CLARISSE LA RUE X READER) IMAGINE:

Synopsis: What happens when you combine cookies with a child of Iris, who becomes friends with a child of Ares.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD" Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace/ Luke Castellan & Reader imagine: [1] [2] [3] [4] [Ao3 Link]

Synopsis: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

*no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age.

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST 📜

MAJOR GODS: {LINK}

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR][AO3]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MINOR GODS: {LINK}

🌈IRIS☮ [TUMBLR][AO3]

💤HYPNOS😴 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚖ NEMESIS ♎ [TUMBLR] [AO3]

✌ NIKE🏆 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🥂HEBE🙏 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🍀 TYCHE🎰 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔮 HECATE🌙 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MISCELLANEOUS GODS: {LINK}

{W A V E 1.0}

💀 PERSEPHONE💐 [PART1 | TUMBLR]\ [PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🧝‍♀️MYSTERIOUS NYMPH(?) 🧝‍♂️ [PART1 | TUMBLR] \[PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍎ERIS😈 [TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🎶HARMONIA☮ [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

{W A V E 2.0}

💀 THANATOS 🦋 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

💤 MORPHEUS💤 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍃 ZEPHYROS🌷 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🔥PROMETHEUS🔥 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

PRIMORDIAL GODS: {LINK}

🌌CHAOS🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌎GAEA 🌎 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🕳TARTARUS🕳 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

💘EROS💞 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

♟EREBUS🌑 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌌NYX🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌄HEMERA ☀ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌫️OURANUS🌬️ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🏔OUREA🗻 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌊PONTUS🌊 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

???? EPILOGUE ??? [TUMBLR] || [AO3]