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pjo fanfiction ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฆ!๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ โท your father wouldnโt approve of how my mother raised me but i do i think i do, and youโre an all-american girl i guess i couldnโt help trying to be your best american girl โท ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ooc clarisse, aphroditeโs daughter reader, fake dating, angst and pining
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The words escaped her mouth before she could fully comprehend what was happening. Big bad Clarisse La Rue with a temper to mimic boiling water and the fight skills to ward off teasing has finally been a victim to it irredeemably as lies slipped past her lips spontaneously, unthinking.
โYou had a girlfriend this whole time and none of us knew? Yeah, right, Clarisse, youโre full of shitโ
โShe used to date a Hephaestus chick, alright? Didnโt want anyone pointing out the whole history repeating itself trope of Aphrodite and Aresโ A part of her is proud of her trope, a child of Apollo worthy storyline invented last minute, it seemed to not occur to her the way specifics would bite her in the ass until her siblingโs eyes sparkled mischievously, pointing towards the other end of the bonfire at a female figure she had not seen before, though apparently the only one who seemed to match characteristics.
โYou mean to say youโre dating angel face over there?โ
Your eyes caught hers for the first time in that moment, setting ablaze something at the pit of her stomach that had seemed to lay dormant far too long, hence the beginning of the relentless conversation she found herself in in the first place. โYeah, thatโs her, my girlโ she concurs, taking a sip of her drink and staring off into your figure like a predator.
You first met Tori before you were claimed. She would sneak into the Hermes cabin to give you midnight kisses and hide freshly made jewellery she forged instead of armour under your pillow for surprises, adorning your neck in both purple bruises and metal chains, her own special claim on you. Until your mother showed face. It burned you to remember how she spoke, as though not knowing you, like Aphrodite you must be your motherโs daughter. A cheater, she meant. You still dreamed that your only claim was Toriโs kisses and necklaces on days like these where you watched her by the bonfire avoid your every glimpse.
And then someoneโs grip is on your arm.
โI wonder what could the most infamous child of Ares possibly want with meโ She raises her eyebrows at the nickname from you, someone she had not acknowledged nor recognized before today though the opposite could clearly not be said, the beginning of a smirk ghosting over her features.
โIs that what I am?โ
โDonโt play dumb, Clarisse, itโs not your best look, you know exactly what you are, itโs your charm, that is if youโre into the whole bully chic thingโ
โI need a favour from youโ She wastes no time and you scoff in response, your eyes still seeking out Tori, anxiously hoping she does not see any of this interaction as to not play out scenarios in her head. Clarisse takes none of it. She grabs you by the chin, in a firm yet surprisingly careful hold and forces you to face her, wide brown eyes with a beauty you hadnโt quite recollected before seeing its warm specks up close like firecrackers trapped behind her irises. You shake off the thought and cross your arms.
โWhy would I do you any favours? I bet you donโt even know my name, hell, I bet you donโt even know who I am in generalโโ
โYouโre my girlfriendโ
โI beg your pardon?โ You nearly choke and Clarisse laughs.
โIโve been watching you. Youโve been staring at that raven haired Hephaestus girl for the last forty minutes uninterrupted while I can quite easily point out at least six girls who have been drooling to get your attention in the last sixty and you havenโt even spared them a pity glance, so Iโm going to guess thatโs your ex?โ
โWhat does that have to do with anything besides the fact youโre apparently a fucking stalker?โ
โFeisty, angel faceโ She snarks โI need a girlfriend to get some people off my back for awhile and you apparently want your ex back, so why donโt you use that tiny love focused brain of yours and think for two seconds what makes someone temporarily lose their senses and say, get back together with their ex?โ
โYou want me to use you to make Tori jealous?โ
โDo you really have anything to lose?โ
You watch her train, thatโs your first date, and it starts off as uninteresting as you guessed it would be. Until sheโs flexing a little too much, and youโre catching on, of course, but itโs working, because youโre suddenly focused, mouth agape as she lifts up her shirt exposing her perfectly sculpted abdomen to clean sweat off her forehead with the orange cloth.
โHaving fun gawking?โ She teases.
โIsnโt that what you brought me here for?โ
Clarisse twists her spear around in the air and finally settles it behind her flexed arms, moving towards you as she looks around the training grounds for something, eyes sparkling at the sight of a similar weapon to hers โYou know how to fight, angel face?โ
โIโm a demigod, Clarisseโ She feigns fright at your words before rolling her eyes and moves to throw the spare spear towards you, which you take in hands overwhelmed. She steps back and motions you forward which for whatever reason you comply, before you know it her breath is hot on your neck, a whisper: โYour little ex is watchingโ
She wasnโt entirely truthful. Tori was there, but she barely spared you a glance. Clarisseโs siblings however watched her every move, and she was preparing a spectacle. Positioning herself behind you, hands on your waist as to fix your stance, she dismissed the way her fingers seemed to physically burn at the sensation of your skin desperately seeking out to touch you more and focused on pointing your aim at the dummy before you. It strikes him right in the heart first try and falls backwards on itself. Youโre beaming. Clarisseโs chest squeezes. She forgets to let go of your love handles until you turn around.
โYou look pretty when youโre deadlyโ She casually lets out, a sigh.
โDid Tori see your hands on me?โ You look around, an attempt at casually catching your exes eye. You miss the way Clarisse frowns when she agrees nonchalantly. One of her siblings winks, she thinks to herself this was too much trouble.
โOkay I think thatโs enough performing for a dayโ
โYouโll hurt me this way, princess. Canโt stand me that much? I donโt get it, did I dunk one of your friends on the toilet or something?โ
โI donโt understandโ
โPlaying dumb isnโt your look eitherโ Clarisse mimics your first encounter as she stares daggers at you. She looks like she could see right through your soul and it sends shivers down your spine.
โYou really donโt remember me, huh?โ You scoff, and Clarisse is furrowing her brows and attempting to dive into her memory but youโre quicker to refresh it โMy first year here I was like a lost and kicked puppy. And you were the girl who killed the monster who nearly killed me and actually killed my satyr protector. I guess it was just another day for you but it was my worst nightmare and you were a fucking knight in shining armor, I thought so anyways. I followed you around for months, and what does it say that you didnโt even know my name until two days ago? You are probably the one most self centered person I have ever met and I was a stupid little girl with a crush who thought you could save me while you actively terrorised everyone who was nice to you. Including me. And you donโt even remember taunting me, because it was just another fucking wednesday. So maybe Iโm not enthusiastic about playing your girlfriend for longer than I have toโ
It suddenly dawns on her, the memory of you. You looked different now, she guessed those were some perks of growing up as an Aphrodite kid but staring at your face, hurt expression, made the resemblance uncanny. To the one person she regretted hurting. She had just lost a fight and you had ran after her for comfort, but Ares had seen it. So there was nothing you could say. She wanted someone to hurt like she was hurting as though it would take her own pain away. She lost the fucking fight because she looked for you in the audience as she was winning. Affection made her weak. She made you pay for it.
โYou called me a stupid girl who doesnโt know when to leave people alone and thatโs why no one could stand me. Ring a bell?โ You turned around to leave when Clarisse was silent. She surprised herself when she spoke up.
โWell let me teach you to hate me less!โ She called out, running her hand through her curls frantically โWe canโt do this if you donโt stand the sight of me, my siblings wonโt buy it, your ex girlfriend who knows you certainly wonโt either. Letโs go out and talk and maybe youโll like something about me, I donโt knowโ
โWhy does it matter so much to you that you have a girlfriend? Why do your siblings care? Answer me this and I might go with youโ
โFucking Gods, youโre insufferableโ She mutters โBecause Iโm tired of being the one with no life, okay? All I have is training, and everyone knows that and I hate when they start worrying so I need anything to ward it off and I guess relationship maybe screams reason to live and not dying to be a war martyr so this is what I got, okay? Itโs stupid, but itโs what I gotโ
โAlrightโ
โAlright?โ
โIโll try to like you, Clarisseโ
She leads you to the forest in the middle of the night as to not alert anyone. The moon is full and it lights up her face in a way that softens her usually rough features. It is strange how your hands meet eachothers halfway in a hold until you reach your destination, a lake surrounded by flowers. Youโre taking off your clothes, stripping into underwear before Clarisse could even fully process it, her eyes widening at the sight of your unbuttoning jeans reaching your calves, then the floor.
โArenโt you coming?โ You say as you stumble into the water. She watches you, the same way she had at the bonfire, and feels guilt pool at her throat for the way she gazed at your body. Clarisse wants to put a word to her feeling and all that comes to mind is hungry. She feels hungry. Like she could bite into your skin and tarnish its softness, like she needs to.
She takes off her clothes as well, skin still hot despite the cold air embracing her suddenly. You watch her too, she notices. Though she canโt pinpoint the look in your eye as she walks into the lake and heads towards you, stopping until your chests barely touch. Thereโs unusual heavy breathing from the both of you, hypnotised. Youโre sure you wonโt speak of it tomorrow.
โWhatโs your favourite colour?โ
โAre you serious?โ
โIโm trying to find things to like about you, work with me hereโ
โI like red. Like bloodโ
โLike loveโ Clarisse doesnโt bother to reply to your argument, but it makes a part of her shake. War and romance unfortunately have too many things in common, she notes to herself.
โMy turn. Why do you want your ex back?โ
โBecause she was good to me. She was kind and soft and she liked me. I miss feeling like someone cares like thatโ
โArenโt you Aphroditeโs daughter? Doesnโt that sound a little like the bare minimum? Sheโs good to you? Sheโs kind? Didnโt she stop being those things when it ended?โ
โYou donโt know anything about relationships, Clarisse, youโve never had one. Iโm difficult, Iโm a cheaterโs kid, Iโmโโ
โYouโre beautiful. Breathtaking, like your mom. Maybe thatโs the only thing you got from her. You can aim. Youโre strong. Youโre apparently vengeful at least towards me which in my books is an attractive quality, youโre witty and you get little crinkles around your eyes when you laugh. Iโm going to guess you didnโt cheat on that ex of yours so youโre not an asshole, for sure not a cheater. You give people chances when they donโt deserve it. Iโm not quite following what could be so damn difficult about youโ
You stay silent for awhile. Thinking. She hates herself for not knowing what it is that you think, and regrets saying so many things in your quietness. Then you whisper something she doesnโt catch and she asks you to say it again and in clear noise it sounds as shocking as it did when she first thought to have tricked her ears: โYou never had a relationship, have you ever been kissed?โ
Clarisse shakes her head no.
โCan I kiss you?โ You correct yourself as you lean in, placing a curl behind her ear โJust in case we need to do this in front of your siblings or Tori, so weโre readyโ
โRightโ Clarisse mumbles as her hands snake her way around your waist pulling your body closer to fully press against hers โJust in caseโ she finishes whispering before her lips finds yours. Thereโs more desire than you both thought there would be. Itโs desperate. Messy. Tongues clashing and chests heaving. She wants to taste you forever. She thinks sheโs screwed.
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pjo fanfiction ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฆ!๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ โท i just wanna know who broke your nose, figure out where they live so i can kick their teeth in, if it isnโt love then what the fuck is it? โท part one?
A ragged lilac cloth sucked in the warm water into its particles, twisted excess over a half empty bowl before being placed delicately by the tanned girlโs injured bicep, carefulness met with a flinch โClarisse, if I donโt clean the cuts it gets infectedโ you reason softly, reaching a hand towards her head, tangling fingertips amidst dark curls and pulling them at a pattern for caress. She doesnโt want to relax, but it is a pull stronger than her, to feel her own shoulders fall and lighten at your presence. Clarisse wants to blame your mother, Aphrodite, for it.
To be the daughter of War and find peace within the hold of a Love offspring seemed in itself a heresy she was committing against the one true figure she aspired to gain approval from, and it twisted at her insides like poison.
โWho beat you up this bad?โ You questioned innocently, holding her fevered skin with the care of one who held a secret. It was your ritual. To stitch up your best friend after quests and sparring matches. Intimacy. You lift your head in a swift movement as to motion her an echo and Clarisse understands, removing the bright orange t-shirt blood stained by the ribcage to reveal her bare skin and a bra. She misses how your breath hitches.
โYour little girlfriend was playing dirtyโ
โThalia?โ Your eyebrows furrow, and it is your turn to miss how she scoffs at the way you immediately name the Zeus daughter despite the nickname, or yet, hence it. Clarisse was glad to had struck her with her spear well enough to bruise a face youโd hopefully no longer recognize as pretty even if for a few weeks. Because she had remembered all too well a year prior your puckered lips and nervous fidgeting, the taste of your lipgloss and fluttered eyelashes against her cheeks. You had asked her to practice kissing. Your stupidest thought, in hindsight. And when Clarisse felt ready to confess, she remembered the words out of your mouth: Do you think Thalia will like it?
โI donโt know what you see in herโ
You giggle lightly, not noticing her seriousness โClar-โ
โWhat does she have that I donโt?โ
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