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diary of a leo valdez ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

leo valdez x female!reader backtrack: "pretty u", seventeen inspiration: my desire to have someone love me like this 🥺

day one: the introduction

today I saw the most perfect girl!

okay, I know I say that every time I see a girl, but I think this time is for real. she’s perfect--beautiful and completely out of my league, like usual. I was just walking around camp when she walked by. it was like the actual grass parted to make way for her. she had a golden aura and flower petals were flying around her, illuminating her beauty. I wanted to ask for her number, but then I remembered that demigods aren’t supposed to have phones.

percy noticed me staring at her, I guess. he said something about me taking my shot, that she was single and I might as well try. I don’t know if he was joking or not, but I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I saw her this afternoon. at dinner my fork missed my mouth because I was watching her laugh with her friends. I was sitting on the other side of the pavilion, but I still heard her laugh. it was like twinkling bells.

I asked percy for her name: [name]. the word sounds like magic on my tongue. I’ve gotta talk to her soon. maybe she can drop something and I’ll pick it up for her and she’ll fall in love with me. maybe she’ll trip and I’ll dramatically catch her before she falls. I’ll say something nice--maybe “hey angel, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”--and we’ll fall in love.

okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. the first step to making [name] love me? I’d have to talk to her first.

day two: the failed meeting

leave it to percy to mess up what could’ve been a fairytale romance.

it was better than I could’ve imagined: we were at the arts and crafts station during afternoon free time. I sat as close to [name] as I could, which wasn’t really close because she was sitting with her friends and siblings. a gust of wind blew by--aeolus must’ve liked me today--and a bunch of feathers that [name]’s group was using blew off the table. I jumped out of my seat to pick up a stray feather that had blown to my side of the table. then I tripped over percy’s outstretched foot right in front of everyone.

he swore it wasn’t on purpose. maybe it really wasn’t--percy’s not that big of a jerk--but I was still mad. that was the perfect opportunity to get [name] to notice me. now it’s gone.

day seven: the beginning of something magical

[name] talked to me today!

she didn’t say much--just “excuse me”, because I was blocking her way to the bathroom. but she looked at me! and she smiled a little when she said it!

percy made fun of me relentlessly after that. apparently I had a “dopey smile” on my face. I didn’t even care that he was laughing at me.

this is a new development. she’s finally noticed me.

day twenty: the realization

I think this is serious.

usually after I see a pretty girl, I think about her for a few hours. maybe even a few days if she’s really hot. but now it’s been almost three weeks since I first saw [name], and I still can’t stop thinking about her. she’s talked to me a couple times now, but she still hasn’t paid much attention to me outside of these two-second conversations. she knows my name now--I made sure to tell her--and I’ve made her laugh a few times though, so that’s progress.

I caught myself tapping out her name in morse code today. I do it a lot now, almost as much as I tinker around with my bolts.

day twenty-five: the first big move

I can’t take it anymore.

she’s always on my mind. I can’t think straight when I’m around her. I get this huge smile on my face whenever I think of her. percy’s stopped teasing me; I think he might actually be kind of concerned.

I wrote her a love letter. cheesy, I know, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was originally planning on just going up to her all confident and smoothly ask her out. but when I opened my mouth to hit her with one of my deadly pickup lines, nothing came out. I got more jumpy than usual, and my chest was all warm and fluttery. I was looking at her--gods, her eyes are so pretty--but then it got really hard to keep looking at her, so I looked away. I was painfully aware of myself tinkering with little bolts. she was looking at me with this little smile on her face, as if waiting for me to say something--I had stopped her to talk to her in the first place--but I couldn’t think of what to say. I said something real smart, like “are you the square root of negative one, because you can’t be real.” she looked at me, kinda confused, and I awkwardly slunk away. I’m used to rejection, but this was so much worse.

then I remembered that we’re demigods. [name] probably hadn’t progressed in school to the point where she learned about radicals.

so now here I am with this stupid love letter. I included a little apology for the confusing pickup line. I don’t know how I’ll give it to her. maybe I actually won’t. yeah, that’s probably for the best. this letter is the most serious, most straightforward I’ve been in the last millennia. even though I’m sure by now that she’s a literal angel and probably won’t laugh at me, I don’t want to take any chances. I know what I want to say to her, now it’s just a matter of how I’ll tell her.

day twenty-six: the betrayal (and the win)

I don’t know what in hades’s underpants happened. but [name] got ahold of the letter.

it was percy. it had to have been percy. percy was the only one who knew about my crush.

well, okay, maybe not the only one--apparently everyone in camp knew, even though I hid it really well-- but he’s the only one who’s ever talked to me about it. it had to have been him, there’s no other option.

I’ll have to get him back. but that’ll wait. because [name]--drumroll, please!

she stopped me before breakfast today and asked to talk somewhere in private. I said I’d follow her to the bottom of tartarus. she laughed and led me to the pegasi stables--kind of an odd place, but definitely private.

she was holding the letter in her hands. she said she was really flattered, that my gesture was “really sweet” and nobody had ever done something like this for her. most importantly, she said she liked me too.

now, even though I can be pretty good at talking to girls, I actually don’t have much experience in a relationship--shocking, I know. I’ve had a lot of potential girlfriends before, but nothing’s ever been this serious or gotten this far.

in that moment, I said what might have been the smartest or the dumbest thing in my life: “so are we official now, or do you want me to yell it out to the whole camp?”

she laughed. and next thing I knew, her lips were on my cheek. she pulled away--my face felt hot, and I took a few seconds to make sure I wasn’t actually on fire--and grinned at me. her face was pink too, and she didn’t have makeup on, but she was just about the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“you’re a dork, leo,” she said. “but you don’t have to tell everyone. I’m pretty sure they already know anyway.”

no idea how that could’ve happened. but it seems like I owe percy jackson a thank you now.

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percy jackson ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

𓏲𓏸˙˖ bookworm

bookworm ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

percy jackon x bookworm!reader backtrack: "this love", taylor swift inspiration: I like reading

“babe.”

“babe.”

“baaaabbyyy.”

you blinked in surprise at the voice, looking up from your book. your boyfriend percy was sprawled upside-down on your bed, staring at you. he wore a pout on his face.

“what’s up, perce?” you asked absent-mindedly. “something wrong?”

“pay attention to me,” he whined. “you’ve been staring at that book all day.”

“perce, it’s barely been thirty minutes since dinner,” you reminded him gently. “and I haven’t had a chance to read yet today.”

“who would willingly choose to read?” percy sounded scandalized.

“me, perce,” you said, laughing a little. you were lucky to not have dyslexia like most demigods. it gave you the gift of calmness, patience, and peace. and it gave you the chance to read. “just because you can’t read doesn’t mean I can’t either.” you refocused on your book, almost missing percy’s exaggerated eye roll. (almost.)

he was strangely quiet after that, if not only for a few minutes. then suddenly your book was whisked out of your hands. your head snapped up to find it dangling in percy’s hands. “forget your book for a minute,” he pleaded. “I wanna hold you.”

you sighed, standing up. “give me the book back, perce,” you said. “let me finish the chapter, at least.”

you engaged in a little staring contest, which you won. percy sighed, handing the book back to you, and plopped back down onto your bed, defeated. “you promise?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but laugh at your touch-starved boyfriend. “promise,” you said.

“bookworm,” percy muttered, crossing his arms like a little kid. but he obediently kept himself entertained (by throwing the comforter up into the air and trying to slide under it so it covered him perfectly) as you quietly read your book.

finally, you finished your chapter, closing your book softly. percy was laying in bed, almost ready to sleep after tiring himself out. he blinked slowly at you, holding out his arms. you grinned--percy never went to sleep if he wasn’t holding you tightly--and made your way over to the bed, sliding in next to him. immediately percy’s arms went around your waist; he tugged you close to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head. “was the story good?” he asked finally, reluctantly.

you smiled into his chest. “yeah,” you answered. you wanted to rant all about your book to percy, to marvel at the beautiful imagery and laugh and cry about the fleshed-out characters. but percy had never been a reader, and you knew he was only asking because he knew you liked talking about your books. you hugged him back, and he tangled your legs together under the comforters. “this is nice,” he murmured sleepily. “holding you. talking. so much better than reading, wouldn’t you say?”

you smiled lovingly up at him, brushing some hair out of his eyes. “yeah,” you whispered. “this is the best.”

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multiple characters ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

𓏲𓏸˙˖ love languages

love languages ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

pjo boys x reader (percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, nico di angelo, will solace, ethan nakamura) backtrack: "hype boy", newjeans inspiration: I love thinking about love languages (little disclaimer that these are all obviously just my opinion)

percy jackson

giving: acts of service

how many times has this guy risked his life to save the world? percy jackson is a true hero, always putting himself in harm’s way to protect those around him, such as when he chose the prophecy to protect nico. he always takes risks to protect his loved ones, and he constantly puts others’ needs above his own.

receiving: quality time

I guess I based this off of percy spending a bunch of time with rachel before last olympian. but demigods are in constant danger, and percy would cherish every moment he spends with his partner because, unfortunately, you never know when it could be the last. I also thought about acts of service, since he was really grateful when annabeth and grover wanted to go with him on that quest in lightning thief.

jason grace

giving: acts of service

jason’s a giver. he literally joined the fifth cohort to bring back their glory. he sacrificed himself for piper (rest in peace jason, you deserved better) and his whole life has been about serving camp jupiter and later, camp half-blood too.

receiving: physical touch

this might be kind of controversial. I just think jason’s been in such a strict, intense environment since he was a toddler that he’s definitely touch-starved. he probably melts at any physical contact with his partner. I also thought about words of affirmation because he’s always been held to such high expectations, he’d really need someone just telling him they love him.

leo valdez

giving: gift giving

lowkey I put gift giving because too many people were getting acts of service. but genuinely I think leo would love making little trinkets and machines and giving them to his partner. he’s not great at being vulnerable with words or touch, so he shows his love through little actions. similarly, acts of service is also definitely a love language of his; think of everything he did to help calypso after all, even though I hate that ship.

receiving: words of affirmation

this is probably the one I’m most certain about. let’s be honest, leo’s been through so much shit, he’s been called so much shit, that he just needs someone to appreciate and love him and tell him that. plus, he’s so used to rejection that one “I love you” will send him into a spiral for days on end.

frank zhang

giving: physical touch

not entirely sure about this one, I need to reread heroes of olympus. but I bet frank would give the best hugs. you’d feel so safe and warm wrapped up in frank’s arms, and I feel like he’d be the most likely to be physically affectionate with others out of pretty much all the riordanverse characters.

receiving: words of affirmation

the second one I’m most certain about. frank is quite sensitive and definitely needs praise. not needs as in he’s an attention seeker, but needs as in he blushes bright red and smiles super wide when someone praises him. it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

luke castellan

giving: acts of service

luke is like the embodiment of the statement “a hero would sacrifice you for the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world for you”. he did everything that he did in order to build a better world; I genuinely believe he thought what he was doing was right for the greater good. and he brought back the titan lord and fought a war for a cause he believed in--what lengths would he go to to protect his partner?

receiving: words of affirmation

luke’s never received any sort of praise or recognition; it’s part of why he resented the gods so much in the first place. if he could have someone with him just to pick him up when he’s down, to encourage him and shower him with praise and love, he’d be so happy. although I like to think he’s a touch-starved baby who’s really clingy with his partner too.

nico di angelo

giving: quality time

nico’s not a talker, he’d much rather listen or sit in silence with his partner. spending a lot of time with his partner would let nico feel closer to them. there’s a special sort of connection and understanding that comes from shared experiences. acts of service was also another contender. nico would do everything for those he loves. take bianca, for example, and how hard nico tried to bring her back in battle of the labyrinth.

receiving: physical touch

another touch-starved one. he was taken out of time for seventy years, came back and lost his sister in like five days, went through two wars, had to deal with coming to terms with his sexuality; the poor guy has been through tartarus and back (literally). poor nico. someone give him a hug. I also thought about words of affirmation, since nico constantly struggles with being isolated and would probably really benefit from some reassurance and support.

will solace

giving: acts of service

I mean, he’s literally a healer. he does everything for others. enough said, really. he puts others’ wellbeing first, and in the process sometimes overlooks himself and his own needs. which leads to. . .

receiving: acts of service

will is so used to people taking care of him that he never asks for help when he needs it. the little things, like helping him out when he’s tired, is the way to his heart. no one’s ever really looked out for him since he arrived at camp half-blood, and he had to take over the apollo cabin when he was barely a teenager. it’d be nice for him to have someone take care of him for a change.

ethan nakamura

giving: acts of service

I don’t know why so many characters have acts of service as a giving love language. maybe it’s because they’re heroes and fight and do stuff for their respective causes, so naturally they give off a giving or take-action vibe? but anyway, ethan fought and gave his life in order to gain his mother--and himself, honestly--more recognition. he takes action for those he cares about and always wants to defend his beliefs and help his friends, even though his ways may be a little questionable.

receiving: words of affirmation

really similar to luke. ethan’s always been undervalued and overlooked. he just needs validation and support. encouragement and praise would help him finally feel acknowledged, accepted, and valued.

I wanted to post this on valentine's day but I got too excited

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ethan nakamura ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

𓏲𓏸˙˖ loser

ahh i love your writing so much!!! are requests open?? if so id love to request more ethan nakamura >_< maybe a piece about the reader comforting him after the war? (au where he survives ofc) but honestly i wouldnt mind anything lol

loser ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

ethan nakamura x reader backtrack: "loser", bigbang inspiration: you!

in the days following the battle of manhattan, ethan nakamura was sent to the infirmary and visitors were banned from seeing him. this was probably for good reason--you bet that if campers had unrestricted access to ethan, they’d descend upon him with swords and arrows and finish off what kronos couldn’t do. unfortunately, this also meant you couldn’t see ethan at all. you didn’t even know if you necessarily wanted to see him--just thinking of him made your heart ache--but there was something that compelled you toward the big house every day, standing outside and staring through the windows at the infirmary beds lined with the injured. you often had to be dragged away from the big house porch.

after about a week, ethan was discharged from the infirmary. you now often saw him wandering around camp by himself, trying to keep his head down and avoiding eye contact with everyone. he had nobody; none of his friends from the hermes cabin were talking to him, luke was dead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything except watch from afar. if it wasn’t for you warning the naiads to keep an eye on him, you were sure he would’ve drowned himself already.

you and ethan had so much history. you had been friends for years before everything went to tartarus. you had been the only one ethan confided in when he was feeling angry or upset about the gods. you had been the one to hold him when he had nightmares, to sing softly to him until he fell into a restless sleep. you had known before everyone else that he was planning to betray camp, to join luke and kronos. you had begged him not to go, but he hadn’t listened. you had spent hours tossing and turning in your bed, unable to sleep as your mind danced over all the memories you and ethan shared. you were the best of friends, the worst of enemies, and maybe even something more. and it had been you, in the throne room, who sang to ethan to snap him out of his kronos-induced brainwashed state. you had, essentially, saved his life. and you were miserable. you couldn’t help but feel like you had just reduced ethan to a life of being ostracized and hated; it would take months, if not years, for people to forgive him, if they even would.

maybe it’s your past together that made you so determined to stay with him. you saw how pale his face was; the bags under his eyes were dark purple, and he never showed up to campfire singalongs anymore. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him smile.

about a month after the battle of manhattan, annabeth started building the new cabins. hades was the first; nico was more than happy to help out with some of the exterior and interior designing. cabin fourteen was for iris, cabin fifteen for hypnos. the design of these cabins were also both heavily influenced by butch and clovis, two respective sons of the gods whom the cabins were built for.

“[name],” annabeth called after you one morning as you headed to archery with your cabin. you turned around to see her clutching a folder and a bunch of paper in hand. she showed you the top piece of paper; it was a blueprint design for a cabin. “I’m designing nemesis’s cabin. do you think ethan would want to . . . you know?”

you noticed her nose crinkle a little as she said his name. you couldn’t blame her though. ethan had, after all, stabbed her with a poisoned knife. but the blueprint looked amazing; it was everything ethan had told you he dreamed of for his own cabin. “this is great, annabeth,” you gushed. “I’m sure ethan would love it. and I can ask him, but honestly. . .”

she understood right away. “sure,” she said. “no pressure.”

now, campers weren’t necessarily supposed to go into cabins that weren’t their own. you silently prayed that hermes would forgive you this one time as you made your way to cabin eleven, footsteps feeling heavier the closer you got. your breathing quickened, and your heart started thumping faster. you didn’t know why you were so nervous to finally talk to ethan. this isn’t about you, you tried to tell yourself. ethan’s cabin is finally being built and you’re just here to tell him.

ethan was right where you knew he’d be; sitting on the couch in the hermes cabin (because he didn’t have a bed, only a sleeping bag on the floor) and staring forlornly out the window, facing away from you. you watched him look sad for several minutes, barely controlling your shaky breathing. your fingers were trembling, you realized, and you squeezed your hands into fists to try to get them to stop. taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat. “if you stay cooped up here forever, you’re going to miss the construction of your cabin.”

he startled a little at your voice, before slowly turning to look at you. “what?” he muttered tiredly, face scrunched up in confusion.

“your cabin,” you repeated. “unless you’d prefer it to be a surprise. but I thought you wanted some sort of say in how the nemesis cabin looks.”

he blinked, an odd emotion crossing his face. you wondered if he was about to cry. “nemesis cabin?” he repeated.

“yeah,” you said. “are you coming?”

he practically jumped off the couch.

ethan practically fainted as he saw the base of the nemesis cabin. his hand reached for yours, pleadingly, desperately searching for something to anchor himself to. you let him grip your arm as he stared at the cabin. his face was pale.

annabeth, to her great credit, actually came over and explained to ethan her plans. she couldn’t hide the disgust or hatred in her eyes, but she actually talked to him nonetheless--you suspected someone like percy had forced her to be civil. she asked ethan a few questions about the interior and exterior of the cabin, like what kinds of designs he would like. ethan was too stunned to say anything at first, only nodding numbly, so you stepped in, trying to remember all the things he had once said he dreamed of having: “large mirrors. black floors. scales everywhere. lanterns and torches. am I missing anything, ethan?”

his mouth opened, then closed, his grip on your arm tightening. “uh, no. I don’t think so. thanks, [name]. chase.”

you elbowed him, not super subtly. “annabeth,” ethan corrected hastily.

“hm. yeah.” annabeth looked him up and down, eyes slightly narrowed. “I can do that.” she gave you a polite nod before turning around and walking off.

you were left with ethan, who was still looking dazed at the fact that there was an actual nemesis cabin being built. “what do you think?” you asked finally, a little nervously.

“I’m such a loser,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his face. “such a loser. [name]--”

“about time you realized.” you tried to make your voice light and playful. “don’t worry too much, ethan. you’re getting your cabin, after all.” you didn’t know how else to comfort him.

he blinked slowly, and you were shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes. “I wasn’t thinking--I never should have--”

you quickly shushed him, dragging him away from the construction site and toward the lake. you shooed away the naiads so the two of you could have a little privacy. you reach up and hastily brush tears away from ethan’s pale, cold face. “I know you feel guilty, ethan. you can see it on your face. it’ll be okay, all right? it’ll be fine. everything will work out. you did what was right in the end.”

he was shaking a little now, so you quickly took his hands in yours, pulling him closer to you. he clung tightly to you, as if you were the first person who has ever been kind to him. perhaps you really were. you lost track of time as the two of you stood on the dock hugging, years of memories and words unsaid passing between the two of you. presently you ran your hands through his hair, whispering comforting words to him. “it’ll be okay,” you tell him. “the war is over now. you’re safe. you did the right thing. I knew you would come back to me; I saw the good in you from the beginning.”

you didn’t even know if ethan heard or processed a word you said. all you knew was that with every whisper from your lips, his grip on you tightened, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that he could never bear to let go of.

there would be plenty more time for the two of you in the future. there would be words exchanged, fights and laughter and blasts from the past so intense and dark you might not make it out. but right now, as the two of you stood there, you were the only ones in the world. right now, this was all you needed. this was enough.

the first request I've received! thank you for loving my writing and for requesting, and I hope this met your expectations!

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how am i supposed to remember who the enemy is when said enemy is a boyfriend shaped brown eyed curly head?

tbh luke castellan was serving cunt the whole time and everybody was hatin bc of the war crimes or wtv

re fucking tweet

LET'S TALK ABOUT THE PERCY JACKSON SHOW

FIRST!:

rick (WRITER OF THE BOOKS AND THE SHOW) said that the show was BETTER! in all aspects, and if you're mad that it's not EXACTLY like the book— then go read the damn book idk. y'all always got something to bitch and moan about but the series was amazing! the actors, the cgi, the writing— it was too notch. money well spent, EASILY. a little rushed? maybe but considering the first book wasn't that eventful it doesn't matter. plus you can't necessarily put out 40-60 min eps for a show meant for KIDS and it's only the first season 💀 not only that but you can't expect the kids on set to work for that long for hours AND months on end, there are laws about this, people!!

NEXT!:

"the actors blond, they expect me to like it?" fucking get over yourself bruh💀💀 literally WHO are you and who do you think you are to be having this much fucking audacity talking about a CHILD (walker who was like 12 at the time and he's now 15, mind you) get over it???? it's truly not that deep. y'all cry about silly little book inaccuracies like this but completely forget your ass is reading about a 12 year old who's half-god and half-mortal and hes fighting monsters, titans and gods and he has a saytr best friend while the entry way to olympus is in NEW YORK instead of Greece.

dear lord y'all need to please stop embarrassing yourselves. and YES the "they're kids!" excuse can be used! bc they were— and STILL are. you can't expect kids to be perfect all the damn time and if you got off your high horse, you'd see that they did REALLY well. especially when this was one of the most serious jobs they've EVER had. not only that, the cast is perfect. practically fell out of the book. y'all just mad Beth isn't some blonde white girl and grover has little to no growth or personality.

Furthermore!:

of course everyone is allowed to like and dislike what they want, but let's not sit here and act like your shitty grievences are not petty, annoying, stupid and racist.

Get over it— disrespectfully, anyways, in conclusion, the show is amazing— the movies were bad, if you're mad, read the fucking book and walker, leah and aryan did SO well! hope their careers flourish<3

thanks for coming to my ted talk!!!

chat why isn’t she in love with me

Percy Jackson. Mi corazón. My first book boyfriend. Will always hold a special place in my heart. Eu amo você. Te amaré por siempre.

Summary: Luke and his girlfriend get into the last fight of their relationship.

Warnings: Manipulation,angst,smut,language

18+

Luke had done it again. He found a way to play his his girlfriends feelings

Luke castellan x daughter of hades

She had caught him with another councilor again.

He watched as the stranger flirted with him, pushing up on him,touching his hair, as she batted her long eyelashes her little button nose crinkled at every joke he told her “your so good with your sword Luke” she heard the brunette say “I mean I try, I’m good at other things too if you’d ever wanna see that” he laughed.

She listened in she wasn’t surprised at her boyfriends behavior he was a popular Demi god. She knew how they could be and she knew guys would also kill to be with her and he treated her like a one trick pony. She knew he was tired of just kissing and going on meaningless dates because they just fought the whole time.

But she would never pay any mind to random guys just because she’s mad and because they gave her attention and trust they gave her attention. But she had always reminded them she was with Luke.

They would always be angry at each other but this was the last straw for the the girl.

She watched was the other woman now felt him up while giving him puppy dog eyes and biting her lip. He looked around to make sure nobody would see them as he threw his head back.

He obviously did see me because then he pushed her off of him. “Babe.” He said acting as if I didn’t see what was happening. “I thought you were on kitchen duty?” He asked in her face.

“I was on duty but then I wanted to come find you. See what you were up to love bug!” But it seems like you have lots of love to go around so I’ll be on my way.”

He chased after her “Odessa I swear it’s not what it looked like, she was helping me fix a broken button on my shorts. You know how it is” I just smiled and nodded. “She’s not the first girl I’ve seen fix a button castellan.” She scoffed “your so quick to let girls touch you.” He looked mad “as if you don’t let guys touch you when I’m not around?” She looked mad now “I DONT!” as she said this the grass caught fire.

She stormed away to her dorm. She got over heated her pants caught fire she stood there. I won’t let him do this bullshit again.

(Later that night)

Luke knocks her window, she was the only one in the cabin because the other campers were at the campfire celebrating the week. She looked towards her window and walks to open it. “Need something dick?” She flashed a fake smile. Luke “yeah actually. I wanted to apologize but somewhere away from the noise?” He proposed. Looking at the campers at the campfire.

She didn’t forgive him but wanted to Atleast hear him out. Okay. Let me change? *she closed her window to change into a dark red mini dress, it was hot that night. She hopped out of her window to hear him out. “I still don’t forgive you if you’re wondering Luke castellan.” She states. “I know”

They finally make it far enough in the woods. She looked at her “this is where we had our first ever date.” “It was a picnic right near that tree.” She smiled at her. It was too and she hated his smiles now because she knew there was always something behind it. It was no secret their relationship was rocky

Luke basically flirted in or out of the public eye people even thought we’ve broken up before. Why did I put up with it? Because he was the best swordsman at camp. I needed to get the gods attention somehow. And it worked, Percy Jackson had recently came to camp and got claimed by Poseidon she had already weaseled her way into being his friend because Luke was his counselor

She didn’t need to put up with this man baby for any longer and she was grateful to use the girl from this morning as her excuse.

“So what?” She stared at him blankly“It’s just a spot” she looked at him with unreadable eyes.

He scoffed “you make it so fucking difficult to be sorry for you.”

“Sorry for me? You’re a stupid son of a bitch!” I yell

Luke’s eyes widened “don’t talk about my mother”

I laughed “if I was talking about your mother I would’ve said ya mama.”

“You’re such a man whore.” I say

Luke opened his mouth to yell “I thought you were an equal rights kinda girl considering you make a whole big deal about guys calling girls bitches.”

“Oh which you’re being right now by the way.” He finished

“Did you just call me a bitch castellan?” She puts her hand on her hips after removing her earrings and tossing them.” There was a small spark of flames when she tossed the metal into a pile of leafs.

Luke didn’t wanna upset her too much because she could obviously lit his ass on fire. He couldn’t help but to look at how beautiful his girlfriend was when she was mad. “I just get jealous when guys come and talk to you all the time. I thought it was about time before you left me for one of them.”

She rolled her eyes at his sorry ass excuse

She wanted to break him

Summary: You and your ex best friend reconnect at a secret Demi-god party literally.

Summer ended months ago and so did you friendship with your best friend Clarisse.

Warning: sexting,bullying,underage drinking,kissing,jealousy,toxic.

Friends to enemies

“Now we’re up against

The wall and she’s

calling me baby”

You were at school and you could’ve sworn it was the hottest day of the season

Odessa got a notification on her phone ( you’ve been invited to camp half blood celebration)

You had one thought “Those people will call anything a celebration” You raised your eyebrow as you read more into it. You did wanna catch up with your friends to gossip and talk shit after not seeing them for so long. But you didn’t wanna see…her

Last summer

Clarisse had been acting fidgety the whole morning

She only spoke to you once but it seemed like she was being distant the whole week. She’s been on her phone constantly sending selfies to whoever being all secretive. I walked in on her sending someone a picture of her in a bra that I gifted her because it suits her better. She brushed off the topic just saying she was sexting a guy from her school and that I should drop the whole thing.

Weirdo.

You guys were at breakfast when she suddenly checked her watch looking straight at you looking guilty. “I’m gonna be right back, the food is passing right through me.” She said looking at our friend group.

“Do you want me to come wait with you?” I offered

“No, I’m fine go back to eating or something fatty.”

She always made jokes with the girl but this one seemed more personal because she didn’t laugh as she usually did after. I put my breadstick down and stared at her in disbelief as she walked away and out of the dining hall. “I wonder Who’s up her ass today,” I say but it’s inaudible to others. I moved my food away from me and sat there looking at my other friends. I’m fucking hungry and she ruined it.

Then I decided I’d had enough of her odd behavior and I was gonna tell her to fuck off. I looked over at my distracted friends who were watching some new boy named Percy, “Guys I’m gonna go catch up with Clarisse.” One of them spoke “Yeah sounds good” They were just distracted by him so I left.

Odessa walked out of I dining hall and looked around for Clarisse as she saw Clarisse about to enter the wooded area looking to see if anyone saw her Odessa hit behind a cabin. “Where is she going?”

Clarisse entered the woods looking sketchy as hell

I followed behind her closely as she looked paranoid she walked for 5 minutes and then suddenly stopped in an empty area I hid behind a bolder as she just stood there looking at her watch. I quickly got tired of being hidden so I wanted to just get up and talk to her but that’s when a familiar boy walks towards her. “That’s my fucking ex,” I whispered under my breath. Clarisse smiled at the boy “Took you long enough.” She walked towards him. Odessa wanted to scoff at this interaction but remained quiet. There was no way in hell her best friend would’ve snuck off to see her ex behind her back

They had been best friends since they were kids there’s no way in hell that Clarisse would do anything to disobey her friend's trust like that.

Then she watched as their lips connected.

“Oh” she whispered under her breath.

My Clarisse with Luke castellan . I hated them both.

Things escalated quickly when their camp shirts were thrown across the ground. If felt wrong to stay even if it was an act she felt was against her. Clarisse had her legs wrapped around Luke’s torso as they made out

“Tell me I’m better than her” Clarisse had told the boy to say. Luke smiles “You better than Odessa,” he says breathlessly

Odessa had had enough and snuck out of her spot and carefully walked towards their shirts taking them and crawling away from the area heading back towards the camp. The girl had thrown their shirts in the ocean, watching as they floated away.

She couldn’t believe what she just saw. She wasn’t shocked just disappointed in her best friend. Out of all the guys at camp, why did it have to be her ex-boyfriend and her Clarisse? “Fuck this feeling.”

She wiped her tears and fixed her face to go into act two Playing dumb. She walked back into the dining hall and towards their friend group. She put on a fake worried look. “Guys I think something happened with Clarisse she isn’t back yet, I went to go look for her but I can’t find her. I said fake panicked. My performance got the attention of the group. The friend group told everyone to go around camp and look for Clarisse. They listened. It was a lost camper after all just sat outside near the campfire while people comforted me as I put on my pretended to be in distress. They said things like like. “Don’t worry we will find her” “I bet she’s gonna turn up” or “We know how much she means to you” She doesn’t mean jack shit anymore, all those years of friendship are over.

I turned to look over at a stressed topless Clarisse coming out of the woods others stopped their search. others ran over as she covered her chest with her arms “Clarisse what happened are you okay?” I hear them say. “I just stood there in front of her quietly. I have nothing to say to her.

She finally spoke after 10 questions “I’m fine does anyone have an extra shirt?” Our friends run into a cabin and get her one. “Did you enjoy it?” I whispered to her while people were distracted. “What?” She said a bit worried as if I knew something. Our friends came back to hand her a shirt. She put it on Luke came out of the woods. That’s when people whispered and stepped back.

Luke then spoke “she got lost I was helping her?” He states “bullshit.” I say at pointing at him people then put two and two together “oh did you guys just…” another councilor asks. “That’s like kinda evil.” Another person states. I looked the girl dead in her face “You are dead to me.” I stormed away into the Aphrodite cabin. I didn’t talk to her for the remainder of camp.

Our friend group forgave her after a while because they felt bad, but then again it wasn't their exes she hooked up with so I didn't blame them

Months later and a new summer is about to start I texted my friends that I was going to the party

I needed to get out more anyway I don’t care if Clarisse la rue had been there she wouldn’t be the reason I chose to stay inside for the rest of my life because she was a backstabbing two-faced-

Odessa walked through the doors for the party the first thing that was seen was two guys sword-fighting for a bag of Sour Patch Kids. The girl rolled her eyes and went to find her friends. She saw people looking at her from the corner of her eyes she was stunning and she knew it too. Her too was a cropped black top that almost looked like a bra with some dark blue low-rise jeans showing off her hips perfectly with some fuzzy black boots matching her top. Her hair was done into a bun with a side swoop with curly pieces falling in front of her face

She don’t bring a bag because 1. Things get stolen

2. She only needed her phone with was in her pocket.

Her lip combo was pink with red lip liner and some cute lashes/mascara she smelled amazing from using her strawberry body oil from TikTok shop.😏

She looked hot like always all she was missing was her friend group *she found them doing shots in the kitchen one by one in a contest she looked down the line of people laughing at how silly they looked

Then her eyes met hers for the first time in months

The curly-haired girl was also watching their friends from across the counter but now her eyes were on you. Looking into your soul as if she knew what was behind it. You returned the favor staring straight at her. She started to look at what you were wearing her eyebrows knitted at your shirt as she walked towards you “What the hell are you wearing” she laughed. You gave her a bitchy look “I took inspiration from you” Odessa said smiling in her face. Clarisse was confused but then remembered the day they stopped being friends. Clarisse scoffed “I think I wore that bra a bit better than you huh?” Clarisse said referring to the time you gifted her a bra set that she wore for your ex. That’s when Luke came up behind her handing her a drink. You weren’t jealous you could never be jealous… as if could ever be… Jealous. Odessa scrunched her nose. “How cute, I’m gonna go barf now” she indicated as she pretended to put her finger down her throat walking off as she made eye contact with The other woman who was just in front of her face

Hours into the party everyone was either buzzed or drunk people ate like there was no tomorrow. Odessa’s friends handed her a vape but she declined knowing it would lead to her being hungry. She didn’t want to eat too much knowing her stomach was out in the open. She started to worry about her weight after Clarisse had made comments when they were friends. She then took out her phone and opened a notification from a random Snapchat user she added earlier. Spiteful_goddess. She opened the snap from them which read “Meet me in the bathroom” showing a picture of a bathroom from the second floor. Her friend Annabeth looked over at her phone “That could either be a serial killer or a hot hookup waiting to happen.” You looked at her confused “Is there no in-between?” You ask “No.” She said leaning back as she ate a slice of pizza. “Well, I trust you to tell my story? Of how I lived a good life and all that” you tell her walking away to find whoever sent you the text

You heard a group of guys whistle when you walked up the stairs and ignored them all guys are pigs

You asked the person to send another snap of the bathroom because there were about 3 upstairs you spot one of your friends making out with her boyfriend and going into one of the bathrooms.

“Not that one.” You got a notification on your phone looking as you saw the bathroom was connected to a bedroom you walked into the only one open and looked for the bathroom. She then opened to door slowly half expecting to get stabbed. She looked around the dark bathroom confused

She turned on the light to find a gorgeous girl sitting on the countertop of the sink. A voice spoke to her “Hey bestie”

You weren’t surprised only someone obsessed with you would make a whole new Snapchat account and make you chase them around a house of drunk horny teenagers. She hopped off the counter and shut the door behind you to keep you from running off. You stare at her blankly. “Clarisse did you wanna check up on me and see if I had another ex you can steal or?”

I asked her sassily. She rolled her eyes “Listen I get it what I did was shitty but you don’t get it Odessa.” She said as if she had the right. Now she was making me mad “ I don’t get what? you backstabbing me? Because you’re fucking right I don’t get it!” I yelled in her face “People use to compare us 24/7 I got tired of it it was always, Odessa is better than Clarisse at this or even Odessa has a better this and all that bullshit” she yelled back “So yeah maybe I hooked up with your ex just to see if I was better than you in some ways than others, so forgive me for trying something new” she continued.

I gave her the most unapologetically pleasing face “ You can try new anywhere with anyone and chose fucking Luke? Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me?” Tears threatened to leave the girls eyes as she yelled at Clarisse again. “He always praised you like you were his most prized possession. “I wanted something like that.” Clarisse said softly. “Something like what?” You asked her she looked you straight in your face “Something like you… a prized possession” At this point she backed you into the wall her hand on your hip and the other reaching towards your phone. “What are you doing?” Odessa asked the girl. Clarisse grabbed your phone and set it on the counter looking back at you. She wiped your tears and kept her hands on your face “I know you saw us in the woods the day.” She stared into her eyes “I’m not mad about the shirt thing either. And I’m sorry for what I did to you… to us and our friendship.”

“I just don’t know how to handle my feelings towards you and I come up with dumb shitty ideas that are not right in any way whatsoever,” she says

You look at her in shock “Did Clarisse la rue just apologize to someone?” You ask. She looked at you seriously “She did.” She looked at her eyes “Are you drunk?” You ask in a hushed tone. Clarisse looked at your lips then your eyes “No.” Her hands brush your hair out of your face as she leans in to kiss you. It was a passionate kiss she held you like she never wanted to let go and this would be the last time ever she would have to touch you again. She wanted to make it last. She moves her leg towards the girl's heat, not breaking the kiss. Odessa gasped allowing access for Clarisse to slip her tongue in •

She felt intoxicated by the kiss moving her hands to rummage through the other girl's hair and pulling it Clarisse let out a breathy moan Clarisse pressed her leg harder against the girl's heat as she did this Odessa let out a quiet moan As they kissed and fought for dominance. Odessa opened the bathroom door leading them into the bedroom the fell onto the bed breaking the kiss Odessa was straddling Clarisse looking down at her

As they reconnect lips the door bursts open a random guy enters “PARTYS BEING RAIDED” he yelled as he ran out of the room. Both girls looked at each other confused as they looked in the hallway of people running wild trying to either hide or get out of the house. I grabbed Clarisse's hand “We should leave.” They Ran out of the room and through the back door pushing through drunk teens yelling that the police were outside they laughed as they made it out and a block down, Still holding hands.

“That was a shit show” Clarisse says

“You’re my shit show” Odessa replies

Percy Jackson X daughter of hades.

Summary: Having known of each other for years, going to the same camp and having some of the same friends Percy and Odessa ignore each others presence. Guess it wouldn’t work forever almost.

Warning: underage drinking and language

Part 1

“MY THROATS ON FIRE”

An older camper yells as if she didn’t just ask me to light her whisky like the Fourth of July fireworks.

“no way.” I reply as if she didn't ask me to set her drink on fire. The girl takes another shot as she merges into a group of people. My best friend, looking cheerful, approaches and drapes his arm over my shoulder.

"Hey Freddy," he greets. He's been calling me Freddy, as in Freddy Kruger, since we were kids. I glance at Luke and respond, "He luke." We stand in Comfortable silence before we begin judging our classmates. "What on earth is she wearing?" I ask. "She looks like a warning sign," I comment as the girl glances at me and scoffs. "That outfit should come with a warning," Luke adds. I can't recall what I drank or how much, but it was undoubtedly spiked.

It's no secret that I'm not the most popular person here. The girls here worship the guys like gods, leaving no space for any of us to carve out our own identities. We give them too much credit. I slur as I speak "I've made up my mind. I want to be popular," I announce. Luke nearly chokes on his drink. "You're kidding, right? Nessa, you're already popular," he says, looking confused.

I roll my eyes "If I was popular I would know by now." As I say this a group of kids walk in and greet me with a handshake or giving me a nickname.

"I bet those kids don't even know my name," I said, realizing I had bullied half of them. It was sad they even wanted to pretend they were close to me. Luke looked at me mysteriously. "Go ahead, I won't stop you," he said, laughing. "Yeah ok weirdo," I replied, walking away from Luke and towards the DJ booth.

I pushed the DJ aside, realizing I was drunk enough to broadcast my thoughts on a microphone. The DJ asked, “Hey, can you not?” I scoffed, “Can you stop spinning disks like a househusband washing dishes?” He looked as offended as if I didn't just giving him the free palm reading of a lifetime.

Taking the microphone, I addressed the crowd. The drinks were starting to hit me. I shouted, “WHO WANTS TO SEE ME LIGHT THIS PARTY UP?!” Everyone screamed “Yeah” as I began to shoot flames into a tree, the sky, and the drinks booth. Should've known alcohol was deadly Everyone ducked as the fire spread through the booth to the path. “Fuck I'm in trouble.”

Luke scooped me up and ran out of the forest with the others. As he carried me, I saw a pool of water shooting towards the flames I had created, before I passed out.

“Fuck my heads killing me.” Getting up and looking at the time 4am I sigh and get out of bed grabbing some of my clothes. I need a shower.

Taking a cold shower while hungover is the worst but it helps. After my shower I change into running clothes and put on my headphones. I think everyone should've forgeotton what happened by the time they wake up. Walking towards the forest.

I see Clarisse waking up from her window and wave. She gave me the middle finger as I entered the forest area. smells like recklessness and bad ideas, my kind of party. As I get deeper in the woods I look over the waterfall. Before jumping over it I see a boy at the bottom. “Hey I thought I was the only unique one getting up early” I whisper crossing my arms. Rolling my eyes seeing it was none other than Percy Jackson. Look I don’t have a problem with little buddy but cmon they give him so much credit for shit around here. He looked up at me after hearing a twig snap “Hm” he hums. “Hm” I hum mockingly Not wanting to waste any time around him before someone thought you guys were associated, like Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley in the first movie. I ignore him and walk away. “So annoying” I think on my way deeper into the forest burning grass with my finger tips. Finally time for fun. And I place the headphones that were once around my neck onto my ears and play a song I run around skipping and setting things on fire with my ability. This time with only little flames as memories washed back into my head from last night. After about half an hour I get bored and almost everything around me was burning. “Okay well that’s enough I say as I was about to snap my fingers and reverse the damage-

The same girl from last night, who seemed rather intoxicated, gave me an unhappy look and walked away. I decided to ignore her and continue practicing my skill, unsuccessfully. I can't help but feel that her presence in the forest has brought some bad luck. Despite my best efforts to avoid her since childhood, her presence is hard to ignore. She has a knack for causing inconvenience even if it's just once, before she leaves you alone. We've been attending the same camp since childhood, so I speak from personal experience. Once, I suggested she clean her dirty shoes during a campfire. In response, she burned mine, leaving holes in my socks. When I retaliated by drawing on her shoes, she became upset. Shes so sensitive.

Percy puts on his camp shirt as he gets out of the water and follows the path Odessa took awhile ago.

Seeing as she was lighting things on fire he panicked and moved nearby water onto her.

Percy panicked and asked, “What were you doing!?” Odessa whipped her body to the sound of his voice soaked from the pile of water dumped onto her. “What the hell?!” she screamed at him. “why would you do that.” she asked him harshly.

Percy scoffed “why did I end your little oven reunion? Because of last night princess.” I watch as she crossed her arms over her chest seeing that the water causes her shirt to be see through. “Oh… sorry you can have my shirt” I offer her as she swats me away. “Listen water boy, I can fend for myself.” she says rudely.

As she started to retreat back to camp soaked I had the balls to stand up to her today. I knew I would probley regret it somewhere along the line but It was a chance I was taking.

“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩”

Silence… she stopped walking. Stopping dead in her tracks she turned around to face him. “What was that?” she looked like she did and don't care about what I said at the same time. So I said it again

“That's not what I saw last night.” she walked closer to me. Now I was a stiff as a pencil I couldn't move and breathing near her felt wrong. She was now looking up at me as her face was moving towards my ear. She opened her mouth to say, “Do we have a problem?”

As chills ran down my spine I plucked up enough courage. “Do we?” I ask back to her. As gets back off her tippy toes as she scoffs at me storming away.

As I looked at the time I realised I had to be back to camp soon so nobody notices I was missing. Going back and catching up to Odessa as she ignores me. Walking side by side on silence. As we get to camp a whole bunch of campers and councliers are lined up listening to the camp director.

Odessa and I freeze in our tracks and listen in. “we have been alerted that there was a party last night. We are so disappointed you kids risked your safety for drinking and party tricks…” the camp counclier says “Well who would like to come forward and tell us who did what?” most campers look around as if looking for someone. “It was Odessa and Percy!” a councilor yells. Everyone agrees with him as Odessa and Percy are shocked in place as the counselor spots them and points at them to walk over.

I walk over almost immediately to clear my name as Odessa takes her time glaring daggers at the kid who snitched on her. She looks at the camp counselor “it's not what it sounds like.” I say as my hands lie on my hips.

The counclier looks down on us as she speaks “so you two did not trash the secret party last night?”

I freeze as I look around slowly. “Yes? No? Maybe so.” Odessa face plants as she sighs loudly. The counselor looked disappointed. “Your punishment is to clean up the mess you've made tonight.”

Odessa looks at Percy unwelcomly as she storms off pushing people in her path. I state at the interaction “Yikes.” I whisper drwding having to spend the night with her.

“Should stayed quiet…” like says as he walks past patting my back.

leah sava’ jeffries — cool for the summer

she’s so that girl

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘? 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 the allure? Something that pleases the aesthetic senses. Some find it things, silk, jewels and other ornaments of grandeur.

But beauty within others isn't down to a feature, wavy dark hair, sharp noses or soul capturing eyes. No, beauty within people belongs to the intangible.

Beauty is birthed from love. The mother of two being the driving force of all manner of life. And it's child is is the eye of the beholder.

But Love also breeds Conflict. It is the sharp blade and once the victim bleeds, it's very hard to stop its flow.

Belladonna Dorée was beauty personified. Even by age six she was applauded for her gentle disposition and soft features. Her Aunt June, saw this and decided to play. Her own little doll to snip, pluck, lace, chop and change as she pleased. And once she was, she wanted to share that with the rest of the nation.

At the time Bella saw no issue with it. After all, she was pretty and other people were just acknowledging it. A bunch of little girls lined up for display, fighting tooth and nail to destroy each other simply to prove that they were the standard. Looking back the red flags seemed to pile up from the start.

Contrary to popular belief there is a science to beauty. You had to balance the hair, the clothes, the grace and most importantly confidence. Never arrogance, confidence. There is a difference mind you.

A girl could never be arrogant. To imply such a thing would be treason. Arrogance is loud. Uncouth. Most of the time it's told and never shown.

But you still had to own the stage. It didn't matter if you were the strongest speaker or the most soul capturing singer. You had to dominate your space, you had to grasp their attention with a vice like grip and pray you never let go because it only took a moment for it to slip and you would become every other wayning star. Fallen and forgotten.

Belladonna chanted that like a mantra as she danced. Every stretch of the leg, every pointed toe, every turn that was commanded by the beat of the music again, and again and again was meant ooze a pool of talent at her feet like nectar.

And she smiled, preening under their praise. Including the non-verbal ones. The judges that were once investigating for any flaws in her system or cracks in her performance. They were now subdued, relaxed even. As they fixed the gazes in the young girl in awe.

They mirrored her docility like a snake charmer to a snake, forever hypnotised by her

And The funny part was...

She was only five.

But that didn't stop her because at the time her stage was her battlefield. Armed with nothing more than her blinding grin and doe-like eyes Belladonna was bound to give the performance of the ages.

She will laugh at the thought when she's older.

It didn't change the fact that she was the embodiment of their insecurities, their envy, the target of their fury that they had no choice to silence out of propriety. Belladonna Dorée was the catalyst of their quickening pulse, she was the shaker of their bones. She could strike fear into the hearts of any that simply watched her for long enough because she was, in fact, inevitable.

- 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥

Let me know if this should be continued

luke can put backbiter to my chin like that idc

im sorry if i made you mad

percy jackson x aphrodite!reader ;; part two too "i just wanted the flag" , y/n used, a tinsy tiny bit of angst... , Clarisse is very ooc 😭

ep 2 / chapter 9

part one

"LISTEN CLARISSE, IM SORRY" y/n says while getting scolded by the brunette, "sorry doesn't fix what we lost" she shouts back. "its a game! you'll get over it!" y/n yells stomping away, a few of the other campers take notice of the 2 arguing, its not uncommon for them to be fighting, in fact their toe to toe almost every day.

"dont walk away from me, y/n!" Clarisse follows the h/c to her cabin, "i thought we were done, you yelled at me for fucking up again, i walk away, done." she rolls her eyes and turns around. " you need to either back off, or learn to make your powers useful" Clarisse points at her chest.

they were friends, at least they used to be, before Clarisse became a power obsessed manic. they met when they were 3 before they knew they were demi-gods.

cabin 10 was currently empty, other than the two standing in between her bunk and a vanity. "what happened to you, you were never like this before" y/n mentions, "people change, it's called puberty." Clarisse snaps back. y/n sighs sitting down on her pink sheets, "just get out" she says. the brunette doesn't say anything instead she walks out passing Percy, who was about to walk in the cabin.

"um... hey" y/n turns around to see the blonde standing at the door, "newbie, what do i owe the pleasure?" she smiles at him and he steps in, "i have a question." she nods.

"earlier, during capture the flag, you told me to go get you my own flag for you, and i did, what happened?" he asks, she smiles "charm-speak." she says proudly, "one of the awesome powers i get from my mother." Percy nods "will i get a power from my dad?" he takes a few steps closer. y/n nods "cool.." the room stays silent for a while. "what was Clarisse doing here?" he looks at her.

"yelling, per-usual" she shrugs, "don't worry about it" she stands up and walks over to Percy.

"whats on your mind?" she says. "your very pretty" he smiles before widening his eyes "i didn't mean to say that!" she laughs "charm-speak" she winks before running out of the cabin to find her siblings

time skip !

it was now night time and the camp was having a party to celebrate the blue team winning capture the flag again.

"y/n!" she turns her head down to the person yelling her name, it was Kayla, one of the Apollo kids "the new kid is looking for you!!" she yells again, "why?" she stares at the ginger. "he says he wants to show you something!! "y/n sighs "tell him i'm in a tree by the pond!" she smiles at Kayla as she runs off to go tell Percy. she lays her head against the tree.

Percy walks over to the tree "hey!" she stares at him, "hello Percy" she bows her head sarcastically "why are you up there?" he asks. she smiles widely "its peaceful, you should join me." he thinks for a second then starts climbing. "Kayla said you had something to show me" she looks at him "i lied, i just wanted to see you again" he grunts holding on to a sturdy branch and pulling himself up.

"why?" she asks, "we're friends now aren't we?" she smiles sadly, she hasn't really had a good friend since Clarisse, "yeah, of course we are' he finally sits on the branch next to her, "i got assigned a quest" Percy says, "seriously? congrats Percy!" she hits his shoulder while he smiles, "Chiron said, i could bring 2 people with me, i was thinking about taking you" he looks at her for any kind of reaction, but it wasn't the reaction he expected. her smile turned into a frown and her shoulders dropped. "no, i can't go with you" his eyebrows furrowed "why not?" she shook her head "i cant help you" she laughs sadly. "take Annabeth, shes strong, and independent. and she'll be happy to go on a quest for once." Percy looks at the water, "i wont see you for a while" he says. he looks at her and sees her hand with four of her fingers curled in and her pinky sticking out.

"then promise me you'll come back"

he wraps his pinky around hers, "i promise"

they smile at each other

PJO charecters as subjects

Percy Jackson: Marine Biology, Greek Mythology, Creative Writing (A cop)

Annabeth Chase: Architecture, History, Politics

Grover Underwood: Environmental Science, Botany, Music

Luke Castellan: Art History, Buisness &Marketing, Mythology

Thalia Grace: Geography, Music,meteorology

Nico di Angelo: Poetry, Psychology,Forensic science

Clarisse La Rue: Physical Education, Military History, Conflict Resolution

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: Art, Creative Writing, Cultural Studies

Chiron: Equestrian Studies, Classical Studies, Leadership

Mr. D (Dionysus): Drama, Viticulture, Classical Literature

Silena Beauregard: Fashion Design, Greek Mythology, Literature

Beckendorf: Engineering, Blacksmithing, Military Strategy

Katie Gardner: Botany, Agriculture, Environmental Activism

Travis and Connor Stoll: Engineering, Entrepreneurship, Communication

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano: Military Strategy, Roman History, Diplomacy/political science

Will Solace: Medicine, Healing Arts, Archery

Octavian: Oratory, Roman Politics, Law

Frank Zhang:( Chinese Mythology,) Archery, Politics, Law

Hazel Levesque: History,anthropology, sociology

Leo Valdez: Engineering, Inventorship, Pyrotechnics

Calypso: Shipbuilding, Survival Skills, Island Ecology

Piper McLean: Communication, Acting,( Cherokee Mythology),marketing

Jason Grace:( Roman History) , international relations, law & politics, Army

Charles Beckendorf: Demolitions, Engineering, Theoretical science.

Drew Tanaka: Fashion Design, buisness, arts