#connor stoll x gender neutral reader

[moon-tells-stories]

Heart Problems~

Connor Stoll x gn reader

Connor is completely in love with you, too bad you’re trying to set him up with someone else.

Part 2 Dear Diary, I’m an idiot

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Connor knew he had a problem.

He liked to consider himself a pretty self aware person: he knew he was a liar, he knew he could be a bit of an asshole, he knew he would sometimes come off as a bit cold, he knew he was too vindictive, he knew not everyone liked his pranks and now…. he knew he absolutely and completely had a problem.

The problem in question?

He was in love with his best friend.

Now, someone might say “ok, Connor, big deal, everyone gets crushes sometimes”.

But this wasn’t just a simple crush.

People with a crush don’t feel their hearts implode in their chests when they see the person they like smile.

People with a crush absolutely do not feel every single cell in their body beg to see the person they like every time they’re not there.

People with a crush would feel naturally rejected and maybe a bit sad if the person they liked did not return their feelings.

But as much as it would have probably killed him from inside out, Connor just wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him.

He couldn’t risk confessing to you and ruin your friendship. It was too important, you were too important.

The price just wasn’t worth the risk, he was happy just being your friend, being close to you was enough, seeing you smile at him even if it was platonic was enough, laughing and joking around with you was enough.

(He felt like smashing his head against a wall repeatedly when he remembered that you would never know how much he truly loved you but he pushed the thought down)

After all if there was one thing Connor Stoll was truly good at that was lying.

~~

The light cascading between the leaves of the tree the two of you were laying against would sometimes fall into your eyes and Connor would feel his heart beat out of his chest.

You were talking about the recent book you had read.

You had always loved reading, your dyslexia made it a bit difficult but when you arrived at camp Chiron taught you how to turn your books into ancient greek texts which helped a lot.

Connor had never really been a fan of reading, partly because of his dyslexia, that every demigod had, but also because he simply found it- boring. He didn’t like staying put and reading required staying still and concentrating, both things he wasn’t very good at.

However he liked listening to you ramble on and on about your favourite books, you could talk about them for hours on end and he would listen to your voice on repeat forever if he could.

(Gods, he was so smitten it was honestly pathetic)

But seeing you so exited about sharing your favourite story with him, he realised that he absolutely did not care about how probably pathetic he was.

“And then! the villain turns out to be….” you trail off for a bit of suspence and he smiles softly.

(he definitely looks like an absolute fool)

“His brother!” you say exited, turning to the book and holding up the page where the protagonist gets betrayed.

Connor smiles surprised “no way, that’s gotta sting-” he says while reading the page you were gesturing to.

(he doesn’t think about how that sound so painfully familiar)

“I know!” you say a mix between excited and frustrated “he was my favourite character too” you groan and Connor laughs “ouch- why do your favourite characters always either die or turn out to be the villain?” he jokes, remembering how in the book you told him about last month, your favourite character sacrificed herself and died.

You throw your head back “i must be cursed- it’s not fair!” you laugh.

(connor wants to record the sound and listen to it forever-)

He grimaces internally at that thought, that wasn’t creepy, right???

He takes your book in his hands, trying to play it cool, trying to pretend that his heart did not flutter at the sound of your laugh “sure, buttercup, i’m sure a god decided to curse every single character you like” he teases you.

You laugh (his heart did not skip a beat- liar) and playfully punch his shoulder at the nickname.

Some voices come from the archery pitch nearby, a few kids of the Apollo cabin joke and laugh loudly among themselves, you glance at them before turning to him with a small smile.

(he pretends not to notice that the smile is not entirely genuine)

“Did you meet the new Apollo kid?” you ask him with a sort of teasing smile that he does not comprehend.

“You mean Remy?” he asks slightly confused, as the counsellor of the Hermes cabin he met lots of new campers that came and went, Remy had arrived last week, they stayed in cabin 11 for two days before getting claimed by Apollo, he wasn’t sure why you were suddenly bringing them up.

“Yeah” you nod, the weird teasing smile still on you lips, “aren’t they cute?” you ask playfully.

Connor is really really not sure what he should answer, it’s not that he doesn’t agree because objectively speaking Remy was indeed attractive, he just never really thought about it and all of this seemed extremely random.

“I guess” is best he comes up with, you laugh slightly “you guess?” you ask between laughs “what kind of answer is that?”.

Connor rolls his eyes and pushes your shoulder playfully “shut up, i just don’t understand this sudden interest in Remy” he tells you.

You shrug, smirking at him (his stupid heart should just explode with how many time it flutters or skips a beat).

You nudge him with your elbow playfully “a little birdie told me that Remy has a crush on you” you wink.

oh.

ohh.

For a second his brain malfunctions… were you- were you trying to set him up with someone?!??!

The worst thing about all of this is that- you look so casual about it. It shouldn’t hurt this much, he knows you don’t feel the same, this isn’t a surprise, he already knew- he already made peace with this fact.

(or at least he should have already made peace with this fact)

Connor swallows his hurt and tries not to think about the way he feels as if a knife had been thrown straight into his heart.

“Really?” he tells you as absentmindedly as he can.

Thankfully he’s a good liar and you don’t notice, you nod happily “yess, and if you want- you can meet them after the campfire near the Apollo cabin” you say smugly.

(the imaginary knife twists painfully in his chest)

Connor would really like to give you a big genuine smile, just make you happy since you seem so exited about this, however the best thing he can muster is a small smile and “i’ll think about it.”

The conversation ends there, you go back to reading your book with a satisfied smile and Connor goes back to dying internally.

He shouldn’t feel this dejected, but he really can’t help it, he’s not sure what’s worst about this story.

The irony that Remy asked the person he’s in love with to set them up together, or the fact that you actually accepted and tried.

He’s not angry at Remy, the new demigod has no fault, and Connor doesn’t blame them or resent them for shooting their shot with him.

(they’ve got way more courage than him, he’s such a coward)

The wind blows softly in his curls and as he looks at you, his heart flutters once more.

The knife twists deeper and Connor curses himself and his stupid stupid heart, Aphrodite, Eros and every other love deity he knows.

But as you smile to yourself while reading a particularly interesting passage in your book he decides that this pain is not so bad.

~~

#connor stoll x reader #connor stoll x you #connor stoll #pjo x reader #pjo x you #x reader #percy jackson imagine #connor stoll x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #non binary oc

[tsuvvy]

You drew stars around my scars

Pairings: Percy Jackson x reader, Annabeth Chase x reader, Connor Stoll x reader, Leo Valdez x reader (separate)

Summary: They comfort your insecurities of your scars

Warnings: Mentions of scars but no specifications of how they got there, I tried to keep it Gender neutral but kind of failed

You stood in front of the mirror, the sight of the scars on your body making you nauseous. They were disgusting. You were disgusting. Everything about your scarred and ugly body was disgusting.

They made you ugly, gross, and disgusting.

You hadn't heard them come in..

"What's got your pretty head so wrapped up, huh?" He questioned from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You raised your gaze to see Percy behind you in the mirror, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, that flirty dumb smirk that made you swoon laid on his lips.

You turned towards him. "How long have you been there?" You questioned, still a bit startled.

"I asked first." He retorted, pushing himself off of the door frame and coming towards you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. You looked away from the mirror; away from him.

"It's nothing," you said, turning away from the mirror all together and grabbing your shirt off the bed. Before you could put it on, Percy pulled the shirt out of your hands, multitasking and pulling you closer with his other arm.

"You and me both know thats a lie, sweetheart," you spoke into your ear.

"Get off, Percy.." You sighed.

"You're beautiful," you paused. He knew, didn’t he? He knew of your insecurities without you even telling him. But, maybe he was just saying that to say that.

His thumb swiped across a scar on your thigh. That made you realize he did know. He was extremely observant and perceptive despite the learning curves he's had.

"No..." You muttered under your breath. You didn’t agree with him.

He kissed your cheek. "C'mon, hon," he led you over to the bed.

"Wait, what?" Before you could even question anything, Percy had laid on top of you. "Percy! Get off of me!"

"Nope!" He grinned down at you. "I'm not getting off until you agree with me that you are beautiful!"

You sighed in annoyance, giving him a scowl before he leaned his weight on you and hugged your middle. No matter how annoying and stubborn he was, he always managed to make you feel better.

You hugged him with one arm, and you winded your hand into his hair.

Even if the inkling of insecurities still rests in the back of your mind, Percy would keep them in the back. As long as he was with you, there was no chance those thoughts were coming forward. He's there for you, and he always will be.

I feel like she's a little ooc, so sorry if she is 😓

"What's wrong?" She asked. She could always tell. All it took for her was a glance your way, and she could read every emotion you felt.

You glanced at her in the mirror, your gaze resting back on your scars.

Annabeth waited a moment before sighing softly. She stepped forward towards you, placing a warm and comforting hand on your elbow.

"You have to get out of your head, love," her voice was soft, comforting. Something she didn't show a lot of the time unless she fully trusted who she was talking to.

"I know," you muttered, stepping into her arms, "I know I do, it's just.. It's just so hard, sometimes." Annabeth stared at you for a moment.

She grabbed your hand, "Come with me," she told you.

"Where are we going?" You asked softly.

"To the strawberry fields." She gave you a smile.

You stared at her. Now, the back or her head as she leads you to the strawberry fields. She always knew you so well. The strawberry fields were always so calming to you. You liked to take strolls in them whenever you were feeling stressed.

"My love," you looked up from the strawberries, looking to your girlfriend.

"Yes?"

"You are beautiful." Your lips parted in a bit of surprise. "I love your scars, and your hair, and your smile, and just.." She paused, kneeling down and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

You hadn't seen or even heard the sneaky son of Hermes come into the room. You only noticed him when his warm hand grabbed your hand from behind you startled you.

"Connor?" You questioned, having jumped a moment before when he startled you.

You looked at him in the mirror. His hand on your arm was so light, yet so firm and warm. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw him lean down to your arm, his lips touching a scar on said arm.

You watched him trail his gentle kisses along your scars. Gods, you loved his kisses, and he loved giving them.

Your heart rate increased when his other hand met your torso, gently pulling you to face him just as his lips got to the base of your neck.

"Connor..." You muttered, but he didn't respond as he kissed your jaw.

You gasped softly when his lips finally met yours in a firm yet gentle kiss. And just like his hands on your body, it made you swoon. You leaned into him, and he set his hands on your hips as you laid your arms around his neck.

"You are beautiful," He said, just barely against your lips. You could feel his breath as he spoke, "say it back, tell me you are beautiful."

You were silent for a moment. His eyes had stayed closed for a few moments after the kiss, but when he opened his eyes. You were met with his beautiful sky blue eyes.

"I.." You hesitated, your lip trembling for a second. "I'm beautiful.." You finally muttered out, voice slightly shaky.

"There you go," He smiled, giving your lips a few pecks, "my beautiful girl."

His thumb was gently swiping over a scar on your hip. You didn't want his thumb anywhere else. And for the first time in a long time, you felt a bit better about yourself.

You felt beautiful.

"Well, look at my gorgeous baby!" Leo cheered, that happy smile you could never resist on his face. He hugged you from behind, his warm and dirty arms landing around your waist. He hadn't realized you were feeling down. Not immediately, anyway.

Leo paused, looking at you in the mirror. He could tell something was wrong. "What is it, mi amor?" He questioned. Those dumb nicknames always made your heart flutter.

"Nothing, I..." You paused, swallowing your disgust for yourself. "I'm fine.." Your voice was quieter.

"I can tell when something is wrong," his arms tightened, "Tell me." He urged almost desperately. He hates seeing you upset, and he hates not being able to help even more.

"I feel.." You paused, staring at him in the mirror. Your eyes locked within it. He was listening intently and waiting patiently for what you would say. "My scars.." You said softly.

"Your scars?" He questioned. He ran his hand across one of the scars on your torso, "What about em'? I love em'"

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of his warm hand over the scar. "How could you possibly love them?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes. Your voice was almost breathless, he has to be lying. "They're so gross and ugly, and.." You stopped, preferring to hold the sob in your throat back rather than continuing on rant.

Leo's gaze softened, "Hey, hey.." He gently turned you around. You just opted to hide your face within your hands. "Hey, Hermosa," his voice was gentle, so we're his hands as he grabbed yours, prying them off your face. "You are the most gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes on, and a few scars isn't going to change that." He could tell his words weren't helping, so he decided on something that might.

Leo backed up for a second, pulling his shirt over his head. "You say I'm handsome all the time," he started, pointing at a scar on his chest. "Does this make me any less handsome?" He questioned.

You sniffed, wiping your eyes and nose. "No..." You muttered quietly.

"Right," he dropped his shirt on the floor and stepped closer to you. One of his arms, he winded behind your back, pulling you closer to him. Then his other, he raised his hand, wiping you tears with his gentle yet calloused thumb, "So why should your scars make you any less beautiful?"

He placed his hand on your jaw, gently holding it as he leaned in and set his warm lips on top of yours.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percyjackson #annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #camp half blood #pjo fandom #pjo #pjo hoo #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #percy series #pjo series

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii, hope u're doing well :)

Can I request a slow burn-strangers to lovers connor stoll x mortal reader please?

( no headcanon, just a one shot 🫡)

Like how they met, their first kiss... AND connor reveling he's a half blood

A fem reader or gender neutral is okay

Okay so this has been sitting in my drafts since the stone ages but I had a burst of motivation so here's 2.9k of teasing and fluff

It's not really a slow burn because it's a one shot but it's implied that it happens over time so yk yk. And I checked all the boxes you get first interactions a make-out session and the big reveal :)

<3

Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader

»»————-　★　————-««

“We’ve got a new kid today, you wanna show him the ropes?”

You finished ripping the receipt out of the machine and smiled politely at the customer who took their change and moved to the side. The receipt made a tearing sound as you pushed it onto the metal spike [you didn’t actually know what it was called, you realized], and then spun around, “oh thank god, yes please.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria chuckled, wrapping an apron around her middle and pining his name tag to the front of the green material that had an odd shaped stain on the pocket. “You hate the till.”

“Who doesn’t?” 

“Hopefully the new kid, he should be here in a minute, I did say four thirty.” He looked up at the clock behind the queue of customers waiting for their coffees that read four forty, and then glanced towards the glass doors.

“What’s his name?” You ask, resetting the price on the cash register and taking off the stupid little cap whoever was at the til had to wear. You groaned, “oh please don’t tell me it’s his first job, i can’t explain how to count change to another pimply little-”

“It’s his first job, just moved to New York,” she said, lifting up a sticky note and reading the note underneath it on the whiteboard near the mops. “And his name is… Cecil Markowitz.”

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“We noticed.” Maria muttered drily, pulling the cap over her jagged strawberry blonde hair. 

A blonde kid, maybe fifteen or so, panted on the other side of the counter. He was in a school uniform that he tugged a black hoodie over the top of as he spoke at the speed of light. “Sorry, my brother had to drive me and he ran like four red lights so we wouldn’t be late but then-”

“Then you shut up so your amazing big brother —who did not have to drive you here by the way, I have other things I could be doing— wouldn’t get arrested?” Another boy asked with a raised eyebrow, swinging car keys around his pointer finger. You had to pay a little more attention to him than the bouncing blonde currently eyeing the tip jar, because wow, the jawline he had…

“You have to look after us Connor! That’s the whole agreement!” Cecil hissed up at his brother. 

“Zip it, short stuff.” Connor [you liked the name] smirked, then turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you ignored the fact you immediately noticed they were blue. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat, “Um. uh, I’ll get a black coffee… please.”

You just shrugged at him, and motioned for Cecil to follow you into the kitchens, where the fridge foods were whipped up. “Don’t order from me, I'm showing short stuff around.”

A look of horror dawned on the new employee’s face. “No, not you too!”

»»————-　★　————-««

“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve pizza here, there’s a dominoes a few blocks away if you-”

“No, I want to order one here, thank you.” The customer said to you with a frown and that patronizing look you got ten times a day just for being a teenager. “I know what I’m talking about, I’ve gotten pizza here a million times, and I'd like two large meatlovers.”

You stared blankly at the woman in front of you for a moment and wondered if it was too late to drown yourself in caramel sauce just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this lady. You take a deep breath and bring out that perfectly fake smile again to-

“Oh Fucknuggets! Miss, that chick just ran off with your purse! You’d better go chase her down!”

“What?” She shrieked, and reached for her big red leather bag and went pale under her orangey powdered face. “Oh for heaven's sake!”

The woman was out the door immediately, chasing down four different people that had just left the cafe. She waved her arms wildly and wailed like a duck that had just been stepped on.

Connor watched her leave with an amused expression on his face you had to quickly pull your eyes away from. He reached into the pockets of his spiderman hoodie [SpiderHam, to be specific] and pulled out a blinged up silver purse, flicking through the contents with interest. 

He turned to you and held up an ID card with that smug expression that made your stomach feel like you’d had too much bubble tea. “I reckon I could pull it off, in the right lighting.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” You said quickly with your eyes narrowed, but Connor pulled the wads of cash out and stuffed it into the tip jar as he turned to the glass double doors. 

“Hey!”

Cecil nearly stumbled into another customer and you motioned to the back of the cafe, pulling his apron off the rack and handing it to him as he took off his yellow beanie, which for some reason had a lot of little sun’s sewn around the edges. “Hey short stuff, you can start by taking the trash out.”

He visibly sunk, tying the apron around his middle and sighing. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Definitely don’t go over the fence to the back of the dollar store because it would be a terrible idea to see the baby racoons living in the recycling bin.”

Connor grinned, watching his little brother speed out of the room with black bags of rubbish in his hands. “So… Can I order from you today?”

“As long as it’s not a pizza, go ahead.”

“...What’s your favorite?” Connor asked, leaning on the bench littered in plastic cup lids and receipts, with his chin in his hands. He was lucky there wasn’t a queue behind him, but you probably would’ve let him sit there and distract you anyway.

You just tapped away at the ipad, sending the last of the order’s over to Maria, who was making one of the matcha teas. “Not a black coffee, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No seriously, what is it?” he said, and you felt yourself get hot when he glanced somewhere a bit lower than your eyes. Not in a gross way, but holy shit when did his own eyes get that lidded? “Maybe I’ll try it sometime…”

“Are you asking to kiss me or do you actually want an iced strawberry tea?” You blurted out, hand frozen over the screen in front of you. 

Connor went red in a matter of seconds and shot up, his eyes certainly not lidded anymore. “Oh look at the time I have to go make sure my goldfish doesn’t drown,” He yelped, tripping over untied shoelaces and scrambling to the door. 

“Careful… You’re looking at him like you look at those racoons.” Maria muttered as he walked past with a little grin.

»»————-　★　————-««

You dumped your school bag on a bench in the corner of the kitchen, but before you could ask Jerry if there was a new order you were supposed to pick up some new ingredients [the amount of times Connor ordered a black coffee when he dropped off Cecil meant they were seriously out of it[, someone banged on the back door. 

It was pouring with rain outside, but you eased open the door and peaked out into the stormy weather, then frowned at the figure. “What are you doing back here-”

You stopped in your tracks and choked, nearly dropping the drink in your hands. Cecil rubbed his hands together to avoid frostbite, a thin line of blood down the side of his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and thin patches of golden powder covered it, and his clothes.

He grinned, wiping his nose. “If it’s any consolation… This isn’t my blood?”

“Maria’ll clean you up, go.” You open the door properly and shove him into the warmth, then shut it behind you and step out into the biting wind that ripped though your green apron, and marched up to the car parked near the dumpster.

Holding your hand over your eyes so you weren’t blinded by the headlights, you yelled at the driver. “Why the fuck did short stuff just come out of a fucking apocalypse movie?”

Connor leant over the passenger seat and opened the door with a totally fake innocent smile. You didn’t think he could look innocent. Hot, on the other hand…He still looked hot with blood smeared across his cheek and something shiny underneath his fingernails, apparently. He shrugged one shoulder “I mean, it isn’t our blood?”

“Connor.” You muttered, crossing your arms and squinting through the mist swirling around your feet. You looked down and had to step out of a puddle with a grimace. 

Connor blinked and replied instantly, as if this was something he had to do a lot. “Do you want the technically legal version, the version that’ll make you happy, or the-”

You cut him off and glared, rain clinging to your eyelashes. “The truth.”

Connor thought for a moment and then gave you an apprehensive look. “There was a feral Harpy in the backseat of the car that popped out when we got to the intersection two blocks over.”

You sighed. “I said the truth-”

“You don’t believe me.” His voice was faint, and somehow hurt. He sounded resigned though, like he was expecting it. The look on his face made you want to climb into the pretty beat up car and grab his face and tell him you believed him so much and forever just so he’d look happy again.  

Maybe if you let him talk. He could be referencing something you hadn’t seen, you reasoned. “Was the harpy like a monster or a furry?”

“Well when you think about it harpy’s really are just furry’s, but yeah it was an actual monster.” Connor said simply, and then he chewed on his thumbnail nervously “Uh, do you wanna… hop in? You look like my brother when he stuck a huntsman in Annabeth’s pillow case.”

“What does spider pranks have to do with being soaked?” You mutter, not really meaning for it to be a question. You climbed into the passenger seat, brushing pools of water off you and wiping your nose. 

“You can’t even imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at Connor. “I work in customer service, try me.”

“My dad is a god.” He blurted out, then froze and turned away from you with an odd expression, his gaze trained on the rain outside.

“Are you talking about the Romans and the Egyptians, or are you Jesus?”

“Greeks, actually.” Connor said through gritted teeth, then his eyebrows shot up and that familiar tone you might have thought about a few times seeped back into his voice. He untensed and grinned at you“One of my buddy’s did come back from the dead actually… but I don’t think Jesus would like him very much.”

“Why?”

“He’s dating one of my other buddies.”

“Oh.” You blinked, but you weren’t really sure what this conversation had to do with Connor and Cecil being attacked. “Good for him.”

“My dad’s Hermes.” Connor said suddenly, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. When you didn’t answer, too focused on the way his face looked when he scrunched up his eyes, he glanced at you again with a cautious smile, as if your reaction really mattered to him.  “Surprise?”

You thought for a moment, actually considered it, and “Yeah. That checks out,” 

“Whaddaya mean? I don’t have wings on my shoes!”

“Isn’t he the god of like, traveling and stealing shit?” You ask, smiling back at him as reassuring as you could, soaked to the bone sitting in a boy’s car six minutes before your shift started. “Dude, you drive your brother back and forth across New York four times a week. And you stole that lady's purse.”

‘Oh yeah. That was fun,” he sighed, and sunk in the driver's seat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and closed his blue eyes, relief painted across his face.

You wiped your nose again, sure that you’d get a cold tomorrow just from standing in the lovely New York weather for more than a few seconds. A song played on the radio quietly, and you recognised it from the playlist Maria played on the speakers in the cafe sometimes. 

The lyrics went something like ‘I rob and I kill to keep him with me,

I'll do anything for that boy’. When you looked over at Connor, you gulped.

Connor glanced at you from underneath his hand, and then looked down at the drink still clutched in your hands. The pink tone of it matched the fluffy strawberry’s hanging from the rear view mirror, and it was making your fingers hurt with the cold. 

He smirked. “Are you supposed to drink while you’re working?”

“You make it sound like I'm doing shots behind the counter.” You shot back with a glare, and then felt your face heat up as you spoke. “And uh… it’s not… I didn’t make it for myself.”

“There’s an angry old lady in there, you know?”

This was excruciating. You ducked your head and bit your lip a little, looking out the window so you wouldn’t have to see Connor’s face when that stupidly hot smirk spread across his lips. “Uh… I didn’t make it for a customer, either…”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Connor was wide eyes and slack jawed when you turned back to him, a dark blush across his cheeks that you wanted to take a photo of because goddam he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting the sight any time soon. He opened his mouth to talk, his eyes no longer at, well… eye level. 

You put the drink into the holder between the seats and followed his gaze. “Just kiss me.”

You hadn’t seen that smile before. 

His hands were so warm on your jaw, as hot as the tight feeling in your chest that melted quickly. It happened so fast you couldn’t really register anything until you realized Connor was halfway between your seats with his teeth on your bottom lip and his soft hair threaded between your fingers. 

You used it to tug him closer, as close as he could and then more, because he was warm and soft and you could feel his grin through his lips that moved against your own in rhythm that ebbed and flowed. He slid his hands off you and you nearly pulled them back, until Connor was hugging you tight around your middle, his fingers knotting through the bow tied on your apron. 

You chewed on his lip, which felt puffy and pulsing under your touch, but you kept kissing him, breaking away every few seconds to breathe, but you couldn’t not press your lips along his jaw. He was just too much. You had to kiss him everywhere and pull on his hair and tilt his head back and melt into his touch like you’d die if you didn’t. 

Connor sighed into your mouth and gulped, you could feel his Adam's apple bob under the palm of your hand as you pushed him back gently by his neck. You got up on your knees as he blinked once or twice, like he’d been in a trance. “You took that all very well,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll freak out later when it sinks in.” You muttered back, pushing him back into the driver's seat where he’d begun. He made an odd noise and tightened his arms around your waist, ducking his head and when he pouted you couldn’t help but slide over the cupholder and sit on his lap, as if you hadn’t been planning to do so the whole time. 

Then he frowned, “Wait, you’ll freak-”

“Shhhh,” you said, pressing a finger to his soft lips. He shut up immediately. You glanced behind you at the console, checking the time. “I have four and a half minutes til I have to start, we can discuss this later.”

“Deal,” Connor breathed, dragging your hands down to his neck again and looking up with vague out eyes. You grinned at him and went back to wiping that stupid smirk off his lips.

»»————-　★　————-««

“Your boyfriends here.”

You looked up from the kitchen counter you were wiping down after an accident with the tub of coconut shavings, “Why?”

“I’m assuming he’s here for you, short stuff doesn’t have a shift til the weekend.” Maria checked the whiteboard and glanced out the swinging doors. You moved to peek over her shoulder and saw Connor standing by the doors, swinging his car keys around his pointer finger absentmindedly. He was wearing that spiderman hoodie again, the one you’d accidentally tipped black coffee down the front of once when you’d worn it. 

You grinned, if you finished up cleaning and took the trash out, you’d be done in five minutes and you’d get to follow him to his car that surely wasn’t road safe and then go wherever it was he’d planned this time. 

“Go. But tomorrow you have to stop the racoons from eating the tires off my Harley.” Maria sighed, crossing his arms and motioning to the exit.

“I love you.”

He raised his eyebrows “Was that directed towards me or the boy-”

“Both.”

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ANON ASKS:

May I request Yandere Percy Jackson headcanons? Thank you!!

Can I just say that I had THE BIGGEST crush on Percy in middle school? And it was all because of the overall aesthetic I imagined him having? I’m very easy to sway, LMAO.

Yandere Percy Jackson x reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Deliberate recklessness, manipulation, paranoid behavior, unwarranted doubt, jealousy, threatening behavior, implied murder, mentioned drowning, implied non canon character death.

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— He wants your undivided attention at all times.

Whether it’s through you listening to him, touching him, or even looking at him, he wants it.

And it’s been like this since you first met.

He was playing volleyball with a couple of other campers when he saw you walking towards the court.

You asked if you could join, and Piper waved you over to join her team (which was the opposing team). Leo was quick to give you a fist bump while Connor Stoll slapped you on the back.

This was the first time he’s ever seen you in Camp Half Blood.

There was something about you…

Something that drew him in…

He leaned over to Grover. “Who’s that?”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” his best friend answered. “A new camper from the (Godly Parent/N) cabin. They arrived while you were out on a quest.”

Percy couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you said something that made Leo laugh.

When you noticed someone staring, your eyes found his.

And the few seconds you two held eye contact felt like electricity.

“Gods,” he mumbled.

Grover gave him a look, but didn’t say anything.

For the rest of the game, he did whatever he could to get you to look at him.

Spiking, diving for saves, being as loud and boisterous as he could, anything.

He just wanted your eyes on him.

And he would continue to do that after the match.

His team won, thanks to Clarisse’s last hit, but he still walked up to you for a sportsmanship-like handshake.

“You’re pretty good at volleyball, newbie,” he said with a stupid grin.

“I wouldn’t say all that,” you laughed. “Most of the hits I got were just pure luck.”

He made a comment about how “luck” was practically his middle name. “I’m Percy, by the way. Percy Jackson.”

“Ohh, the Percy Jackson?” You gestures towards Grover, who was on the other side of the net. “Grover’s told me stories about you. And that Annabeth girl. She has a lot to say.”

His heart fluttered knowing you had a general idea of who he was.

Sure, the stories were probably of him goofing up and being clumsy (especially the ones Annabeth had), but at least they were still stories of him.

“What can I say?” He waved a hand in the air. “I’m kind of infamous here.”

“So I’ve heard,” you answered.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking. Topics would change quickly as he made sure to keep your attention.

How you listened so attentively made his ego soar.

— He’ll go to great extremes for your eyes to be on him.

And that’s not exaggeration, either.

There have been times when he deliberately hurt himself for you.

Looked away from him while training in the arena? He’ll slice himself with his sword.

“Jeez, that hurt…! (Y/N), mind walking me over to the river so I can heal?”

Got distracted while cleaning the pegasus stables? He’ll discretely ask one of them to kick him.

“Ow… I think I said something he didn’t like…”

Someone else is talking to you while he’s on the rock wall? He’ll let himself “slip” and fall to the ground.

“I’m okay..!! I just… need some help up…”

According to tales from his friends, events like these weren’t out of the ordinary.

But you still couldn’t help but begin to worry for his safety.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Careful with your sword, Percy.”

“Try to be nicer to the pegasi this time…”

“Slow and steady up there, waterboy!”

It felt so affectionate to him that you were caring for his well-being.

There are a handful of people who notice how “clumsy” he is around you, like Annabeth and Grover.

They don’t know that he’s doing it deliberately, so they tease him about how “distracted” he gets when you’re in the area.

“Don’t let your sweetheart distract you, seaweed brain,” Annabeth will tease.

“Taking falling in love to some new extremes, prince charming,” Grover will tell him.

He’ll make a sassy quip back at them, but there’s no venom in his words.

He’s just glad you’re doting over him.

— It’s very common for him to feel threatened by other campers.

He’s under the impression that your attention is his and his alone, so it makes him a bit uneasy when you’re spending more time with others.

Maybe you’re on a quest with a camper that also sat next to you at the mess hall.

Or perhaps he feels like someone else is making you laugh harder than he does.

He could even begin to feel anxious about how you look at someone.

A mixture of agitation, insecurity, and paranoia fills his mind.

How dare someone else take you away from him.

Is he not good enough for you?

What if you start to hang out with them more than him??

You pick up on his apprehensive behavior easily.

It’s not like Percy to act like this, after all.

If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll ask you weird questions.

“(Y/N)… do you hate me?”

“Would you… would you ever leave me?”

“Are you thinking of ending our friendship?”

It surprises you.

Was Percy being insecure…?

You ask him why he would think these things, but he only shrugs.

“I just… I don’t know…”

The sudden shyness he takes on causes you to reassure him immediately.

“Percy, you’re my friend. I would never.”

The euphoric effect your words have on his mind causes him to melt.

Even so, he can’t help but continue to be self-conscious…

— If he feels too threatened by another camper, he’ll resort to desperate measures.

And his method could vary from situation to situation.

Is that person who you went on a quest with still sitting beside you at the mess hall?

He’s sending them death threats to their cabin.

“Stay away from (Y/N) if you know what’s good for you.”

And it doesn’t help that the note has the camper’s home address, too…

What about that individual who made you laugh again?

He’ll probably tell them directly to stay away from you.

“Hey, I don’t think you should keep hanging out with (Y/N).”

If they ask why, they’re met with the wrong end of Riptide…

And that person who you sometimes look at?

He asks if they could help him on a quest, only to come back by himself.

“I… I saw them get ripped a part by a drakon… I wish… I-I… oh, gods….”

You’re so quick to comfort him, you didn’t notice the dark look that flashed across his face…

Though he’s mostly discrete about dealing with these people, he’s not afraid to do act out with witnesses around him.

Everyone knows he created that wave to tip Selena Beauregard’s canoe (after tapping you on your shoulder to get your attention).

And that he threatened to kill Connor Stroll for the prank he pulled on you (which caused him to interrupt you and Percy).

And that he even tripped Charlie Beckendorf not-so-on-accident (when his hand brushed against yours after giving you your sword).

His weird behavior spreads like wildfire through the camp, and a handful of brave campers ask him about it.

“Sorry,” he’ll say with a shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Some don’t believe him, but others decide it’s best to let it go.

I mean, it’s Percy Jackson; the easygoing, loyal friend who would never hurt anyone if he didn’t need to. There’s no way he would actually do those things.

… Right?

— He’s great at making you believe the rumors are just rumors.

Despite there being a lot — and I mean a lot — of rumors floating around about him, he still manages to keep your trust in tact.

Never underestimate Percy’s ability to lie and improvise on the spot.

“Percy… did you actually tip Selena’s canoe?”

“Kind of. It happened because I sneezed. Why, are people saying I did it on purpose…?”

“Percy, they’re saying you threatened to kill Connor Stroll yesterday…”

“Seriously—? It was more of a lighthearted I’m gonna get you later… I bet you Connor made it sound WAY more dramatic than it actually was.”

“Percy, why are they saying you tripped Charlie at lunch?”

“Uh… I don’t know. Who’s saying that?”

The way he earnestly looks you in the eyes and doesn’t stumble over his words is too convincing.

So, every time, you believe him.

“No, I didn’t sabotage Lee’s chariot. Where did you hear that from?”

“(Y/N), do you really think I would throw rocks at people? And that one time Clarisse said hit me, you won’t when I was skipping stones across the beach doesn’t count!”

“Travis says crazy things all the time. Why would you believe him if he said I tried to drown him?!”

Although it’s strange that there’s a new rumor at least once a week, you decide to believe him.

Besides, why would he lie to you?

— Grover and Annabeth will probably begin to notice his… behavior.

Up until the rumors began, they mostly brushed everything off as their friend crushing on you.

I mean, it makes sense; the constant glances, the attention seeking, the clumsiness when around you, it all seemed like normal symptoms of a crush.

And they both thought the rumors were ridiculous at first. I mean, Percy? Using his abilities to drown someone? That didn’t sound like him.

But then they began to pick up on things.

Was that him who followed Chris to the pegasus stables just now? Wonder what that’s all about.

Looks like he’s heading over to the Demeter cabin with a note.

What’s he talking about with Piper over there?

It’s nothing noteworthy, but then certain details about the rumors will stand out to them.

Chris is claiming Percy hit him with a shovel…

A Demeter cabin camper has a threatening note that looks similar to the one another camper received a month ago…

Piper just said Percy told her to stay away from (Y/N)…

They both start to get worried.

“These are just odd coincidences, right?”

Annabeth will shake her head at Grover. “I… don’t know…

The more they pick up on things, the more they realize maybe there’s some truth to the rumors.

Maybe he did throw rocks at that Zeus cabin camper…

Or made a pegasus attack that Aphrodite cabin guy…

Or pulled Riptide out on that Dionysus cabin girl…

But what further cements their belief is how content he look, even when everyone’s avoiding him.

And he looks so content because you’re by his side.

— Talking to him doesn’t go as planned.

They both settled on confronting him after the campfire one night.

(The empty spots around you and Percy was almost humorous.)

They asked him if they could talk and walked alongside the river bed.

“So… Percy,” Grover began, “is everything alright?”

Percy furrowed his brows. “Yeah..? Everything’s great. Why?”

Grover shared a look with Annabeth, who took it as her queue to speak. “Well… what’s with you and…”

“The rumors?”

She gave the child of Poseidon a look of surprise.

So he had an idea of where this was going…

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “We’re just getting worried about you, and—”

Percy cut her off. “I can’t believe this. My own closest friends believe some silly rumors of me being intimidating and threatening.”

“We’re not saying we believe them,” Grover defended. “It’s just that we saw you follow Chris into the stables, and head to the Demeter cabin with a note, and talk to Piper about something, and everything has to do with (Y/N)—”

Percy stopped walking.

Grover and Annabeth slowly followed suite, giving each other uneasy glances.

Something didn’t feel right.

No… something didn’t feel right at all.

Grover debated on asking him what was wrong when a relaxed smile formed on Percy’s face.

“I’m always caught in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he chuckled with a shrug. “That’s just… something I’ll never be able to avoid.”

Annabeth felt a chill go up her spine. She looked up at Grover, who seemed to be experiencing the same thing.

“Okay…” she crossed her arms. “Let’s just go back to the cabins, then. I’m sure it’s almost curfew.”

Grover was quick to agree as he began to trot back towards the campfire. Annabeth caught up to him and released the breath of air she didn’t realize she was holding in.

They barely even registered the sound of something uncapping…

— You couldn’t find Grover or Annabeth the next day.

You asked Chiron if they left camp, but he shook his head.

“No… at least, they shouldn’t of,” he answered. “I actually haven’t seen them since last night.”

Weird…

Besides Percy, Grover and Annabeth (and Tyson) were the only people who talked to you anymore.

And, speaking of Percy, he was AWOL as well…

The only time you saw him was at breakfast.

He looked slightly disheveled and tired, but he was acting normal and goofing around with his brother just fine.

After that, he excused himself for something and went to god knows where.

You tracked down Tyson at the forge and asked if he’s seen Percy at all.

“No,” the cyclops responded. “Have not seen Percy.”

You were getting slightly frustrated.

First Annabeth and Grover, who you haven’t seen all day, and now Percy dipping after breakfast?

Where the hell could they have gone…?

You decided to stay at the forge all day with Tyson, helping him out and keeping him entertained.

Eventually, the cyclops’ eye brightened up and ran past you.

“Percy!!”

You turned around to see him picking up the son of Poseidon in a bone crushing hug.

“Percy,” you whined. “Where have you been all day?!”

“Had to contact Poseidon,” he shrugged after being put down by Tyson. “Got held up by some story about a sassy dolphin.”

You scoffed. “Sure he wasn’t just telling a story about you?”

Before he could make a remark, your face contorted into a more serious expression. “By the way, have you seen Grover or Annabeth at all?”

“Can’t say I have,” he simply responded while picking up one of the swords.

You furrowed your brows. “Chiron said he hasn’t seen them since last night… I’m starting to get worried…”

“Eh, I wouldn’t,” he reassured, swinging the sword in his hands playfully. “They’re probably fine.”

“Still… it’s kind of concerning.” You looked down at your lap. “I mean, they usually tell us beforehand if they’re going somewhere, and—”

A wince of pain suddenly came from Percy’s lips.

You looked up to see his hand had a good sized gash on it, blood leaking out of the cut.

Tyson dropped his hammer. “Percy!!”

“Oh, gods,” you muttered, taking his hand and looking at the wound. “What did I tell you about being careful, man?!”

“Sorry…” he gave a strained chuckle. “Wasn’t really watching my swings…”

“Water,” Tyson yelled, frantically looking around. “Get water!!”

“We can take him to the river,” you suggested.

“Actually, can we go to the beach?”

You looked up at Percy. “But the river’s—”

“I want to go to the beach,” said Percy.

The stone cold look he had on his face was… unnerving.

Deciding not to ask about it, however, you slowly nodded and turned to Tyson. “I can take him. You should stay here just in case something happens.”

Tyson hesitantly complied, watching you and Percy walk out of the forge and towards the beach.

The whole trip over, Percy stayed silent and steered you away from the river’s bank. Despite your attempts to convince him that it was easier to go to the river, he continued to drag you north.

It was almost like… he was avoiding the river.

Something happened there.

You knew something did.

You also knew Percy wasn’t going to tell you, though.

So, pushing away the alarm bells that went off in your mind, you continued to walk with the son of Poseidon towards the beach.

You decided you were gonna tell Grover and Annabeth about Percy’s current strange behavior.

… If they ever show up again.

[chasingpj]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 4,931

warnings: none

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! this is part one of a self-insert series I'm working on. in this story, y/n is a child of hecate, and this storyline follows the books. the current timeline here is post sea of monsters and will continue through the Heroes of Olympus books. though it follows the original plot, y/n has her own storyline and quests. i tried to make y/n gender-neutral but as I continued to work on the timeline for this project, i had decided that this fic is for a fem reader. guys, this is really just me projecting my fantasy into fanfiction lol. i feel like this is a slow start?? and there is a lot of info dumped in this so bear with me. it'll get better and I'll be working to improve my writing as the series continues. I was on a writing hiatus for a really long time and I'm out of practice so this is my way to get back and hopefully, exceed the skills I had when I was a consistent writer. anyways, if you have any feedback, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think. as i get deeper into the series, i might ask for some suggestions on what to do with the fic. anyways, i'll stop rambling and i hope you like it!

Part One Part Two

You ignore the aching in your neck as your focus is fixed on the herbology book in front of you. You’ve been seated at your desk for Zeus knows how long reading and taking notes in your Book of Shadows, determined to finish reading it as fast as possible. Your half-brother, Alabaster, insisted that you need to memorize all the herbs and their properties before he can properly teach you how to use them in potions. Even though you understand its importance, you hated introductory work. You are itching to get to the real stuff, resulting in you glued to your chair, studying through the night as your cabin mates were fast asleep in their beds. But as determined as you are, Ambrose, your familiar, wasn’t much help. Ambrose whines as he rubs his head against your legs like a needy kitten, making it difficult to ignore him.

“What is it, Ambrose?” You whisper, sitting back in your chair in defeat. You take a second to massage the back of your sore neck before turning to face the translucent hound sitting attentively at your side. His tail sweeps the floor as it wags excitedly, and a short huff leaves his snout as if he was proud to have finally gotten your attention.

Your eyes meet his, racking your mind to figure out what Ambrose needs to tell you. At first, you thought he wanted to play, but you didn’t have time for that, so you decided to ignore him. Usually, after being ignored for a while, Ambrose will give up, finding something else to occupy him. But tonight, he was particularly persistent, and he’s only like this when he needs to tell you something.

Before you can ask what he wanted again, Ambrose gets up from his seated position, running over to the small table that stands beside your bed. You furrow your eyebrows, the first thing you notice when you walk over are your crystals neatly placed in front of your spell books as usual. Seeing them made you suddenly remember what you had planned to do.

You had told Ambrose to remind you to charge your crystals and collect water from the lake since there is a full moon tonight and of course, Ambrose being your loyal companion, did exactly that. Before looking down at the hound, who now is breathing heavily, his tail somehow wagging faster than before, you smile to yourself.

“I told you to remind me earlier, didn’t I?” Ambrose snorts and runs around your feet enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement as you reached down to pat his head. “Good boy. What would I do without you?” You continue to praise him, grabbing a black pouch and carefully placing the crystals in it. You put your index finger to your lips, signaling Ambrose to be a little quieter despite his excitement. If he accidentally wakes anyone up, then you definitely weren’t going to be able to fulfill your plans.

You bite your bottom lip as you tiptoe out of the aisle between the bunks. You look around the notoriously cramped Hermes Cabin to make sure your assumption that everyone was asleep by now was correct. It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of your cabin mates since seeing clearly in the dark was one of your many gifts, so you carefully walked along the bunks, being as quiet as you could. You are especially cautious as you approach the front where your cabin leaders, the Stoll brothers, slept. You study them for a second, knowing for sure Travis was asleep since he was snoring and loudly at that. Before you can check if Connor is asleep, you hear him shifting in his bed. You stand frozen in your spot, hesitantly looking over and you were expecting to be met with the usual mischievous grin. Instead, his back was towards you now. You have a feeling in your gut that he wasn't asleep, the timing of his moving was much too convenient. You really didn't want to wait any longer though so you decide that you might as well leave before he could stop you.

You turn on your heels, walking over to the window before you push it open. You cringe softly as the hinges creak, and you look back at the cabin to double-check if anyone has woken up from the sound. You sigh in relief when you see no one has moved, and you turn back to the window, carefully crawling out of it. This wasn’t unusual for you. You’ve done this so many times that using windows as a mode of exiting and entering a room was as natural to you as walking in and out of a door, and soon you were hopping down onto the grass. Your back is pressed against the cabin as you walk the side of it. You look up at the trees and the sky, eyes scoping around for any harpies hanging around. After deeming that you were alone, you begin making your way to the lake, Ambrose walking by your side attentively and cautiously to make sure you are safe.

The night was clear; the stars and especially the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sigh softly, taking in the stillness of the night, admiring the glistening lake reflecting the full moon placed above it. You’ve always enjoyed how quiet and cool the nights were, preferring it more than the daytime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid it as much as you wish to. Most of your siblings can agree with you that they’d prefer to sleep in most days so that they can study and practice their magic at night. However, that wasn’t the schedule of the Hermes Cabin. It was pretty impossible to sleep in since the mornings were always hectic. In fact, the cabin was just hectic, period. There was always something going on, whether it was an elaborate prank or the guys arguing over who gets to shower first after coming back from training which usually resulted in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. You can’t say that you didn’t like it; at least you were entertained.

You also always had someone to talk to, and because there were often new campers coming in and out of there, you have easily familiarized yourself with a lot of the kids at camp. However, like your mother, you did enjoy and yearn for the occasional periods of solitude. As fun as living with the Hermes kids was, you and your siblings did find yourselves getting a little irritable at their shenanigans. It was at those times, you did wish that your mother, Hecate, had a designated cabin.

You and your siblings had always said if they ever got a cabin of their own, they would make sure everyone had separate rooms and would have designated spaces to socialize and practice their magic so that it was quiet for the most part. Alabaster, especially, was really passionate about this topic. He complained how it didn’t make sense that your mother wasn't recognized since you and your siblings were a powerful little bunch. You all needed a space to practice your magic and practice preferably at night since you were the most powerful at that time of day; you were also less prone to making mistakes in your spell casting at night. You agreed with him and would get upset about it sometimes, but the Hermes Cabin was a place you considered to be a second home. The communal feel of the space was something you enjoyed, it was one of the few places where you felt fully accepted which was rare to find being a demi-god with abilities like yours. In return to the Hermes Cabin welcoming you with open arms, you accept the inconveniently loud environment as an admirable quirk and went on with your days.

Then to compensate for the lack of silence and solitude, you would often stay up late, taking advantage of the quiet to focus on your studies. Even if you had to sacrifice the amount of sleep you got, you felt like it was worth it.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the dock, sitting down close to the end with your legs folded under you. You first collect lake water in a jar before carefully taking out the pouch's crystals. Assuming you had only a few left in the pouch after laying most of them on the dock, you tilt it with your hand under it, only for the crystals to come out all at once. You fumble, hands trying to bring them to your chest, but with your luck, one of your crystals falls right into the water with a plop.

“Dammit!” You peer over the edge and groan, Ambrose whining at your misfortune as he stands beside you. You look down at the water, noticing Ambrose’s and your dim reflection in it. There was no way you could get that crystal now because you didn't know how to swim, and you consider that maybe tomorrow you can convince your twin brother, Atticus, to look for it or Alabaster if Atticus refused, which you were expecting him to.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat, jumping back as a head of dark hair abruptly pops up from right where you were staring. Ambrose barks loudly next to you, equally as startled, and your eyes widen. You stand up hastily at the realization that Ambrose's loud barks in the dead of night will catch the attention of the harpies, and right now, that was more important to you than the mysterious person that just sprouted up in the water like a zombie coming out of a grave.

“Shush! Ambrose, quiet!” Your frantic command was enough to make him stop with a whine, and you sigh shakily, turning towards the camp to check if there were any harpies.

“I think you dropped something.” Ambrose moves in front of you protectively, a low growl coming from his chest as he cautiously studies the person. You look back where the voice came from and to your surprise and your relief, you find that the mysterious person in the lake was no other than Percy Jackson. You never had a conversation with him before, but you definitely knew about him. It was kind of hard not to know who he is since he’s been the talk of the camp since he’s arrived. Your thoughts about him weren’t any different from most of the camp. You’ve seen him fight and use his powers during capture the flag, and you were just as impressed as everyone else. You did have to admit that you found him to be pretty cute too. His eyes were gorgeous, clear, and bright like a shallow, cyanic sea. You also found it adorable how his hair always looked a little disheveled.

Your (e/c) eyes met Percy’s green ones before looking at your rose quartz in his hand. You smile sheepishly, noticing the amused look on his face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s mine.” You walk over to him, but as you get closer, so does Ambrose, and his growls get louder. "Ambrose, heel. It's okay," you say softly, and he stops in his place, but his stance is still at alert, his eyes watching Percy cautiously. You pat Ambrose's head before walking past him and over to Percy. "Thanks," you smile, taking your rose quartz from his hand.

"No problem… I don't think your ghost dog likes me," Percy jokes, moving to look past your legs at Ambrose, who’s standing tall on your left side.

"Yeah, well, you kinda scared the crap out of us," you point out, amused. You take in Percy's goofy smile as he pulls himself up from the water, and you notice that he’s completely dry as he settles on the edge before turning his body to look at you.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asks, and you nod, figuring he’s probably heard about you in passing from Connor and Travis since he was friends with them too. “What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retort playfully, making him smile. You move to sit down where you were standing. You spread the crystals neatly on the wood, making a mental note to get them before you go to bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out here to hang out, but then a hippocampus swam up. One of its friends got stuck in a fisher's net not too far from here, so I went to help," he explains, and you nod. "I told you my excuse, so what's yours?"

You hum, "It's a full moon out tonight, so I thought I should take my crystals out. I also needed moon water for a potion, so I collected some for that," you point over at the big mason jar full of lake water. "It’s not as cool as your excuse,” you say playfully.

A short laugh comes from Percy, and when you look up from your crystals, you notice he was looking at Ambrose again, who was still in his tense stance. Ambrose was especially protective of you and Atticus, and it wasn’t unusual for him to be cautious of the new people you come across. You assumed that Ambrose was particularly tense with Percy since he had successfully caught you both by surprise.

"Ambrose, relax.” You pat the top of his head to soothe him. "Lay down." Ambrose whines, licking your hand affectionately for a little, and you can tell he was still uneasy about the other. He was hesitant, but he follows your command anyway, laying down with his head on your lap.

"You can touch him?" Percy asks, his eyes wide and curious as he watches you pet Ambrose.

"Yeah, I can touch ghosts in general. My mother is Hecate, goddess of necromancy, along with magic, the night and the moon," you tell him. "This is Ambrose. My mother gifted him to me to be my familiar, kinda like a guardian." You look down at the hound, smiling softly as you scratch behind his ear softly.

Ambrose is a burly Molossian Hound who lived in the time of Alexander The Great. From what your father told you, his breed was well valued in Ancient Greek and Roman times and was often used in war. It is easy to understand why the breed was used in war. Ambrose is huge and muscular, about 6 feet tall when he stands on his hind legs, and he weighs around 200 pounds. At first, Ambrose can come off as a little intimidating. You remember how your siblings had avoided him when you first arrived at camp before they realized that he was the clearest definition of a gentle giant. Even though he was trained to fight when he was alive, he was still as gentle as a well-trained house dog unless he was given a reason not to be.

"When did you get him?" Percy asks, his eyes focusing on Ambrose’s translucent body that looked like it is made up of this gray swirling vapor. He couldn’t exactly wrap his head around how Ambrose’s head was comfortably propped up on your thigh.

"We met on the night I was on my way to Camp so about 2 years ago. Without him, my brother and I probably would have never made it to the borders.” You look up at Percy, meeting his eyes again; you watch as his face softens as he shifts to lean back on his hand.

"Really?" You hum and nod, ready to drop the conversation there, thinking you shouldn’t bore him with the details. You didn’t really like talking about it much, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was inviting you to continue talking.

"We got separated from our father at the gas station a couple of miles away from here. He went inside the convenience store to get us snacks, and while he was in there, a cyclops had found us, tried to grab us out of his car. We jumped out and ran into the woods nearby," you explain as you look out at the dark horizon.

You remember the sound of your father yelling after you and Atticus and how it broke your heart hearing, for the first time, such despair in his voice. You knew your dad didn’t want to bring you guys to camp, but he knew it was in Atticus’s and your best interest to come here and be with other people like you guys.

When you and Atticus started developing your powers, your father had simply told you guys that you were special and to refrain from using your telekinesis anywhere else but home. He didn’t say anything more until one night, you and Atticus had gotten in a screaming match about a reason you don’t even remember. However, in your screaming match, the both of you were so angry that a green aura had formed around you both, and books, magazines, even cutlery were being flown across the room because of the sheer energy you were admitting as a unit. It was then your father had decided to take you and Atticus to the camp to control and learn about your powers before you guys destroyed the house over a dumb argument like who’s turn is it to have the TV remote.

"We were more concerned about the monster hurting our dad, so we decided on a whim to run in the forest. My brother and I have telekinesis powers, and I aimed well enough to send a rock right at the cyclops eye. We lost him a little after that, but we didn't know where we were. We made too many twists and turns; we had no idea what direction we came from. And then, this buddy appeared out of nowhere from a distance. I saw him glowing from far away and couldn’t make out what he was, but I felt that I had to follow him. So we did, and he got us to camp with no detours for any other monsters. He's been with me ever since," you say, and a low whine comes from Ambrose’s mouth as he nuzzles the side of his face on your thigh contentedly.

Percy nods, and he huffs softly, "You guys got lucky. How old were you and your brother when you got to camp?"

"12, we're twins. We actually got here a couple of weeks after you did,” you mention. You watch Percy’s mouth curve into a half-smirk.

“Wow," he says, amused, and shakes his head. “So you have a twin and a dead dog, no fair," he jokes. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully,

"Oh please, and you have crazy water powers. You’re completely dry after swimming! I think that's pretty envy-worthy."

"Hey-,” he shrugs, taking a second as if to form a protest. “I guess you're right,” he admits and laughs. You laugh with him, opening your mouth to say something else but unfortunately, you were interrupted by a screech echoing in the distance.

Both you and Percy stand up quickly, trying to figure out which direction it came from. “The harpies,” you both mutter in unison. You bend down to grab your things, and you look at Ambrose.

"Go distract them, bud," you tell him, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet, and you watch as he runs away, barking to get their attention. Just then, you see the wings of the Harpies coming up from the trees of the forest. You turn to Percy, grabbing his hand quick,

“Incantare: Transpectus!" You exclaim confidently, closing your eyes to envision you and Percy becoming transparent on the dock. You've never tried doing this spell before, but you've gotten better at visualizing and setting intentions, so you had some hope in yourself. You open your eyes, not feeling any different, and you hoped that you just didn't make a fool of yourself in front of Percy. But when you look down at your hand hesitantly and notice it was hard to make out since you were see-through like glass, you sigh in relief. You smile to yourself, more than satisfied that you were able to pull that off.

"Woah, are we invisible?" You look over at Percy, able to see him just fine since he was under the spell with you. Percy looks down at himself, eyes widened as he processes he can’t see his body anymore. You observe him for a second, finding it cute how he looked surprised and obviously entertained at the fact that he was completely see-through. You feel yourself growing a little flustered, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you were holding hands with him.

"Something like that. C'mon, it won’t last too long," you whisper, and your grip around his hand tightens as you guys begin running to his cabin. You hear the harpies screeching in frustration as they swoop down to try and grab Ambrose, only for their claws to go right through him. While the harpies were growing more annoyed, Ambrose, on the other hand, was having way too much fun, running in circles and barking at them as if he’s teasing.

"Man, I wish I had a ghost dog," you hear Percy mutter behind you as you arrive at the steps of his cabin.

"Yeah, Ambrose is pretty great," you admit, watching him play with the harpies before shifting your gaze over to Percy. "Thanks for getting the crystal for me." As much as you wanted to stay talking to him, you knew you couldn't stay too long. You were still eager to finish studying, and Ambrose can only hold off the harpies for so long.

"It was no problem. It was on my way up anyways," he shrugs, and you smile, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You look down, the two of you still holding hands even though the spell wore off already. You awkwardly let go of his hand, shifting on your feet.

"Well, I'll see you around," you say sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, I'll see you.” His hand comes up in an awkward wave. You nod, returning the wave. Your eyes meet Percy’s green ones one more time before turning on your heels and walking down the steps of his cabin. You notice that Ambrose is now long gone into the forest, taking the harpies with him to give you time to rush to the other side where your cabin is.

As you hurry back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you replayed the interaction you just had with Percy, and you couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you could talk to him.

You carefully hoist yourself up, climb back into the cabin through the window, sighing softly once you get in. You slowly close the window, your face scrunching at the creaking sound, but you successfully get it closed before turning around, only to be faced with Connor Stoll standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You gasp loudly, almost dropping the mason jar in your hand, being startled for the second time tonight.

“Oh, look who’s back,” he says, his lips pulled in his usual mischievous smirk, his right eyebrow raised as if he's suspicious of you. You shift, giggling nervously under his graze,

"Hey, Con.” Shit. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a part of you wasn’t surprised that he had caught you sneaking out again. You weren’t too worried since Connor wasn’t one to be strict or easily angered, neither was Travis, but you can understand if he did get a little upset with you since the cabin could also get in trouble, and he worried about you getting hurt.

"You leave so often, I'm starting to think you're seeing someone," he teases, and you furrow your eyebrows, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

"I'm not seeing anyone. You know what I do when I sneak out," you tell him, putting your hand out to show him the jar full of water. After being caught the first couple of times, you had explained to Connor why you occasionally needed to head out at night. He was understanding of your reasons, telling you to try and not sneak out as often. When he did catch you, he always kept your outings secret. It came with a price, though. You were sometimes stuck doing extra chores, especially anything that had to do with cleaning, since he hated doing anything that had to do with mopping or sweeping.

"So that wasn't you and Percy on the dock?" Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get hot again. You shake your head, stumbling over your words for a second.

"Uh… n- that was a coincidence!" You hear him snort, laughing quietly as if he didn't believe you. Even though he couldn't see your facial expression very well in this lighting, he can still tell how flustered you were at his sudden question.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically, and he hums, "Anyways, what are you going to do for me so that I don't tell on you?" He asks, and your mouth drops open. Usually, he wasn't so forward, and he never threatened to tell on you. "I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

You gasp, "Connor, are you blackmailing me right now?" You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs,

"I guess you can say I am." You shake your head, walking over to your desk to put down your moon water before turning toward him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"... what do you want?" You ask, expecting him to make you take up one of his chores. But from the way he was smiling at you, you can tell that there was something more he wanted, and you were beginning to worry.

"Help me turn the Ares Cabin into bunnies," he says, and you shake your head frantically,

"No way! Clarisse will kill me," you whisper. Connor smiles,

"No, she won't. She can't kill you if she's a bunny," he points out, and your face falls flat,

"They're not gonna stay bunnies forever," you say, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously at the idea of the outrage you'd get from the Ares Cabin after shifting back from being bunnies. "I don't know, Con. I don't even know if I can turn all of them into bunnies at once."

Connor waves his hand at you, dismissing your concern. "I don't care for the logistics now. We can work on that later, but you have to agree to at least help me," he says. "Or I'm telling everyone I saw you smooching Percy on the dock."

"What!? We didn't even kiss. We talked for like 5 minutes!" You whisper-yell, your reactions much too entertaining for him, and he was having a hard time holding in his laugh.

"Your decision, y/n."

You sigh, throwing your head back. You look at the ceiling for a second as you consider your two choices. And you decide that getting your head potentially put on a stick by Clarisse was better than the burning embarrassment of Percy thinking you're spreading rumors about kissing him. "Fine, whatever. I'll help you do the bunny thing," you mumble, your shoulders slouched.

Connor nods with a proud smile on his face for trapping you into helping him. "Good choice. I will be going back to sleep now. Good night… again," he announces, turning on his heels and walking over to his bed. You frown a little as you walk back to your desk to study. Plopping down onto your chair, you decide that you’ll worry about Connor’s little plan later so you can focus on your studying. After a while, Ambrose comes trotting in, joining you by the desk as usual. You smile at him, praising the other for distracting the harpies for you before he lays down, his head laying on your foot.

As you study, you find that you couldn’t help your mind drifting back to Percy once and a while. You deem that there was no way that you could have a crush on him since you guys have only spoken once. In the midst of your internal debate to decide what you felt for him, you suddenly remember the crystal that was retrieved for you. You remember how Percy presented it to you, holding it out for you with his fingertips. It was your rose quartz. What a coincidence. You smile, rolling your eyes as you tell yourself that you’re thinking too much into it. You look over, noticing the dim illuminating light of the beginning sunrise shining through the curtains. You sigh, deciding that you should probably get to sleep and take advantage of the maybe, four hours of sleep you’ll get tonight. You close your herbology book before making your way to your bed, and with a soft sigh, you retreat under the covers, and finally, you surrender to your drowsiness.

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#percy jackson x reader #percy x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #connor stoll #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fic #slow burn #friends to lovers #connor stoll x reader #percy jackson oneshot #pjo #my writing

[givemea-dam-break]

Hey hey loved ur fics so much and I was wondering could u do a fic Connor stoll x reader where he flirty with them cuz he likes them but they don’t think he serious

a/n: yeah sure! again, i'm not the greatest at writing flirting but i'll try my best! Warnings: bad flirting writing lol Words: 1K Gender-neutral reader

With a roll of your eyes, you shut the door to your cabin, trying to escape the eyes of your siblings. "He likes you," Austin says. "Like, a lot." "No, he doesn't," you retort. "Connor does that all the time with everyone. He's not being serious." "So, when he's wrapping an arm around you at the beach, that's not serious?" Kayla snorts. "I knew you weren't the brightest bulb in the box, but my gods, y/n, come on." You throw your bow and quiver of arrows onto your bunk. "Again, he does that with everyone." "What about the compliments he constantly gives you?" Austin asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Hmm? He constantly goes out of his way to compliment you and, I don't know about Kayla, but I've not seen or heard him compliment too many people before." "He's my best friend," you say. "Of course he's going to compliment me every now and then, just like I do him -" "You have pretty eyes, y/n, mind if I stare into them for a while longer?" Kayla says, deepening her voice to match Connor's. "Like, come on, how is that not flirting?" You huff. "He's been like this with me for ages. I'm sure if he had feelings for me he would've done something by now." "Do you like him?" Austin asks, shifting his weight. "In what way?" "Are you serious? Like like, y/n!" You roll your eyes again. "Sure, I do, but he definitely doesn't. Connor's just the kind of guy to flirt with everyone for the sport. Trust me, being his best friend for years helps you get information like that." Kayla looks away from you to the door of the cabin. "Speaking of..." You turn to the door just in time to see Connor open it, grinning. "Hey, Sunshine," he says. "You coming to the beach? Sun's about to set and I'd hate to watch it on my own again." You smile. "Yeah, I'll just be a minute." "Gotcha." Then, the son of Hermes disappears behind the door. You look back to Kayla and Austin, graced by the sight of the former making kissing faces and the latter mocking you. "Shut up," you say. "I'll be back in time for the dinner bell." "Don't get up to too much out there," Austin calls as you begin to leave. "He calls you Sunshine, for Hera's sake! That's flirting!" Your face grows hot. Your siblings, if possible, are worse than Connor when it comes to this stuff. When you reach the beach, Connor has already set up your blanket and whipped out two cans of Coke that he must have smuggled in. He lays over the blanket, his head in the sand, eyes closed as the waves wash over his feet. You nudge him with your foot. "I'm here, Mr Thief." "You need a better nickname for me, Sunshine." That's true. You doubt Mr Thief sends any reaction through him like Sunshine does for you. You situate yourself down on the patterned blanket beside your best friend, lacing your hands through the grains of soft golden sand. The sun is setting over the Long Island Sound, shining like molten gold over the rippling blue water. You smile and wave at the sun as it dips, imagining your father waving back at you. "You do that every single night without fail," Connor notes. "It still confuses me, no matter how many times you tell me why you do it." You roll your eyes. "You're just jealous that my dad pays more attention to me than yours does you." Connor smiles. "You've got me there, Sunshine. I'm oh-so jealous." You smile. You've met your father - godly father, that is - on countless occasions, but Connor hasn't had that same opportunity. Well, he has once, but that was when the safety of Manhattan and Olympus was at risk. Routinely, Connor wraps an arm around your shoulders, shifting over the smallest bit towards you. You try not to stiffen, scared he'll remove his arm. That's the opposite of what you want. Maybe Kayla and Austin are right... "You're awfully quiet today," Connor says. "And I have to say I'm finding it fairly enjoyable." You scoff and nudge him in the stomach with your elbow. "Trust me, my day was so much better without your scrawny self jutting in every two minutes." Connor laughs, squeezing you to his chest for a moment before releasing. Your face feels hot

again. "Not every two minutes," he says. "More like every five, but you love making things dramatic." "Shut up." "No, I love it. Makes things more interesting." You suppress a smile, taking a hold of the hand that drapes over your shoulder and leaning into Connor. You've done this a million times before, but the conversation you've just had with Kayla and Austin has sent your thoughts spiralling out of control, making you that much more nervous. When his hand squeezes yours it feels as though electricity is running through your veins, powering up little butterflies in your stomach. "You look nice in this light," Connor says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'd hope so. If my dad isn't trying to make me look good every time he's on the job, I'm going to have to have words." Connor laughs but doesn't say anything. You focus on the feeling of his pulse on the bare skin of your neck, the consistent thump, thump, thump it sends. It's calming and helps with the butterflies. When the sun dips behind the horizon, you almost don't want to get up. You would give anything to just sit with Connor like this forever, feeling the soft thud of his pulse, listening to his soft breaths. But, instead, you both get up, folding the blanket and picking up your empty Coke cans. Connor smiles. "Looking forward to this again tomorrow, Sunshine." "Same," you say, smiling, too. "I'm sure you'll look even better tomorrow." And, with a wink, he disappears behind the sand dunes.

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[annaraejackson]

Rules Are Meant to be Broken

Pairing: Connor Stoll x gender-neutral!Reader

Words: 473

Warnings: Light swearing, attempted break in mention, fluff

It was the middle of the night, during the middle of winter at Camp Half-Blood. While normally your cabin was full with campers, the winter was a different story. You lay awake in your bed, right on the cusp of falling asleep, when you heard the doorknob rattling up front.

Immediately you sat up, panic rising in your chest. Why was someone attempting to get into your cabin in the middle of the night? Curfew had been hours ago, surely everyone in camp was asleep or close to it by now. You got out of bed, slowly and quietly making your way to the front door of your cabin without turning on the lights. Camp did have magical borders, but you knew sometimes really really lost mortals could get in.

You reached your hand towards the doorknob, placing it on the handle and feeling it jiggle in your hand. You took a deep breath, and counted to three.

One… two...three.

You unlocked the door and swung it open in one quick, fluid motion while simultaneously reaching out with your other hand to grab the perpetrator, yanking them in and pinning them to the wall, ready to attack at any moment.

“Woah woah woah! It’s me, Y/N! It’s just me!” A familiar voice called out in the darkness, which you immediately recognized as your boyfriend, Connor Stoll.

“Connor?!” You asked, taking a step back and going to flip on the lights in the cabin, revealing that it was in fact your boyfriend.

“In the flesh!” Connor said, grinning and stepping away from the wall and towards you, placing his hands on your waist as he looked at you.

“What are you doing here??” You pushed him away, panicked still as you went to look out the windows. “It’s against the rules!” Two campers of different cabins were not supposed to be in the same cabin alone together, and it definitely didn’t help his case that it was the middle of the night. If they got caught, they’d be on dish duty for a month.

“Well shit,” Connor huffed, rolling his eyes. “Rules are meant to be broken. Now, can I get the kiss I came here for?” He asked, giving you a small pout.

Rolling your eyes, you went over to him and placed your lips to his, which invoked a grin on his face as he pulled you close, deepening the kiss slightly before he pulled away. “Just what I needed, I’ve missed you… but, I will let you get back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Yes you did, Connor.” You knew better than that, but you grinned at your boyfriend, nonetheless. He had his own, weird way of doing things, and you couldn’t help but love him for it. “You absolutely meant to wake me.”

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[cabinofimagines]

WIP list

- The collection of our works in progress! If we have it, it’s a title and the pairing, everything is a gender-neutral reader insert except when specified otherwise. 

Admin Asnyox

Meeting Solangelo (Poly!Solangelo)

→ synopsis ; This is getting bigger than anticipated, the establishment of the SFU I fear, and  how you met your boyfriends. Will divide all the Solangelo fics in 4 arcs; battle of Manhattan, the prophecy of the 7, and whatever comes next. WIP list for this can be found here! Currently writing Part V

A Much Needed Declaration (Grover Underwood) → synopsis ; Grover's always needed for things, yet when you needed him the most he dissapears-

All the Pawsebilities (Poly!Solangelo) → synopsis ; You go out on one (1) date, lose will for five (5) seconds and he comes back with six (6) cats.

Wish they were here (Poly!Solangelo) → synopsis ; Your week is rough, and your boyfriends are gone.

Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love! (Poly!Solangelo) → synopsis ; Sorry for the title, I am in OHSHC hell. It's about your first kiss.

Near Death Experience (Poly!Fierrochase) → synopsis ; When you almost die, your significant others freak out.

Reminders (Poly!Fierrochase) → synopsis ; You like taking care of your friends, a meal there, a gift here, and your friends love you for it.

Seeing What The Heart Signs (Hearthstone) → synopsis ; Hearthstone realizes his heart is trying to tell him something.

Headcanons

Poly!Frazel Alphabet

Poly!Pipabeth Alphabet

Admin Danny

Heacanons

→ synopsis ; Reader was cutting onions or doing something other that made their eyes watery. When the character sees them they think that they are crying. Then reader explains what happened with a laugh or smile (Percy, Leo, Piper and Annabeth)

→ synopsis ; Nico xItalian!reader, Reader steals Nico's leather jacket 

Good Day (Jason xsilbling!Reader)

→ synopsis ; Jason and Reader talk about life while eating candy and watching scary movies

Her Favorite People (Platonic!Annabeth xgn!reader)

→ synopsis ; Annabeth letting the reader get away with anything and treating them like her younger sibling, Y/N uses it to their full advantage to annoy older brother Percy. 

Various Halloween Fics

→ synopsis ; Lester, Percy, etc.

Affectionated Nickname Headcanons

→ synopsis ; The 7, Nico, Reyna and Will

Connor Stoll x reader (Unnamed)

→ synopsis ;

Poly!Lercy 

→ synopsis ;

Travis Stoll (Unnamed)

→ synopsis ;

Admin Day

Apollo!Reader x Percy

→ synopsis ; The pressure of being a med student is getting to you and Percy can’t do much but cheer you on as you cry your eyes out in frustration. Luckily, your brother Will might have some helpful advice regarding the world of medicine.

Mini gifts for the females

→ synopsis ; “oh boy, a shiny rock! I bet ___ will like this, I gotta bring it back to them.” Your love language is giving gifts and your girlfriend adores each present you bring back to her after a quest.

Admin JJ

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Last updated: July 3rd, 2023 by admin Asja

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[moon-tells-stories]

Dear diary, i’m an idiot

Connor Stoll x gn ready

Part two of Heart Problems

Connor is completely in love with you, here is the embarrassing tale of how the new Apollo kid realised it.

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Remy wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.

Why?!?! WHY WHY WHY??!?

Honestly at this point they deserved the “most likely to find themselves in awkward situations award”

Their father was the god of prophecy so why couldn’t he sometimes send Remy some sort of sign like: “hey! you shouldn’t do that!if you do you’ll find yourself in awkward situation, my dear!”

Could all of this even be considered an awkward situation?

What do you call it when you ask your crush’s love to set you up with him?????

Remy really really just wanted to hide themselves under their blankets and never come out.

~~

Remy’s demise started when they found out that their father was actually a god. Their life completely turned upside down and they found themselves in a strange camp for demigods.

The first two day were spent in the Hermes cabin waiting for their father to claim them.

It was there that everything started going to shit.

Honestly at first it wasn’t so bad, Remy had finally found a place with people like them, that didn’t judge them or made fun of them.

Plus, the counsellor of cabin 11 was quite hot.

Connor seemed like a nice guy, obliviously without counting his mischievous eyes that made Remy think he had stole their wallet at first.

(he didn’t, but his younger brother did)

From what Remy had gathered he was the typical son of Hermes, with a pendant for trouble and great lying and stealing abilities.

As the counsellor of the Hermes cabin however Connor knew how to make people feel welcomed, he showed Remy around camp, introduced them to the rest of the Hermes kids, he taught them how to use a sword and reassured them that their father would soon claim them.

Remy couldn’t help it, he was cute, with his beautiful blue eyes and pretty brown curls.

They spent those two days hoping, praying, begging that their father wouldn’t be Hermes so that they wouldn’t be related.

Thankfully on the third day Apollo claimed them and they soon joined cabin 7 and met their siblings.

With the possibility of being related to Connor gone, Remy decided to shoot their shot. (like a true kid of the god of archery)

The problem was that while being generally friendly, Connor still seemed to prefer to stay with his friends, so every time Remy tried to talk to him he would simply joke around a bit but never really go into deeper conversation topics.

Remy’s new brother Will told them not to take it to heart, that Connor was simply a bit of a reserved person, he liked to joke around and talk to people but it took him a while to fully trust them and get close to them.

So, Remy created a perfect foolproof plan.

Said foolproof plan was the worst idea they’ve ever had. Damn them and their stupid crush.

Connor was close to most of the oldest campers, among whom were his brother Travis and his best friend.

Remy absolutely refused to ask Connor’s brother, it would just be extremely embarrassing, so they decided that his best friend was the best option.

(wrong.

completely and absolutely wrong.)

But in Remy’s defence how were they supposed to know?????

You seemed kind and when Remy asked you to help them with Connor you didn’t seem to mind.

(if only they had noticed the strange look in your eyes)

You promised Remy to try and help them, telling them a few things about Connor and offering to rely a message to him. Remy had thanked you profusely and felt warmed by your kindness.

In the end however Connor didn’t come to the offered meeting, obliviously it had hurt a little but after all he didn’t own Remy anything and they weren’t going to be an asshole about the rejection.

They thanked you for your help dismissing your apologies because it wasn’t your fault either, feelings can’t be controlled after all.

Then they went on with their life like normal, after all it was just a little crush, Remy didn’t even know Connor that well, so after around a week they were fully over it.

The revelation arrived after a particularly draining day spent helping Will in the infirmary.

Will was finishing putting away some bandages while Remy waited for him, Will turned towards them with a smile.

“So, what do you think about your first month at camp? Did you make some friends?” their brother asked them with a curious and caring expression.

Remy shrugged with a smile “it was nice, i met lots of kind people” they started recounting to their brother a few names and episodes that happened during the month, when your name came up Will sent them a confused look “really? how did you meet them?”

Remy felt a bit embarrassed but decided that it’s not really something to be conscious about, it’s normal to have crushes and even more normal for them to not always be returned.

“I had a crush on Connor and asked them to try and set us up” they laughed a bit awkwardly “it didn’t end the way i wanted but they were very kind and nice about it”

Will looked absolutely horrified.

Remy started feeling a bit worried when he breathlessly asked “sorry?”

Remy shrugged trying to play it off “yeah, it’s whatever really, i guess he didn’t return my feelings, it’s fine, it was just a crush” they say genuinely, but Will cringes.

“oh gods- you asked them to set you up with Connor?” he asks looking as if he wants to either laugh hysterically or face palm.

Remy shrugs “pretty much, was that wrong?” they ask self consciously, Will shakes his head softly with an embarrassed smile.

“No, it’s just-“ he takes a breath “Remy, Connor is in love with them.”

Remy just wants the ground to swallow them up.

How in the gods’s names do they always find themselves in such awkward situations?!??!

Sure, the rejection had hurt, but- how will have Connor felt? The person he apparently loves just tried to set him up with someone else.

Remy really really did not mean for things to get like this.

~~

Remy understood the true extent of their idiocy at the camp fire.

Connor was sitting next to you as you conversed happily with Annabeth Chase.

And gods, that look.

Remy had always been a romantic at heart, they loved to watch romance dramas and daydream about meeting the perfect person for them.

Watching Connor look at you as if you had hung all the stars in the sky made Remy squeal with joy, whatever slight hurt they might have felt at the rejection had been completely forgotten because it was so oblivious that he was absolutely and totally in love with you that Remy couldn’t even feel bitter about being rejected.

They just wish you would simply notice too and finally get together because from what Will had told them, you and Connor had been in love for years.

The entire camp was just waiting for you to notice as well.

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Dear diary,

This first month in camp half-blood has really been something.

A lot of things have happened, i finally know who my father is and i even have some siblings now!

I’ve made lots of friends here, and i’m pretty sure that a cute guy from Demeter cabin is flirting with me :)

Before i can however relax and fully enjoy my new life here, i need to complete a mission that i have personally assigned to myself.

Perhaps i’m not a child of Aphrodite but i’ve watched enough dramas and telenovelas to be able to complete this personal mission.

My attempt at getting together with the cute counsellor of cabin 11 failed miserably, but it’s fine because i decided that this time i will be the one doing the setting up part.

My personal mission this summer, is to help Connor Stoll get together with the one he loves.

PS: second personal mission is to not get into other awkward situations- Remy’s embarrassing era has come to an end, long live Remy’s love guru era.

-Remy

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