as they’ve gotten older it became harder since he’s taller then her and weighs more so like if he threw himself at her she might stumble and not catch him per-say but if he’s sitting or laying down she can lift with her legs and move him from one place to another
when they were younger she would do it much easier and it was the funniest shit ever
since she’d been training much longer then he was she learned to stand like a statue so he really could throw himself at her and she could do a pretty good job at catching him and walking around with him like a sack of potatoes
they probably found this out when he was fighting with clarisse at like 14 and they’d all had enough so selina pulled clarisse out and annabeth just kinda yanked him away and threw him over her shoulder
after this it became quite common annabeth did it mostly just bc she had a big fat crush on him and it was like the best way to get close to him and it was funny for everyone involved but it also became common practice for literally anyone to do this
charlie definitely did percy perched on his shoulders a lot but he couldn’t sway too much otherwise they’d both topple over and clarisse definitely did just bc she could but percy HATED that
i also think it took a while for percy to do it back like it was his GOAL for a long 4 years to manhandle them back
he’d randomly walk over to charlie grab him around the thighs and LIFT he’d get charlie a good foot off the ground and call that a win clarisse never let him actually get that far but by tlo percy could carry annabeth easily and it’s like one of his favorite activities now
especially if annabeths studying and not giving him attention (and it’s not smth that’s like deeply important) he’ll pretend he’s going in for a side hug but slip his arms behind her back and under her thighs before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder
or when she falls asleep in the grass at camp he’ll pick her up bridal style to a more comfortable area
they both have a habit of fake sleeping in uncomfortable spots just so the other will pick them up and move them
characters - clarisse la rue, child of apollo!reader
contents - kissing thsts pretty much it, also an apollo headcannon of mine 🤭
word count - ~290
a/n - this is a short one, tbh it's kinda bad but in my defense i wrote this at 4am right after waking up 😭 i like the idea so i'll probably rewrite it
it was winter at camp half-blood. the sun still shone as usual, thanks to helios. the air was cold, but something about felt like home somehow.
you were in the infirmary restocking bandages and checking inventory. during the other months there aren't many injuries besides a few bumps and scratches from sparring.
you weren't expecting to stay long in the infirmary since you doubted anyone would come in for anything major. that was until your girlfriend, clarisse, walked through the door calling out to you.
"are you in here?"
"storage room!"
she made her way to the back urgently.
"is something wrong, amica mea?" you asked her without averting your attention from the clipboard in your hands.
she didn't respond and looked at you confused.
when you noticed her silence you looked up at her and smiled bashfully, your golden hue emitting something brighter than usual.
"my love. it's latin."
she walks closer to you, taking the clipboard out of your hand, much to your dismay, and places her hands on your waist, pulling you closer. she presses her soft lips against yours. you quickly kiss her back while wrapping your arms around her neck. the kiss was slow and gentle much like always.
you break the kiss and pull away giggling. "someone's in a good mood."
"shh..you talk too much just kiss me."
you scoffed playfully and placed your lips on hers once again. clarisse kissed you softly and held you even softer. on the outside it was well known that if looks could kill you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end on one of clarisse's death glares. but when it came to you, clarisse was just a lovesick teenage girl.
I am obsessed with this relationship. It's opposites attract. It's unrequited requited love. It's clashing wants and needs. It's that slightly toxic dependency. It's a love that could have been different if only they'd never met him.
How dare Aabria and Oscar make me so invested in an owlbear and a satyr called Wuuvy
"I grew up in an area where the remains and ruins of past civilizations and cultures have always been omnipresent. Oftentimes at night, men went to excavate the sanctuaries and the ruins to look for objects to sell. I would always hear about their stories, about their nighttime discoveries, and they surprised me. I asked myself 'What gives them the authority to do such a thing? How do they think they can do something like that?' Because you can always escape the laws of the day, but it's much harder to escape the laws of the night, of the invisible, of the sacred things."
— Alice Rohrwacher on the origins of LA CHIMERA (x)