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strickenice · 7 years

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Arellashid Masquerade Au - Requested

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Reyna and Zia met when Carter dragged Zia to a stupid party.

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She didn’t even want to go, it was for some rich school’s scholarship fundraiser.

Zia was dragged from store to store, gathering fancy jewelry, fancier dress, and an over-the-top mask. She never had so much stuff on her body, most it worth more than her annual income.

Carter’s family was rich. Multi-millionaires, easily hundreds of millions of money. Ruby and Julius Kane made their living with a billion dollar find in Egypt that turned into a world wide lecture. How they even made that much, Zia didn’t know, but all she knew was that she somehow befriended their son.

Sadie was over in New York with her two girlfriends, Hazel and Lacy, leaving Carter with only plus one.

Zia couldn’t have been as miserable in her whole life until she put that cold mask on.

“Come on, stop looking so grumpy.” Carter sighed. “I would have brought Frank instead, but he was already invited and I had to bring a plus one. The Arellanos want a full house.”

Zia scuffed. “It’s for some preppy high-chin school I’ve never even heard of.”

“Bellona College Prep isn’t high-chin. It’s literally a war strategy based curriculum.”

“Whatever.”

Carter sighed. “At least act excited. It’s only 4 hours long.”

“That’s 5 hours too long”

It took Carter to recognize the sarcasm.

“Very funny.”

Zia rolled her eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

The first hour sucked.

Her mask kept snagging her hair, her champagne glass spilled three times on her dress, her jewelry made long clinking noises that made her want to rip someone else’s hair out, and her feet were dying from the stilettos Carter bought her.

Frank Zhang stole Carter away from her, apologizing several times to Zia and promising to make up for it later. Zia waved them off, grumbling about how she was ready to leave.

Hour two she kinda huddled by the mini buffet. The hor-o-doves or whatever their called were covered in chocolate or gold flakes, and probably was worth enough to pay her entire housing bill.

“You’re new.” A voice stated from Zia’s right. The annoyed girl turned, ready to strike down this preppy person, only to be stopped by a breath-taking girl with wine toned eyes.

Her skin was tawny brown, of obvious Spanish or Portuguese descent, that breathed of warmth. Nutmeg and chocolate curls were braided in a crown like fashion on her head, purple ribbon matching her pale purple dress peaking out of her braid. She was tall, taller than Zia’s meek 5 foot 3 stance, and had some kind but commanding aura to her look.

Zia kinda wished she could see more of her, but this was a Masquerade. But she had to admit the black and purple lace matched her perfectly.

“Er... Yeah, kinda. My friend dragged me here.” Zia rushed, suddenly nervous. There was a literal goddess in front of her.

The woman laughed. “Well, I’m Reyna.”

There was a silence, before Zia blink.

“Oh, right... Sorry. I’m Zia. Zia Rashid.”

Reyna’s small smile widened, her dark red lipstick shimmering in the crystal lighting.

“That’s a beautiful name.” Reyna noted. “Are you, by any chance, related to Iskander Rashid?”

Zia’s cheeks warmed up a little. “You know my uncle?”

Reyna shrugged. “He was my ideal when I was a child. His lectures about the power system of Egypt helped me a lot during school. I wished he made more of them.”

Zia’s mouth dropped a little. “I’m... I’m sure he would love to know someone actually likes them.”

They chatted through the night, and next thing Zia knew, Reyna was dragging her to the dance floor.

The song wasn’t one Zia recognize, but she danced with Reyna and laughed happily.

Auction after auction went on, some of them Zia wanting to bid for but couldn’t.

Then the gold necklace went on.

“That is gorgeous.” Zia breathed.

“Bidding starts at ten thousand!” Someone announced.

“Oh, nevermind.” Zia grumbled. “Of course it is.”

Reyna raised her hand. “Twenty thousand.”

Zia nearly spat her champagne out. “You don’t have-”

“Thirty thousand.” Someone shouted. Reyna raised her hand again.

“Forty thousand” The brunette beauty announced. Zia’s eyes widened.

The number went up to ten thousand before Reyna finally stood up.

“One million, seven thousand.” She announced.

The room went silent. The auctioner paused, then cleared his throat.

“One million seven thousand going once...” His blue eyes scanned the crowd. “Going twice...”

No one moved. The gavel went down on the wood.

“Sold to Reyna Arellano.” He announced. Zia’s stomach did a slow roll. This was an Arellano?!

Reyna offered her hand to Zia. “Any beautiful girl deserves a necklace, no matter how much it’s worth.”

Zia’s cheeks burned and she took her hand. Reyna lead her up to the front and gingerly took the gold necklace.

She spun Zia around and took the simple sun necklace off her neck. She spotted Carter in the back, giving her two thumbs up and mouthing ‘Worth is now?’

The cool gold met her skin and she fingered the jewels. Reyna guided her to the table as her parents climbed on stage.

“What an... eventful end to an event like this!” Barella Arellano announced. “Unfortuantly we do not have enough time to continue this party, we raised over 6 million this year!”

People started to leave and Reyna turned to Zia.

“Next month we have a pool party, I’d like you to be my plus one.”

Zia’s mouth opened, then closed then she cleared her throat.

“I... would like to.”

Reyna handed her a piece of paper with 10 numbers on it.

“Great! I’ll send you the information.”

When Zia got home, she let out a squeal. Carter put his fingers in his ears.

“Why are you so loud.”

“She’s cute!” Zia gushed. “And so regal. And she’s MY age, you know how many 25 year old millionaire lesbians exist?”

“No, I don’t.” Carter frowned. “She’s lesbian?”

Zia, on other days, would have punched his arm. Instead,, she smiled dreamily.

“Yeah. She’s perfect.”

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strickenice · 7 years

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Thalia and Zoë - Classic Tropes: Rivals to Lovers

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When Thalia first met Zoë, she hated her...

It was sometime in the late 1990′s, maybe even in the early 2000′s.

Luke and her were on the run again, this time with a 7 year old knife wielding blonde girl who claimed to be Athena’s daughter.

A silver arrow sliced through the air as Thalia jumped over a log. A hellhound was after them this week, a baby one by the looks of it. Courageous little dog, to try to attack a child of one of the big three, but then again Thalia hadn’t quite got a grip on her powers.

Silver clad girls emerged from the woods, shooting at the unfortunate monster. At a girl’s command, one that looked 14 with a bright silver tiara on her coppery forehead, the girls let fire row after row of arrows. The hellhound yelped, but puffed up in yellow smoke within seconds.

Luke collapsed next to Thalia, Annabeth trying to help him up. Her fierce grey eyes darted from Thalia to the girls in silver.

Thalia turned around, avoiding the strangely dark and stormy gaze, to focus on ancient berry blue ones.

“Who are you,” Thalia demanded, holding Luke’s recently stolen golf club.

The girl with the tiara stepped forward. Her hair was a glossy charcoal colour, braided into a mohawk french and tied off with various silver ribbons.

“I was about to ask thou the same thing.”

Thalia frowned. Who uses thou nowadays?

Thalia looked at her tiara more closely. It was inbedded with pearls and made with silver. A piece of white stone had been shaped into a crescent shape and placed at the very center. Her eyebrows knitted together, it was a strange fashion statement. It looked nothing like the Barbie tiaras she use to wear when her mom decided to take her in public when she was 2. And it was definitely more valuable.

“I asked you first.” Thalia said slowly. The girl pierced her lips and slung her bow onto her back.

“Zoë Nightshade.” She stated proudly. “Lieutenant of Artemis, goddess of the hunt and patron to mothers and maidens.”

Thalia almost didn’t process this information. Her throat dried up, it never occurred to her that Artemis would still have followers like in the ancient times. Then again, she never thought Hera would still hold grudges but that still happened.

“Thalia, daughter of Zeus.” She muttered. Zoë’s eyebrow went up a little, and her high expression dropped a little. A couple of the girls muttered something about her father, then Zoë raised her hand and they silenced.

“And the other one?”

Thalia turned back. “That’s Luke Ca-”

“I meant the girl.” Zoë put her hands on her hip. Thalia paused her sentence. Annabeth looked up.

“I’m Ann’beth, but you can call me Annabeth. Don’t call me Annie, I hate it.” She stated, half annoyed about having to introduce herself.

Zoë nodded slowly, glancing back at Thalia. “Her parent?”

“Athena.” Thalia said. “She said it was Athena.”

Annabeth glared up at the sky before going back to applying a splint to Luke’s arm. Thalia hadn’t noticed it was broken, but she was pretty sure they were out of any godly foods or drinks.

Zoë noticed this too. “Phoebe, take care of the male. We’ll judge what to do with him later.”

A girl paced forward, an unhappy look on her face. Annabeth looked up at the silver girl in front of her, inspecting the grey cargo and silk blouse, before agreeing to help carry Luke off.

Thalia watched them walk off, before slowly the girls left until it was only her and Zoë.

She didn’t know what to think of the lieutenant just yet. It appears that Zoë didn’t either.

“I haven’t heard of a big three child in a while.” She started. “How was thee claimed?”

Thalia scowled. “What do you mean by ‘claimed’, and why do you talk like you just were in Romeo and Juliet?”

Zoë scowled back. “Romeo and Juliet was a terrible... play.” She stated. “And what I mean by ‘claim’, how did you know Zeus was thy father?”

Thalia rubbed Aegis nervously. It hadn’t been around her very long, but she had developed an annoying habit of needing to touch it, to make sure it was real.

“I always knew.” She stated. “He use to visit my mom.”

Zoë tapped her fingers against her waist, contemplating this information. “It’s a wonder thou has last as long as thy did.” She hummed. “That is, with a male companion.”

This time Thalia noticed the disgust.

“What? Luke? What’s so wrong with him?” She snapped at the girl. Zoë looked at her with an unreadable expression.

“You can’t possibly defend his kind.” She stated, a cold grip on her voice.

“His kind?” Thalia exaggerated. “What? He’s a demigod, not a mortal.”

“That’s not what I-”

“I know what you meant. You’re one of Artemis followers, eternal prudes.”

Zoë’s eyes flashed at this term. “Prude? How dare you! Men are selfish and care nothing of the females, all of them are evil. All of them, even this Luke.”

Thalia’s gut boiled with rage. How dare she! How dare this prude tell her that Luke was evil, there was no way on earth he was selfish and careless.

Thalia bit her tongue, her arm hair standing on end.

“Luke is not evil.” She stated through clenched jaws and gritted teeth. “And your little group are wrong. Men aren’t all like whatever you’re brainwashed into believing.”

“You are blind, Thalia.” Zoë insisted. “One day thee will realize that men are all but one thing - loyal. Luke will break your heart, and when he does I’ll be there to give thy a Hunter’s title.”

With that, the lieutenant turned and stalked off towards the new pillar of smoke in the distance. Thalia had no choice but to follow, because that was where Luke was.

The Luke that wouldn’t turn against her

She thought that was going to be the last time she saw the Hunters. Especially as she was dying on that hill. Grover had to physically tear Luke away from Thalia to get him to safety, and in her dying breaths she sent out a silent last laugh to Zoë.

She closed her eyes and expected a river.

She waited for the River.

Waited.

And Waited.

But when she opened her eyes again, a bunch of kids were staring down at her in pure astonishment. A boy with green eyes, terrifyingly sweet green eyes much like the waters of the ocean, watched her as someone helped her up.

“Who are you?” He demanded, holding a sword. His armour was sideways, she noted, and he was older than her.

“Thalia.” She muttered. “I’m Thalia, daughter of Zeus.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd and eyes turned to the green eyed boy. He stared at her with a mix of surprise and sadness.

“Where am I?” Thalia muttered.

“Camp... half-blood.” The green eyed boy said. Thalia blinked.

“I... Shouldn’t I be in the underworld? I died, right?”

Someone cleared their throat and stepped forward. The person... looked strangely familiar. She was 13, maybe 14, with half combed frizzy curls and medium skin. Grey eyes, almost like storms, watched her intensely.

“Thalia? Do you... remember anything?” The girl whispered.

Thalia tried to remember. Her head felt like it was filled with sap and cotton. But she noticed a small dark scar on her collar bone.

“... Ann’beth?” Thalia whispered. “No... that can’t be, you’re 7?”

Ann’beth shook her head. “Thalia, I just turned 14.”

“But that’s not...” She looked at her hands. She didn’t feel like an adult, and she was certain she didn’t look like one.

“Where is Luke?” She asked, looking back up at the crowd. The green eyed boy frowned.

“He’s not here.”

“Why!” She demanded. “Why not!”

“Thalia...” Annabeth took another step forward. “Luke... turned against a Olympus. After you were turned into a tree-” That was a shocker. She had been a tree? “-Luke turned colder. Just last year, he stole your dad’s masterbolt and attempted to frame Percy... Then he poisoned you.”

Thalia turned around to look at the tree behind her. A giant Christmas tree, one some snobby egotistical rich person would have gotten, stood tall above her. A gold object fluttered on the bottom branch, a dragon curled around it’s trunk. She could barely make out a scar in the bark, just slightly darker than the tree. She looked at her inner forearm and noticed a matching scar.

“No... he wouldn’t-”

“He did.” The green eyed one stated. “Luke turned against Olympus for...”

The air got colder and she got a chill down her spine. Zoë had been right, not like she would have admitted that. But... so had Hal. That future telling man told her this would happen, and she had been so arrogant and believed he would love her.

That quest with Zoë started out with a lot of tension. But Thalia noticed a slight change in behaviour. Zoë had given Percy that pelt, even though he insisted she have it instead. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed Zoë either had a crush on Percy or hated him so much that she was killing with kindness.

The former didn’t seem as... Zoë-like, so she went with the latter.

The days zoomed by. Bianca made for good side company, a neutral ground point, until she sacrificed herself for the others. Zoë had to physically drag Percy away as he went semi-catatonic. Thalia had seen Percy selfishly through himself into battle, but she started to question if it were really selfishness. He looked pained when he watched Bianca dash out there. He held a statue in his fist, staring off into the distance.

Thalia left the boys in the back of the truck they found and sat next to Zoë.

There was a soft silence for the first mile.

“You can say it.” Thalia whispered. “You were right about Luke. About boys being selfish.”

Zoë glanced at her, surprised at the change of attitude. Thalia was surprised too.

“I... I suppose I could have been wrong too.”

Thalia blinked. “What do you mean?”

Zoë’s berry blue eyes turned back to the dusty road.

“Percy... isn’t like that I thought he would have been.” The sentence sounded foreign to her.

“What do you mean?”

“I... went we first met, I told thee... you... that all men were evil. But Percy... even with the weapon he bears-”

“Riptide?” Thalia stated. “What does that have to deal with him?”

Zoë bit her lip. “I can’t talk about it.” She stated. “But... He’s not selfish.”

“He defied my orders and went for your flag.” Thalia stated.

“But he’s not selfish.” Zoë tapped a rhythm on the steering wheel. “In fact, he is quite opposite. Dare I even say that his fatal flaw is to blame.”

“His... you’re saying his fatal flaw is selflessness?”

“Not exactly.” Zoë admitted. “But... I’ve seen very few with this, especially children of the sea, but I believe it is personal loyalty. He would give anything to save a friend, even his own reputation or life.”

Thalia thought for a moment. She had done that but... she couldn’t have the same thing... right?

“What about you?” She asked. “What’s your fatal flaw.”

Zoë glanced at Thalia. Then sighed.

“I trusted too easy. I believed everything I was told, with hopes that they were good people. It was that flaw that brought me to the hunt, millennia ago.”

Thalia watched her features. She hadn’t noticed before, but Zoë had an ancient beauty to her. Like a goddess.

“I might join.” She blurted.

Zoë jumped in shock.

“I... I mean, the great prophecy.” Thalia stated. “If I don’t turn 16, Percy becomes the child of the prophecy. Right?”

“Unless the Fates decreed otherwise.” Zoë said. “But are you-”

“No, I’m not sure. But... If I need to, I will.”

They all stood in the throne room. Zoë was next to her lady, battered up and barely hanging on to conscious. Some of Apollo’s handmaidens, if they even were maidens, were attending to her.

Zoë whispered something to Artemis, and the child goddess nodded.

“Thalia, please step forward.” Zeus announced. Thalia stepped forward, all eyes on her. Percy’s arm was around Annabeth, holding her up. Grover was nervously nibbling on his shirt collar, his eyes wide and watery.

Zeus began to drone on about stuff she decided wasn’t important, then Artemis stood up.

“Due to recent events, I will offer you a place as lieutenant of my hunt.” The goddess announced.

Thalia blinked, shocked. “But Zoë’s lieutenant.”

“I have been lieutenant for millennia. It is time I step down to a lower position. I nominated you as my successor.”

Thalia’s heart fluttered a little. To think that the two didn’t get along a week ago would have confused anyone, but now...

“I accept.” Thalia stood up straighter. Zeus glanced uncomfortably at Hera, then at Thalia.

“Are you sure you want to-”

“I am not the child of the prophecy,” Thalia stated. “Percy is. Tomorrow I will not turn 16, I will be leading the hunt onto our next adventure.”

She got down on one knee and bowed her head.

“I, Thalia daughter of Zeus, pledge myself to Artemis. I shall turn my back on the presence of men and romance, serving until my needs are fulfilled.”

Artemis clear her throat. “I accept your pledge.”

Thalia glowed silver, and she stood a different person. Zoë limped over and placed the tiara on Thalia’s head.

Thalia noticed a change in her thinking while Percy was AWOL.

Before her stood a boy roughly her age, overgrown blond hair that reminded her of a hedgehog, and blue eyes that painfully reminded her of her mom’s.

“Who are thee!” Zoë demanded, her arrow changed on the boy’s chest. Beside the boy were two people - a girl with possible hypothermia and a elf with brown curly hair.

The blue eyed boy’s gaze went from Zoë to Thalia, and they widened. He fished for something in his pocket and pulled it out, glancing at it.

“... Thalia?”

Thalia noticed her girls tensing up. It’s never good if a boy knew a hunter’s name, even more so when the hunters didn’t know him.

“Answer the question.” Thalia demanded.

“I’m... your baby brother.” He whispered.

Thalia dropped her hunting knife.

“Jason?” She gasped. “You- Oh my gods. The scar...”

She took a small step forward, remembering that day. “You tried to eat a stapler, oh my gods it’s really you. I... I thought-”

She paused, then turned to her group. “Attend to them, treat them as if they were one of our own. The girl has hypothermia, Phoebe tend to her. Hunter, Sophii, set up camp and alert the others.”

The girls nodded and went to work immedantly. Thalia’s electric eyes met berry ones.

“Zoë, you will come with me.” The coppery girl shouldered her bow and nodded. Jason mumbled something to the elf and the two followed Thalia to her tent.

The entire time they talked, Zoë stood in the corner with a concerned gaze.

Thalia ushered the boys out and walked over to Zoë.

“You know what this is, don’t you?”

The ex-lieutenant nodded slowly. “It has been a while, but I recognize a praetor from anywhere.”

“Praetor? Like a leader?”

Zoë nodded. “Your brother has served for a long time, I’m surprised he isn’t colder.”

Thalia bit her lip. “I thought he was dead. Any Jason is better than No Jason.”

Zoë grabbed Thalia’s hand. Her fingers were warm and sent tingles down Thalia’s spine.

“Jason isn’t cold,” Zoë reassured. “I have a feeling about him, the same kind I had with Percy. I do not always agree with the queen of the gods, she cost me my first home, but I can say one thing.”

Thalia’s heart was pounding with anticipation.

“Jason is not like Luke. He is a true ally to the hunt.”

Thalia ran across the lawn that August night and tackled her brother in a hug. Jason let out a startled grumble and collapsed, half conscious. Percy watched the two, frowning.

“What?”

“Reyna was right. Jason really does look like the All American boy, and you look like the person who’ll rob him at gunpoint.”

Thalia let out a laugh. “I do not!”

“Do too.” Annabeth grumbled, half smiling.

The hunters made themselves at home, chatting up with roman girls, offering places in the hunt.

“You look tired.” Percy noted when Jason and Annabeth walked off. Thalia pierced her lips.

“No I do not.”

Percy scanned her features. His eyes were colder, much colder. But they had a small spark in them.

“You’re right, you look like you might be in love.”

Thalia choked. “What gives you that idea?!”

Percy nodded in Zoë’s direction. “You have that puppy look Annabeth told me I had.”

“Hunters don’t fall in love, Percy.”

“Sure they do.” He stated. “It’s just a matter of taking that risk for a second chance.”

Thalia looked at Aegis, the silver bracelet on her wrist.

“I swore off love, so did Zoë. What if she doesn’t like me back?”

Percy watched the hunter with a blank face.

“Ask Drew.” He stated. “She’ll be able to tell you. I can’t though, I’m not that skilled.

Thalia bit her lip. Then she walked over to a group of Aphrodite children, leaving Percy alone by cabin 1.

They noticed her, falling silent as she approached.

“I need to talk to Drew. Alone.”

The girls half glared at her, but left until there was only a girl with pink lined eyes and sleek black hair.

“What do you want, hunter?”

Thalia cleared her throat uncomfortably. “I... need to know who Zoë is in love with?”

Drew’s eyebrows knitted together. “Why?”

Thalia bit her lip. This seemed so much harder, but Percy was right. She did like Zoë, more than a hunter should.

“Oh my gods, you have a crush?” Drew whispered, suddenly excited. Thalia shushed her, eyes wide. “Okay geez, sorry. I need to get closer to her.”

Thalia sighed, then beckoned the love child to follow her. Zoë noticed Thalia approaching her and decided to meet her halfway.

“Thalia,” Zoë started, “I need to-”

“Oh my gods, so cute!” Drew squealed. The entire camp went silent. “Um... oops... I’ll just leave-”

“Wait, what is going on?” Zoë demanded. Drew held up her hands and backed away, doe brown eyes wide and innocent.

“Zoë, I have come to realize that I like you more than a friend...” Thalia’s voice was hoarse. Everyone’s eyes were on her now, spotlighted and critical.

Zoë’s mouth dropped a little when she noticed what Thalia meant.

“You... love me?” She whispered.

Thalia nodded. “I know hunters can’t do-”

Zoë engulfed her in a hug. “Oh gods of Olympus, I love you too!”

Thalia stumbled back a little, then smiled brightly. When the two parted from the hug, she noticed the child goddess standing in front of cabin 8.

“M’lady.” Thalia held up here hands. “I can explain.”

“You do not need to.” Artemis walked towards the two. “Neither of you do.”

Zoë bowed her head a little. Campers gathered around, curious.

“You can not stay within my hunt, romance is something that is notorious for being incompatible with partial immortality. I do not wish to see my two favourite hunters suffer from heartbreak due to dying in combat. Upon your wish, I shall release you both.”

Thalia thought for a moment. She told herself for years that she will never turn 16. But now she was given that chance, and to grow old with a girl she loved.

“I accept.” Zoë stated. Thalia’s heart fluttered, and she made up her mind.

“I accept as well.”

In a flash of gold light, she felt the immortality slip away from her. Zoë grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Of all the people, I never thought my rival from ages ago would have been the reason I left the hunt.” Zoë smiled. “But I would not have it any other way.”

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