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SOUR CHERRY

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, your mine."

Main Pairing ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Depressing Themes, Failure, Anger, Anxiety, Zeus, Kronos, Mommy Issues, and Mentions of Death.

Spoilers ~ A Ton!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 7k Words. (Word Vomit, im Sorry)

Chp Summary ~ Luke is usually very persuasive, but God's are not reasonable; especially Zeus. Between Luke's overbearing savior complex, Zeus's extreme God complex, Apollo's emotional outburst, Chirons' disappointment, and a mysterious man tempting her to burn Olympus to the ground; Nisha is overwhelmed. She wants to go home, and Mother Oizys makes sure that happens.

Chp 3 ~ Diverging Pathways of Fate.

Oizys infiltrated Nisha's dreams every night since she could remember. With the comforting scent of freshly cut ginger, lavender sprigs, and bitter dark chocolate pieces; the primordial Goddess would sit on a dark cloud of shimmering mist and paint the stars in the sky upon a blank canvas.

The girl was satisfied with their routine before she matured. For years, she wouldn't question the quiet woman who constantly had blue-black tears of Styx's river pooling around her waterline.

Nisha only made comments about her day and the woman would listen vigilantly, turning her cheek to show her active attention to her child. Nisha could see how her hand would pause mid movement, and one of her eyes was visible as she showed the side of her face. Her mothers eyes glowed a dark gold and shimmered like stygian iron.

She didn't know her mothers name at the time, but she was quite content with watching the strokes of a paintbrush delicately stain a canvas every night. All the child knew was that the woman in her dreams was her mother, and her mother was a safe person.

Nisha being an exception to Olympus' strict rules, on behalf of their ever-so-great generosity, meant knowing a lot of Demi-Gods.

When Nisha turned nine, she asked Chiron why so many shrouds were burned each year. She received a day of distracting activities after that. That night, after attending her ninth Winter Solstice in a row as a member of Hermes cabin, she finally gathered the courage to ask her mother questions that itched at her childish brain.

One was about the strange scents of different people she came across at camp. The second was what type of Goddess her mother was.

Fresh scents wafting from someone's pores meant failure. They appealed to Nisha as she was supposed to thrive off of misery; however, she was never as taunted by a scent as she was in Olympus on her eighteenth Winter Solstice.

Campers smelled delectable while they were first recruited or failed a mission. Having a permanent residence in Hermes Cabin made the temptation to either absorb mentally painful emotions or make them fester was excruciating.

But none like on Olympus.

Her mother told her the truth of who she was when she asked. Oizys wasn't ashamed of what she was or who she was despite appearing depressed the majority of the time people saw her. The Goddess even showed her child how to use her abilities.

Oizys was born to fail, and by proxy, Nisha was subgrouped with her sullen mother. Nisha wasn't supposed to smell her own strawberry scent, let alone a sweet aroma clinging to the fruit like melting sugar.

Oizys always smelled like fresh ginger; even in the almost rare instances when she accomplished a task for Nyx or saw her only daughter.

All Gods and Goddesses had a sweet smell blended into the natural aroma of their skins scent. Oizys was one of the few Goddesses, and probably the only Primordial Goddess, that smelled newly fresh instead of steeped sweet.

Oizys only smelled sweet when she was inflicting harm on living things alike. With jarring mental abuses inflicted onto the soul, she was among the most powerful God's in ability alone.

Most God's smell drool worthy because of glory that was etched into their marble skin from birth. Demi-Gods had to earn that smell. They had to earn kleos with sacrifices and heroic deeds that got themselves killed in the name of glory.

Oizys had one of the most overwhelming known glory stories and sensible kleos to other Gods, despite not being well known. Misery was unavoidable. It clung to Nisha's skin like the air surrounding her, and she knew she had to accept that.

She did not accept inflicting mental harm onto others, especially those who didn't deserve it. She could feed from the fleeting feelings of mortals or the dreadfully passionate emotions of Gods or Demi-Gods. It made her strong, but watching others fall in despair would not fulfill her like it did her mother.

Figuring out her own kleos was basically unobtainable unless she hurt others cut deeper than any wound inflicted and hurt more than a stygian swords knick. That finalized Nisha's feelings of her Godly parents' status.

Oizys was not a good parent for even having a child that was doomed to fail. Nisha was not a good daughter for disregarding the nuances of their relationship for temporary ignorant bliss. They both were two in the same, practical mirrors of each other with different pathways carved out for them.

Nobody was able to see the swirling wisps of darkness shimmering between Nisha's fingers. It shone like the night sky meeting a purple nebula; a dark beauty made from the clash of light against the deadly shade of her mother's mystified being.

Luke's long fingers made their way to cup the back of her neck. The Hermes counselor pressed down on a soft spot of her nape with his index finger, and her head hung down immediately.

The teen girl's once laid back and nonchalant stance stiffened into one of forced obedience. Her head dropped like an imaginary rope holding her head high snapped. She suppressed an irritated scoff as Luke squoze her sensitive neck gently in warning.

Nisha watched the man do this trick plenty of times on numerous kids in his cabin, especially Connor and Travis Stoll. The teenager was quite persuasive when it came to negotiating punishment or consequences, but Olympus wasn't Camp Half-Blood.

The God's were not reasonable; especially Zeus.

The stygian iron nameplate necklace she received as a child dangled around her collarbones and started to heat around her neck. Luke ignored the gentle hiss of the black gold colored jewelry, and began to speak with not a hint of a tremble in his voice.

Nisha could practically hear the gulp of saliva that was Lucas swallowing something bitter like a lemon, but it was just his unsaid words. It was his pride.

“King Zeus,” He started. His nose scrunched from where he was bowed and his chin swayed to the side in anger. An acrid smell of rotted cherries wafted from his skin and the teen girl mourned his damaged dignity for him.

The counselor continued after a moment of gathering his thoughts. Nisha glanced her amber eyes upwards to peek at Zeus, who did not budge or react to Lukes pitiful attempts at salvation.

The God's were not forgiving; especially Zeus.

“I can assure you, It is impossible that Nisha is one of your children. She is an exceptional camper, but no child of The Big Three.” Nisha could tell that Luke was speaking off of the experience of knowing a child of Zeus.

Thalia was like a whirlwind, Demi-Gods said. Nisha didn't socialize much with her fellow campers, especially in recent years, but she did listen to the Aphrodite cabins daily gossip exchange.

The child of Zeus was brave, kind, and courageous. She died with the sweet glory that every Demi-Gods who sucked up to their parents legacy dreamed for: kleos.

Once you got swept up in her hurricane, you weren't ever going to be the same.

Nisha had never formally met Thalia, just sat against her protective tree at night and breathed in the scent of artificial pine wood, sticky sap, wet soil, and almost scentless kiwi. It was strange to be able to smell that Thalia was in a state between life and death, suffering and Elysium.

Most campers practically worshiped her as their idol, and Nisha swore she would never gain kleos if it meant having children idolize her for dying for a useless cause. Especially considering her kleos would most likely bring suffering to those around her.

The God's only cared about glory; especially Zeus.

The man didn't say anything as Luke droned on his argument on her behalf. He just stood and stared at her with his thick arms linked behind his back in expectancy. His electric eyes cut into her own like lightning striking soil on a stormy eve; he anticipated the moment she would start apologizing or confess her atrocities.

Nisha attempted to contain her giggles of amusement into her hand. Pressing the back of her fingers to her plush lips to contain the escaping snickers.

The Gods disliked disobedience; especially Zeus.

Blue orbs lit up with a translucent azure glow that reflected bolts of unforgiving, electric fury.

Luke's hand clamped around her neck tightly, attempting to push her down into a sloppy bow. She pushed against his strong hand, forcing the weight of her entire body up and forward to shake his grip slightly.

A scowl was ticked upon his face and he huffed with a growl bass rumbling out his mouth. “I'm helping you,” he whispered. Dark raven curls fell in his glaring obsidian eyes as he lowered his head own to speak to her.

The muscle in his strong arms bulged as anger thumped hard in his hot natured blood. His fists curled tight against his sides and shook as he clenched them tightly, veins of powder blue straining, and skin staining a reddish pink of fury.

Tart cherry juice and dead willows filled the air around the pair; frustration from his heart and anger in his soul. Luke Castellan smelled like a boy throwing a temper tantrum because she didn't listen, he also smelled like scattered ash.

Nisha's amber-brown eyes squinted slightly with a scrunch in the middle of her forehead. Luke didn't smell like ash naturally, he never had before, and Nisha could tell that scent was not his.

The scrambled voice of a man lingered in her memory. That was not darkness stemming from her peculiar abilities speaking; it was someone, not something. It was a person, not an idea figment from her mind.

Shadows and dark mist spoke ideas and suggestions; not temptations.

Nisha covered his shaking hand with one of her own calm tawny ones. Luke's eye's threw geode splitters into her body as he soaked up her shorter form while glaring. His hand attempted to wrap around her wrist with force, and Nisha dug a plum colored acrylic into his rouged skin.

The shimmer of a dark galaxy started to crawl up the teens skin, making a shiver wreck through his body and goose bumps raise on his toned arms.

Nisha tilted her head towards the God who looked at the pair with a raised eyebrow. Immediately, she lifted her fingers off his loosening fist and let go of his hand.

Anger dissipated and ran hot in her own veins but she controlled it like a woman with poise; not a reeling man.

“You're being pitiful,” She stated to the Hermes cabin counselor. He stared at her with cooling coal orbs, wrath simmering in his body and morphing into numbness. Inhaling his scent of bitter peanuts and unblossomed cherry trees, she knew the comment must've hurt his feelings consciously but he couldn't react.

Taking in a deep breath of the intoxicating scent he possessed, she trapped his neutral smell in her lungs. Compared to the pungent scents of the Gods and centaur he could've been her own personal perfume.

He almost smelled hurt, and she almost cared; maybe she would've if it weren't for her mother's looming presence and Zeus's impending storm.

Pink lips started to rough over chapped in the humid room; she took a breath from her mouth and kept her nose plugged to the smells of destruction.

What was one supposed to say to the God of all God's, when that God thinks you've stolen his instrument of war? Even worse, what were you supposed to do when he claimed to be your father? It was a double conundrum of assumption; all just because she didn't parade around singing praises of Oizys.

Nisha knew that claiming Oizys to be her mother, openly, would cause mass hysteria. A primordial goddess of the original Cosmos and Chaos having a child with a human was unheard of.

Zeus’ brows scrunched together with anger at her lack of acknowledgement. He didn't even seem to acknowledge Luke's attempts of persuasion.

Nisha thought Luke should've kept his mouth shut. She was appreciative of his advancements to come to her aid, however, one couldn't sway a God. The pair barely even knew each other, but it felt like in the short span of fifteen minutes something had clicked when she used her powers on him.

Something was off, and she mentally pointed out the issue stemming from the smell of bergamot, alcohol, ginger, strawberries, and ash. Whoever was attempting to contact the pair were relentless with their actions; they were being as bold to try and whisper atrocities into her ear in the presence God's.

Tawny brown hands came up to excuse herself as she covered her grin of amusement and mild disbelief. She didn't want to accept that after years of remaining out of trouble from the God's, she was at the epicenter of a large plot point in Olympic history.

The girl defensively answered the God's prior assumption, sobering her laugh. “Okay, it would make sense if it truly was me,” she commended the man for his unfortunately wrong assumption.

Nisha would've rather had his assumption be correct and be struck down with lightning, than him be incorrect and haunt her til the end of her days.

The God's held grudges, especially when they were incorrect or put to shame; that of course, especially applied to Zeus.

Before Zeus could grow smug and actually attempt to strike her down with lightning, Nisha took a few steps forward. Fog white crackled between the Gods' thick hands, bolts of a million volts of lightning threatened to bounce around the Olympus hall.

Holding her slender hands up in surrender, she bowed her head obediently before the God could punish her. Disgust bit at her lip with a scowl as she spat out, “But I am not your kid. I have no motive to steal your master bolt,”

Apollo's shoes made light footfalls against the floors until they were directly in her sight from where she bowed. His expensive brown loafers were paired with cream socks that matched his sweater, she stared down at them unblinking, contemplating her next move.

A slender finger lifted her chin to meet his diamond blue eyes that had flecks of gold floating around inside of them. The immortal showed a sign of not being a perfect marble statue as his thick bottom lip was drawn down into a frown. His unusually sad expression had Nisha wondering where the coat of gold that usually encompassed the God had faded to.

And was it her mother or herself, unknowingly, that stole his light aura.

Apollo looked sullen. It was as if the moon had clouded his sun during an eclipse, or his favorite bow had snapped. His long fingers rubbed against her jaw bone gently as if he was caressing fine china. After a moment of his mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, he pulled away abruptly as if he'd been stung by her.

Nisha blinked with surprise, Luke's hand rested at her shoulder with a loose grip that caught her attention. She huffed, agitated. She wanted to be released from the prison that was Olympus and disappear into a flurry of darkness.

Apollos adam's apple bobbed, and a shiver wrecked through him as he spoke. “There hasn't been a Demi-God of Zeus in years Father,” Apollo advocates, locs of white-gold spiraled in tendrils across his shoulders and into his face once more.

Eyes of lightning scrunched with disappointment, Zeus's presence was intimidating as he was oddly silent.

Apollo was Zeus’ strongest, most formidable child. Everyone knew that fact, but they also knew the tension that built between the two over the years. The father-son duo were practically waiting on the edge of their seats to be able to take blows at each other.

Zeus was a horrible man, an even worse father, and Apollo was his favorite son. They fought with each other so harshly that wars broke out amongst the human realm.

“Only a child of The Three is capable of such a tragedy, you are lucky I do not strip you of your Godly status where you stand,” Sneered the dark skinned man. His hands crackled with lightning and threatened to strike the three others in the room as his patience dwindled.

Apollo sarcastically smiles with eyes of wet diamonds, liquid gold droplets glossing over them. “It would not be the first time,” He scowled, taking a step forward.

The ground shakes with a bolt of lightning outside of the Olympus office cracking a window. Luster shines throughout the room making Nisha's brown orbs dilate to accommodate the shine.

“And yet, your foolishness still remains after all this time,” Zeus condescendingly quipped. With a storm raging in his eyes and a snarl catching on his lip, Zeus was beyond upset in his faux safe haven of Olympus. His hand mades a swipe gesture that covers the room in a flash of light, a crackle of thunder booming from the immortal man's body.

Zeus was not a coward; he was going to attempt to kill his son of the sun because he would never back away from the challenge of another man. Nisha knew that his anger did not only extend to Apollo, but herself; his supposed Demi-God daughter, a thief.

Nisha's amber eyes wided and a gasp caught in the back of her throat as she prepared to welcome searing pain.

Apollo shielded her body with his own muscular form, his arms quickly locked around her shoulders as a bright light emerged from his body. Both the illuminance from a crackling storm and the flaming sun blinded burnt Nisha's irises.

She looked away, screwing her eyes closed and tucking her face into the knitted cream sweater Apollo adorned.

Sweet red currants and spicy flowers she couldn't put her finger on, overwhelmed the air around him. His body's glow radiated a warmth of the sun's gentle gaze on her skin and clashed against the zapping bolts of the storm god.

Apollo definitely wasn't scared or frightened; the archer was content. His embrace almost felt like the opening doors to the ascension of Elysium.

If there was one thing that all people knew on Olympus about Apollo, it was that the sun always came back. His shine would never die no matter how many times you attempted to dim it.

However, Apollo truly smelled content with fighting the storm God. His contentment was one of fruity embrace, awaiting the next step beyond God hood; not rotted acceptance that he would have to fight his father.

The only thing that could dim the sun was itself. After it exhausts its nuclear fuel, it will shrink down to a regular small star and create a supernova of elements before reassembling thousands of years later. Nisha figured that's what this performance was. Apollo was usually always theatric. However, in the moment, it felt like he burned all the energy he could've given his father.

Apollo chanted something in Greek that got lost in a wail that escaped Lukes mouth. “Dont!” He screamed before being blown back by a blast of heat.

The God's were selfish; especially Apollo.

His warmth was like the sweet kiss of unexpected death that made her heart pound furiously, and eyes snap shut with panic. He would come back to life totally whole because he was immortal; and she was set to die, stuck in the middle of a feud between two God's, and accused of being a thief.

The stygian iron and imperial gold necklace with her name on it started to burn at her chest satisfyingly. It tickled her brown skin and made a loud hissing noise similar to a boiling kettle rattling across her collarbones.

Zeus let out a cry of war, and lightning crack from above them. Apollo grunted, bearing down on his teeth so hard that Nisha heard a crack from his molars like it was stone being broken. She dug her face deeper into the man's neck, where she found no fuel for sadness or despair in his pulse point.

There no was no fear or misery.

No kleos for her own tongue, nothing to retaliate against the storm God with. Just the smell of candied mandarins, sweet cut-up red currants, and ginseng. The sun God was borderline excited, and Nisha detested the feeling of uselessness that washed over her body like a cold wave against hot sand.

Her brain practically hissed, creating steam of frustration and anger burning in her irises.

If Apollo and Zeus were truly fighting with all their might, Apollo would've used his Golden Bow and Zeus would've used any ability he possessed ending in the word ‘kinesis’. The fight was restrained but not because of the two Demi-Gods present.

If anything, Nisha would just be sad collateral, and the human world would perhaps forge another war. Olympus would still reign superior as every other living thing suffered the pair's consequences.

Nisha just wanted to walk out of Olympus without burning it to the ground.

She scorned the God's unlike a hero, but she knew their importance like any other Demi-God. The fall of Olympus would not be on her hands; she wouldn't be stained with the fault of ruining balance she wasn't prepared to fix.

Nisha knew one day she would die with the sins of causing others a miserable life. She knew and walked with a stride of concealed confidence because it was perhaps shameful to embrace but important to know. She might not walk out of the hellfire that was Olympus, but she wasn't willing to die there without a fight.

“Miserys are unavoidable,” her mother whispered once more. She sounded closer than before and just a stretch away. The teen girl pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes as she groaned in increasing pain.

Chirons' hooves clicked against the marble floors. Olympus shook furiously as the centaur yelled in ancient Greek to the man, whose face illuminated with the glow of his stormy nature.

“Enough Brother! You have gone too far!” Chiron attempted to reason with the man, daring to pull at one of the man's hands with a strong force. Luke scrambled off of the floor with a grunt, clutching his side from the impact on one of the white stone pillars that circled the enclosed room.

Apollo's nose flared like an angry bull. He watched as the man he raised met resistance from his father. Nisha could feel warm heat huff against the crown of her head as the man stood with her gathered in his arms like she was one of the Muses.

He did not plan on letting her go, if anything he just held her tighter. Like a provoked bull, the externally youthful God roared in protest as Chiron was wrestled backwards harshly.

The brown haired centaur was skilled with training from the sun God himself; raised by the man to train heroes and guide them to kleos. He did not go down easily as he pushed against Zeus's thunderous hand on his hind legs.

“Too far?!” Apollo roared with the heat of the sun's core. Burning light beamed at Zeus's feat and shielded the half horse man. Another huff pushed from his pouty pink lips, and he yanked blonde shoulder-length locs out of his glaring blue eyes. They were as tough as diamonds and shining like a dreary cyan sky.

For once, they mirrored the selfish vexation that his father had.

“My child, my Chiron,” he called after the centaur in english. Chiron faced the man he called his father with dreary eyes of disappointment. Nisha held her breath at the sheer expression of loss on the camp activities director face.

“What is too far, for a man who struck down his own grandson?!” Apollo shouted in ancient greek. Anger and glee burned at his fingertips. The sun God knew he was too far gone in the argument, and that these last moments were the end of his immortal life until he was reformed.

Nisha wished they would just finish their fighting already and Apollo would die without her wrapped around him. They weren't even fully immersed in their powers, the fight would probably barely be a footnote in the history chapter of Zeus's stolen master bolt.

Freshly picked mandarins, rotting red currants and soured ginseng mixed with hints of an aromatic flower. It was a sweet smell that threw off her nose and instinct. It was so unlike Luke's who enamored her; Apollo's invigorated her.

He was greatness in the eyes of failure, and it slipped right on her tongue perfectly as she made his feelings fester.

“My kind son, my Asclepius!” he yelled, a broken whine stuck at the back of his throat. His child had long been resurrected after being slain by Zeus.

Nisha could only question what set the God off to want to collapse the sun in an explosion of hot white anger instead of helium and hydrogen. Her eyes fluttered open, oozing violet smoke with matching iries of blooming purple flowers as she felt around his misery.

Purple flowers.

Nisha was taken back to how Apollo stared back at her features again with a flat look of concealed anguish torn across his perfect face. He looked like his stare alone would have ripped her apart if he didn't cradle her upper body like it was made of stained glass. In the span of minutes, she was used by a God with selfish intentions, and handled like the most delicate of feathers.

Apollo gave her a light squeeze around her shoulder as his body's glow deflected a string of lightning.

Hyacinths.

Nisha smelled hyacinth bulbs in full bloom, with a robust and spicy scent unlike any other. Her eyes fluttered closed in realization as she grew the immortal man's misery tenfold. She'd never done it on a God and disliked doing it to humans, but meddling with his emotions felt like biting into forbidden fruit.

Both horrible and tantalizing.

She turned her head back to stare straight at Luke, who clutched something impossibly tight in hand while leaning against the pillar he was thrown into. His nose was scrunched with anger radiating off of him in waves of sour cherry.

Failure crawled around every surface of the universe; misery stared people back in the mirror when they saw their reflections. Nisha was victorious without the need of kleos.

Everything she needed to bring down Olympus was right in front of her.

“Watch them fall! You are inevitable!” something boomed in front of her. The distorted voice was not of thunder, and it made her flinch into the form of Apollo.

She sagged against the sun God's chest as Zeus snarled, “You disappoint me,” to his son. Apollo blinked away his golden tears and continued to snark.

“Finish the fucking job you miserable cunt!” Apollo roared with a grin of glory stretching across his face. Nisha thought that was her final moment alive. That she would be consumed by the affairs of men and be exactly who she was meant to be.

An utter failure.

A loud crack of thunder snapped above the pair.

Nisha didn't want to be responsible for splitting open the cracking ravine that was Olympian political affairs. Especially those that include Zeus' status amongst protests and coups.

However, she would not welcome death from a hand that swatted at her like a fly.

Death would come on her terms; failure, misery, and kleos aside. In death, that was the one thing she was able to grasp by both hands fully; as in life, her grip constantly slipped.

Her grip on life loosened for just one second, and she could feel herself fall from where she worked hard to steadily stand with control.

Darkness misted from around Nisha's fingertips, sparkling like dark stars in the deep depths of the cosmos. Her eyes clouded over with the color of amethyst gems cracking in her irises, and glossy black slowly dotted at the white of her sclera. Purple slipped between the dark haze around her fingers like thick crystal shards; all sides smooth and ends pointy.

Apollo hesitantly jerked himself away from the girl, removing his locked arms as her necklace began to crackle with swirls of black curled sparks. He skidded back to a step in front of Zeus, who curled his hand forward in an attempt to strike him down.

The entirety of Olympus shook. Quakes harsher than Zeus' thunderous lightning rumbled the sky, greeted the Greek God's territory. The shaking came from the ground of Earth and vibrated in waves up to the sky of the 600th floor of the Empire State.

Zeus attempted to strike Nisha from three different sides. He thought he could overwhelm her with his advanced powers, and assumed the quaking was coming from her. Without Apollos' pity protection, she was easily vulnerable.

The sun God quickly pulled Chiron away from his angered father, and towards Luke near the elevator of the supposed safe haven. “Nisha!” yelled Luke who was held back by Apollo's Godly strength with ease.

The black iron and gold nameplate broke around the clasp as he yelled. It tumbled to the floor and began to spew out dark smog, and white silver flickers of sparked fire.

Zeus’ lightning made her see stars that were not there, although it didn't kill her surprisingly. Her head swam with pounding pain as Luke cried out to her once more. “Shut up,” she hissed, voice warping into a gravelly groan.

Someone cackled in her ear darkly, “Rise! Resurrect me!” It cried with a triumphant tone of arrogance. Nisha's body convulsed, shaking with lightning aftershock that had her teeth bite the flesh of her lip until it bled.

“Kill him! Kill them!” It tempted her. Her chest heaved as she rolled on her side, slapping her palms on her ears and screaming, “Shut the fuck up!” with a bass she didn't know she possessed.

Nisha didn't want to be her mother, who was notorious for having a breakdown in the middle of the hall of Olympus, and encouraged one of the world's first war's after Pandora's Pithos was opened.

Everything smelled like a buffet of her favorite foods being laid out in front of her. All the ambrosia in the world couldn't compare to the aroma that circled the room between two Gods, a centaur, and a Demi-God.

Lucas Castellan made her senses go haywire. He took a step forward, and it was like her world was held together by a thin string that could only be broken by his lack of presence.

She couldn't stop as a wave of disappointment and sadness enveloped everyone in the room. For a moment everything stopped. All the thoughts that constantly fought in her head were quiet. All the pain from restraining her power and making others miserable or feeding off their pathetic emotions stopped. It was just quiet.

If that was what glory felt like, smelled liked, and tasted like, not for the Gods but for herself; she thought she'd never want it.

She yearned for it even more than a God fought to keep their immortality. She savored the taste of chocolate covered strawberries, sticky marshmallows and heady jasmine flowers.

But she couldn't stomach the fact that misery stemmed from her being and affected other's. She would accept it and its power, but that is not how she wanted to be remembered.

“Nisha – ” Luke cut his sentence off sharply with a ragged gasp. “Get the fuck away from her!” He yelled, the harsh words falling on deaf ears.

A mist of a hand curled around her camp shirt and grasped her shoulder tightly. “Miserys are unavoidable,” her mother started, but the gentle words came out reprimanding for once.

A sad tone laced her voice which was usual for her mother who was usually melancholy. Tan sepia skin materialized from black smoke and dark ash that swirled around her body moments ago.

The child of Oizys couldn't hear the flurry of voices calling out to her, only a white noise buzz swimming in her head, as if she'd slammed her head into a rock. Technically, Zeus did when he electrocuted her and she collapsed.

Tranquility washed over Nisha with control forcing its way into her hands. She took a deep breath and smelled nothing but clean oxygen. Amber-brown eyes returned, and they snapped back into focus from a temporary haze.

Oizys took the form of a beautiful woman adorning all the finest riches in the world, to compensate for her external despair. She wore a long dress made of onyx silk that flowed around her form with elegance that only rivaled Aphrodite. The garment had cut outs around her shoulders, but was long sleeved with gold sewn into the top half of the dress. Intricate patterns that looked like regal spider webs were encrusted into thin plates of imperial gold that matched the back of Nisha's nameplate.

Her mother wore a crown that was webbed with celestial bronze, and the material even was incorporated into the dress. Mesh guards around the cuffs of her sleeves and tips of her long dark nails were made of the ore.

One might say that Oizys looked like Nisha just with smaller almond shaped eyes and an eternal empty gaze that caused others to shiver. She looked like she possessed no soul, and what was left of it was standing right infront of her.

Black tears of stygian iron welled up in her eyes and glowed like water from the river styx. Nisha turned her body to look back where the elevator door was placed on Mount Olympus, and another zap of residual electricity made her shake.

Luke had taken several steps away, and his back was pressed to the side of the elevator as he looked at Nisha. His body was held back by Apollo who was not better than him with a sword, but outmatched his strength infinitely.

Luke was screaming, his forehead popping a red vein as his thick lips spewed words he couldn't hear. Chiron rounded to block Luke's view of her and vice versa to the teen girl. The older centaurs white-silver horse haired body turned as he moved his cheek to look at her.

Chiron and Luke both had looks of sadness in their eyes that matched her Mother's bitter gaze. A mist covered the pair as they spoke, only allowing Nisha to follow the figures of the three outside her Mother.

“I would say that I am proud, my child,” her mother's voice was like a warm sigh in a bitter ice wind. She spoke breathily in her mother tongue of ancient Greek and placed her iceberg hands on her child's hot cheeks.

Oizys smiled, smoothing her ring-covered knuckles over the slope of her childs brow. Nisha noticed how her Mother had a beauty mark beneath her lip making her seem even more ethereal. She commented once as a child that she bore the same beauty mark on the side of her jawbone.

Oizys pride was unshakeable at that moment. “You're born from me. Miseries are unavoidable,” The child's small grin faded into neutrality at the words.

The dark mist around them shimmered a translucent color for her to watch Apollo and Zeus screaming at each other with Luke cornered by Chirons large body. He looked desperate, seething, and probably stunk of sour cherries left out to shrivel.

“What does that look like to you?” Oizys asked in the common tongue of English. Her dark eyes looked like stygian iron ore in its purest form in the underworld. A grin of smug glee tore at her sullen face as her eyes glowed midnight blue.

Nisha couldn't find joy in their suffering with control restored in her. The lack of Luke's scent made her head go blank, but she craved it all the more. She shook her head at the weird thought.

Zeus's teak skin looked like it would finally start aging poorly and Apollo gripped his hair with such a tightness she thought he would rip his carefully crafted locs out.

Chrion’s disappointment was far, few, and in between to see, but for the first time Nisha saw it crinkling at his long face. She knew she didn't want whatever smell it had to infiltrate her nose ever. The centaur looked besides himself as his brother and surrogate father swore each other to the deep depths of tartarus and back.

“Pain…suffering. Sadness.” Nisha said, going slack jawed. She had no energy to clench her jaw in anger or just sheer dumbfoundment.

She avoided claiming misery to make her own life easier, she avoided claiming misery to make sure those around her weren't miserable; yet all she did was fail. She watched as the two Olympians argued senselessly and Chiron barred himself between them for good measure.

Tears flowed onto Oizys tan cheeks like poison, making Nisha choke on guilt and resentment. Her mother smelt sweet for once, her smell usually was concealed when in her child's presence, but leaking the essence of greatness on the Solstice.

The child glared at her mother with a scornful scowl. “Did you make him even more sad?” Nisha asked plainly, referring to the circle of emotions Apollo cycled through previously.

“Yes,” Oizys answered honestly. “The distraction of Apollo's outburst was necessary,” She nodded with resolution smoothing in her eyes. The influence of frustration and sadness lingering in Apollo's soul diverted the attention from Nisha to him.

Zeus was arrogant and vain, he would be angry at his child quicker than he would be at a theft.

Nisha's nimble fingers toyed with the ends of her braid as she casted her gaze to the mist-covered floor. “Sadness, you said?” Oizys asked once more, running her palm over the slicked back hair of her child.

Nisha's head bobbed in agreement. Oizys hummed, “Good.” The teen girl's eyes peered through her dark lashes to look at her mothers firm nod of approval.

She grimaced as her mother smirked. “That means you'll never be me then,” She claimed proudly. Nishas eyes squinted with anger attempting to surge in her veins only to be quelled by her mother's calm shushing.

Nisha turned her head away from her mother who breathed in deeply and huffed a defeated laugh. “I do feel bad,” she started without an ounce of remorse.

“But all I see is power,” She strongly emphasized with a grin. “This is my strength, it is yours as well, to an extent.” She stated, smoothing her hands down her silky dress that draped the pristine floor.

Darkness completely blinded Nisha's view of Olympus, and she only caught a glimpse of Zeus who was paralyzed in fear. He looked like he was about to be slain where he stood and Nisha could feel her breath hitch before shadows swallowed the land of the mighty Olympians whole.

“Miseries are unavoidable.” Nisha nodded, repeating the words in the ancient tongue of God's to herself like a broken record.

Oizys grabbed her child by both her shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze. Then she grabbed both sides of the teen girl's face. Stygian ice mountains must've been the Mother's favorite location in Tartarus, as her cold hands froze her entire body with warning.

“They are. Misery is something for you to harness, to understand, to accept.” Oizys started with a look of urgency in her black-blue eyes. She looked like if Nisha didn't get the next part through her head, she would be doomed.

“But it isn't something you must cause,” she stressed. Her face was covered in the essence of misery, tears of the fallen and glory of the failed. For once Oizys looked like a scared mother; someone to look up to for guidance and assistance rather than a sore that never healed on Nisha's side.

Nisha truly tried to like her mother, but she could only find love for her in her heart. She knew who her mother was, and she knew the woman was doing what she was fated to.

But there was something about how she was so caught in a loop of failure and disappointment as glory that made Nisha resent her. She could never like her mother in truth.

Nisha smiled at her mother with a quivering lip. Oizys was a good mother, despite not believing that sentiment. In retrospect, she was a horrible person, but she was compelled to do what felt right to her; they were too different people.

Nisha was her only child and her only daughter, she loved her fiercely regardless.

“You are you,” she proudly stressed with a slightly frustrated hiss. “Be who you want to be. I may not be who you wanted as a mother, but you can still choose who you want to be as a child,” She told her girl child.

Nisha slumped into her mother's stomach, the woman an entire foot taller than her. Oizys bone skinny fingers clasped the stygian iron necklace back around her neck, and her fingers found their way to petting at the baby hairs on her only child's nape.

“ Breathe… ” Oizys said into the shell of her ear. Her skin erupted with the calming smell of sweet ginger milk, warmed lavender oil, and chocolate chunk brownies.

Nisha did, hoping to take another inhale of her mother's scent, only to pinpoint the scent of cherry fields and strawberry jam.

She gasped, the smell filling her mouth and making her drowsy. She hoped to taste a nectar so sweet that stemed from the smell of a boy with a scar running down his cheek, only to catch herself in realization.

Nisha could feel her eyelids drooping like heavy Victorian curtains against her wide eyes. “ No…I can't sleep, they'll kill me,” she slurred ancient Greek.

Zeus was not one to be trifled with; he would kill her once he got his hands on her.

Oizys used a classic trick only herself and Hypnos were capable of producing. The primodial Goddess was able to change her own scent to cause a cognitive distortion to Nisha's nervous system. Hypnos was able to doze all with a wave of his hand, but Oizys had learned a way around the trick from her younger sibling.

Nisha actually falling for such simple trickery was laughable. Especially considering how many times her mother performed it on her. However, her mother's scent never changed to that of Lucas Castellan's. She frowned, her face sour with confusion.

Oizys hummed and traced her middle finger down the bridge of her child's nose before sweeping at the hairline of her daughter. “They will not touch you,” She affirmed to the child.

Nisha's head was fading blank again, no thoughts or feelings to latch onto for a spark of energy. She puffed another breath of Luke's scent combined with the taste of contentment.

Contentment was new for Nisha to feel or taste herself, she could always pinpoint the scent on others though. She hummed in disagreement at her mother as she swallowed thickly; attempting to ignore the taste of sugary pastries and willows. Her head lulled forward, burrowing into her mother's midriff as her amber eyes fluttered closed.

“Let me be your mother. Just this once,” the woman pleaded. Nisha felt like she was floating on her mother's shimmering cloud of mist as she nodded subconsciously.

Oizys may have been a book very true to her cover; she was sad, miserable, and deceitful, but she had the smallest ending note tucked inside the last page for Nisha. A small love note at the end of a book in dedication to protect her only child.

As Nisha's body went limp against her mothers form, the woman conjured a cloud of shadows from the tips of her fingers to lift her child. The dark mist carried the teen girl as she slept, a worried scrunch crinkling between her brows. Oizys smoothed out the worried line with her thumb, and whispered, “Let me protect you, just this once.”

More dark tears slid down the woman's face in perfect lines of agony. They were not tears of concealed joy from stealing people's happiness or causing mental harm to others. They were not from the power she could aquire in the room full of Olympians, who were inferior to her power, but mighty with worshipers.

She shed tears of worry.

Worry for her child, and worry for her childs livelihood. She was worried because Nisha could turn out like herself, feeding off of failure, and being miserable with power no matter how good that destruction felt, smelt, or tasted.

Oizys was worried that she had failed the one thing that was a true success in her sorrowful life.

Nisha was born from failure, Oizys was created to fail. They both had their fates, but neither were the same by a long shot.

Oizys knew Nisha would make sure of that fact; simply because she knew her child loathed to be like her, but accepted a sham for a fate she was not destined to follow.

Success was the child of failure in every sense. Both were a step away from eachother but so similar.

Oizys cried because she could only have hope in a world where there was none. Oizys could only hope that her child would fulfill a fate that left her content for once, instead of constantly greedy for more power like herself.

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Chapter 8 is out!

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ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Life sucks when you're a child of the Olympian gods, and it sucks even more when you're a side character in the story of your generation.

ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ is the story of PJO, reimagined and retold from the perspective of Renae Gold, a daughter of Apollo and side character to the original stories by Rick Riordan.

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chapter twenty-one | it’s called…hope

percy jackson x fem reader

You’d gotten so caught up in your time with Travis, that it fell dark before you knew it. And despite the cold air numbing your fingertips and toes in your shoes, the two of you ran down to the canoe lake giggling like kids.

The wooden walkway provided enough space for the two of you to lay on your backs, knocking your shoe against Travis’s absently, watching as every breath pushed out puffs of white air into the cold against the dark sky. Stars had been thrown across it, clear as day.

In your Hunters coat, you didn’t feel much of the cold anywhere besides your hands, face and feet. But Travis had bundled up in a sweater, a coat, two pairs of jeans, and sneakers like he was about to do a runaway.

“You know,” his voice chattered with his teeth. “This was a lot cooler in my head.”

“You want it to be colder?” You turned yours, a teasing smile on your face. It took him a second to catch on.

Travis rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, can see why you’re a daughter of Athena, alright.”

“Just got the brains, what can I say?”

“You got something but I don’t think it’s brains.”

You barked out a sudden laugh, and Travis grinned. “What is it then?”

“You’re too young to get it. You’re a child, still.”

You gasped, leaning on your elbow. “I’m a year younger than you!”

He sighed jokingly. “Hmm…no.”

You practically dropped back to the deck and Travis visibly winced. “Fine. Whatever. Doesn’t bother me one bit.”

“Yeah. I can tell.”

The balls of light placed around the lake offered a gentle, rosy-pink and yellow glow cast over where you both lay. In this light, when you turned to look at Travis as inconspicuously as possible—ooh, that side of the lake was very interesting—you could see that he had a golden glow to his face, and those wide eyes swept slowly across the sky, the woods, and then to you.

In your stomach, you could feel your pulse, in the bend of your arm, and you could hear it, beating away hard, quickly.

“Think I’m ‘boutta have a heartattack,” you whispered, just letting it slip out. You’d worry about the embarrassment later. Bleh. “Your face is so ugly I’m going into cardiac arrest. Seriously, sort out your eyebrows, Travis, what have I told you?”

“Damn, Brains. Here I thought we were on to something.”

“Yeah, tweezer sales. You should start looking.” Your hair rustled your jacket as you looked away.

He huffed a laugh, letting his mouth curve. Travis had a cheeky smile, the kind that yelled hold on to your wallets, everybody! He had a small, barely-there dotting of freckles under his dark-brown eyes, and lips a neutral pink. In this light, you thought he was the definition of pretty. Not handsome. Not godly. Just pretty. Boyish. Lovely.

“Have you talked to Percy today? He seemed pretty bummed out at dinner.”

You hummed. “I have, actually. He’s upset about Annabeth going missing.” Which you had already explained.

“He’s bound to be. I mean, come on, they’ve been inseparable since last year’s quest.” Your heart clenched. Stop it, you told it. “He’s the one who convinced her to give going home to her dad a try.”

Your brain short circuited. “I knew that she went,” you said. “Just didn’t know he was the one to tell her to do it. I didn’t know they were that close.”

Travis developed a confused line between his brows. “She never mentioned him?”

“If she has done,” you shuffled uncomfortably. “It wasn’t to me.” Something flickered in you.

The silence after made you think. Sure, Annabeth and Percy had gotten closer since their quest last year. How could they not after something of that nature? How could Travis have known about Percy telling Annabeth about going home if you didn’t know a thing before his mentioning it. You were either out of the loop, or wildly behind. Either way, things would be sure to come out now. You would all have to work together from now on, because things were growing tenser and more troubling.

Boy troubles would have to wait.

—

Percy’s cabin was next. On your walk back to the cabins—Travis going in first—you watched a window in Percy’s cabin light up where he flicked a lamp on. It must have been at least eleven, now, maybe pushing midnight. What was keeping him up?

You stepped away from your cabin door, quietly sneaking across the grass. If you weren’t a demigod, you’d have made a good career as a criminal, because you were at his door and knocking on it in seconds.

Percy answered, looking frayed around the edges. He pulled you in by your wrist and closed the door.

“Dude, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge.”

He sent you a look. “Thanks. What are you doing out so late? You’re freezing.”

“It’s cold out.” You shrugged. “Anyway,” your arms crossed. “I’m here to check on you. You’ve not been up this late like this since Yancy.”

The edges of his eyes were rimmed dark red in the yellowish lamp by his bed. It smelled remotely of boy, sea salt and fresh air in here, a vast difference to your own cabin which held a slight smell of burning as of late. A result to an always experimenting cabin, you supposed.

“Just…” Percy shrugged his shoulders. He wore a simple pair of black shorts and a camp shirt a size larger, it looked. His eyes met the ground, and his shoulders drooped miserably. “Thinking about Annabeth. We’re safe here but she could be anywhere. Who’s to say she isn’t dead already?”

You pressed your lips together. Tension filled in you. Just how could you diffuse this? How could you make Percy feel better when you didn’t know the answer to his thoughts? To any of this?

“Luke’s a horrible guy,” you started, moving closer. You dropped a hand from your arm to flay it, palm up, as you talked. You wandered over to Percy’s bed, sitting heavily on it. “But he’s not so horrible as to let Annabeth die. They’ve known each other for years, haven’t they? That has to count for something.”

Percy was tired, you could tell, if his slowly dropping eyes flicking up was anything to go by. But he nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He moved and planted himself down next to you. You turned.

“C’mon,” you pressed your hand to his shoulder. “You’ll feel better when you’ve slept.”

“Why?” He pulled away, confused.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Something Chiron told me when I had a meltdown over my shoes last summer. It was true, though.”

“This is Annabeth!” He exploded. He fixed you with a piercing, hard gaze. You almost jumped. “This is your sister! She isn’t a pair of stupid shoes and nothing is going to make this any better unless we start to do something about it!” He breathed heavily, chest heaving. His face was twisted in annoyance. “She’s my best friend and nobody’s doing anything.”

Once again you were at a loss for words. “We just have to have hope, Percy.”

You dropped your hand down, circling your fingers around his wrist softly. He twisted his hand, and turned his face away from you, red cheeks on show as his palm met yours. Percy held your palm to his tightly, almost squeezing it. It was warm and soft, and you almost melted.

“That’s all we can do.”

—

Fresh air was gained as you all stood crowded in front of your cabin. All you could do was thank your mother you had chosen a pair of decent pyjamas last night.

Huddled in your bed covers—now smelling profusely of smoke and chemicals—you watched as the grey smoke inside poured out and up into the air.

“What did you do?”

You kept your eyes on the cabin. “What makes you think I did something?” You asked lazily, drawling your words.

“Because,” Travis set his elbow on your head. You were pretty sure he was closer than necessary, but…who were you to complain? “You’re covered in ash.”

“What a genius!” You smiled with extremely copious amounts of sarcasm. Now you really did turn to Travis, whose elbow dropped, and who had an eyebrow raised, not impressed. “I don’t know how you’re not a son of Athena, Travis. Someone was experimenting and it went wrong.”

“Hey—”

“Don’t lecture me, man,” you turned back. Cora was retching dramatically in the doorway, sounds and all. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Gods—what, are you on your period or something?”

You snapped your gaze dangerously to him. The boy looked caught out, shocked at himself. His face screamed shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have said that.

“What?”

“Santa?”

You clenched your jaw. You turned slowly. “I beg your pardon?”

In this early morning light of a pale violet, your eyes stung, but the sight of your friend cured the morning’s sourness to a certain extent.

Percy had a sly, conniving sort of smile on his face. At your side, he had his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his coat, and his hair was a terrible mess of ruffled black.

“Whose chimney have you been up?”

“Aren’t you brave man considering.” You drolled.

Cold, tired, and feeling as though your lungs were weighed down with iron weights from whatever it was that was set off, you were in no way, shape or form in the mood for this this early.

Percy draped his arm around your shoulder. Out the corner of your eye, Travis had moved away from you both, escaping the tricky situation he put himself in, talking to a girl at his side. You were about to look away—

A girl?!?

“Listen, we need to talk about—”

You sighed heavily, coughing on the smoke. “The only—” HACK “gods—the only plan I have today is to shower, clean my sheets, and sleep. No can do any athletics or brains today, muchacho.”

“But—”

“Dude,” you moved your head, sniffing your covers. “I smell like a barbecue. Honestly, I gotta take a shower ASAP.”

“Can you meet me after, then?” He sounded tired. You nodded, not questioning it. Just as you were walking away, back towards your cabin as the last of the smoke billowed out, Percy grabbed you by the shoulder of your blanket. You looked at him. “I had a dream last night. Grover’s going to meet us in the fields after breakfast. I want to talk to the both of you together.”

You eyed him momentarily. Then nodded slowly. “Okay.”

—

“A cave ceiling collapsed on her?” Grover asked.

“Yeah. What the hell does that mean?” Percy twisted his fingers in the grass anxiously, pulling at it. You looked from him to Grover.

Grover shook his head. “I don’t know. But after what Zoe dreamed—”

“Whoa. What do you mean? Zoe had a dream like that?”

“I…I don’t know, exactly. About three in the morning she came to the Big House and demanded to talk to Chiron. She looked really panicked.”

“Hang on,” you interrupted, leaning forward a little past Percy to look Grover in the eye. “How do you know about this?”

Grover blushed. “I was sort of…camped out outside the Artemis cabin all night.”

Your jaw dropped. “Grover!”

“What for?” Percy asked.

“Just to be, you know, near them.”

“You’re a stalker with hooves.” Percy scoffed.

“I am not! Anyway, I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing. She got real upset when Argus wouldn’t let her in. It was kind of a dangerous scene.”

“What did she say?”

Grover grimaced. “Well, she starts talking really old-fashioned when she gets upset so it was kind of hard to understand. But something about Artemis being in trouble and needing the Hunters. And then she called Argus a boil-brained lout—I think that’s a bad thing, and then he called her—”

“Woah,” Percy sighed. “Wait. How could Artemis be in trouble?”

For once, you didn’t dare open your mouth to make some smart-mouthed remark. Not only was this important, but you wanted to know what was going on.

“I…well, Chiron finally came out of the house with his horsetail in curlers—” you snorted, “and, well, Zoe said she needed permission to leave camp immediately. Chiron refused. He reminded Zoe that the Hunters needed to stay here until they received orders from Artemis. And she said…she said ‘how are we supposed to get orders from her if she’s lost?’.”

“Lost?” You flicked your eyes to Percy, who looked just as confused. “What does she mean, lost?”

“Like she needs directions?”

“No,” Grover said, exhaustedly. “Like kidnapped. Taken. Gone.”

“But…” you struggled for the words. “How could someone just take a goddess? How’s that possible?”

“I mean, it happened to Persephone.”

“But she was, like, the goddess of flowers.” Percy said.

Grover looked offended. “Springtime.”

“Whatever. Who could kidnap Artemis? And why would they want to?”

Grover shook his head miserably. “I don’t know. Kronos?”

“He can’t be that powerful already, can he?”

“I don’t know. I think somebody would know if he was reformed. The gods would be more nervous, don’t you think? But still, it’s weird you and Zoe Nightshade having a nightmare on the same night.”

“It’s like they’re connected,” you said, and Grover nodded grimly. Percy had stopped picking at the grass. “The only people I can think of behind a dream like that would be Morpheus, or someone involved who took Annabeth.”

“Exactly. But who would be—”

“Hang on,” Percy turned his head, looking at you. “Who’s Morpheus?”

“God of dreams.”

“Ah. Fun. I’m gonna talk to Zoe about it. We have to figure out what’s happening.”

“Um, before you do…” Grover unzipped his coat pocket and dug his hand inside, pulling something out. It was folded like a pamphlet at a doctors waiting room. “You remember how the Hunters just turned up out of nowhere, right, at Westover Hall? Well, i think they were scouting us.”

“Scouting us?” You and Percy shared a look. “Why?”

He handed Percy the pamphlet, and Percy turned a little to share it with you. The front read A WISE CHOICE FOR YOUR FUTURE! You turned the first page, fingers brushing Percy’s. Inside were pictures of Hunters running, shooting, or smiling, like an advertisement for a holiday camp. The different pages had captions like HEALTH BENEFITS! and A BOY-FREE TOMORROW!

“Only for the weird,” you muttered.

“I found that in Annabeth’s backpack she left behind,” Grover nodded at it.

Percy’s coat ruffled as he looked up, dark hair touching his jacket. He really needed a haircut. When he spoke, it was with a little irritation. “I don’t understand.”

It was then that you understood what was happening. The quest with Annabeth last year. The worry deeper than just friendship. A sleepless last night. And the look on Percy’s face now. You weren’t stupid (you thanked your mother, and also cursed her). It was clear to see, even if Percy didn’t (boys were typically oblivious to this stuff).

Percy liked Annabeth. This worry went deeper than friendship.

“Percy,” you said softly, a weird feeling in your body. “Annabeth was thinking of joining.”

—

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

Wherever you went, Hunters were, and they only reminded you of Annabeth’s leaflet, then that reminded you of Annabeth being missing, and that reminded you of Percy’s sadness, and that reminded you of the feelings you still couldn’t label.

But it all came back to the dreams both Percy and Zoe had. And thus brought you back to…

“Chiron!” You beamed, leaning in the doorway. He looked up from the chess table, opposite Mr. D. with a weary but kind smile. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

You stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind. It was warm inside as always, and the snow on your boots began to melt into the doormat. You dragged your feet along the harsh bristles and wiped it off. You’d settled on your Hunters coat; comfort over looks, in dire situations as these, and a scarf you left behind last year. You pushed your hands into your pockets.

“What is it, child?” He asked kindly.

You went to walk to the couch, but found yourself glaring at Mr. D. instead.

“Well, you certainly know how to ruin a good day. You and all those other whiny campers. Can we not simply have a bit of peace without continuous complaints?”

“Tushe,” you bit back, and he looked up, hand poised on a chess piece, face glowering.

“What is it you have come for?” Chiron cut in pointedly.

A shot in the dark, maybe. You sighed. “I wanted to talk to you about the nightmare Zoe Nightshade had.”

Chiron closed his eyes for a second. “Have you had any dreams?”

“No, but Percy has.”

You explained Percy’s dream feeling a little guilty to be spilling his personal life. But if it could help get your sister back, and prevent death, you had a reason to do so.

By the end, you found yourself sitting on the sofa, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees, looking desperately at Chiron for an answer.

“I really think that if we don’t start looking for Annabeth,” you said, trying to convince him. “She’s going to die. And from the sounds of things, Artemis will be in danger too. And then the gods will fight, and there’ll be carnage, and we’ll all die or something. It won’t end well if we sit here any longer.“

The fire crackled and popped, and you sat waiting for a response.

Finally, you got one. But not the kind you’d hoped for.

“You know what your problem is,” Mr. D. turned away from his game. “What all you heroes’ problems are? You get too involved. You cannot solve a goddess’s problem. Your friend is miles upon miles away. From what you have said so far, there is nowhere to start, no place to begin searching, yet here you are, complaining about how awful life is. Take this in, half-blood: some things just cannot be fixed.”

“What—Chiron!” You looked to him, mouth agape. “Even you’ve said that we need to look for Annabeth! And—and if we find Annabeth we might find Artemis, too, don’t you think? For them to go missing at near enough the same time can’t be a coincidence.”

Chiron’s worried, weary face reflected his thoughts. And he nodded. Relief filled you. “I agree,” he turned his head to Mr. D. “It is a very strange happening. And I fear if we leave things any longer, Annabeth and Artemis will not be the last to disappear.”

—

Capture The Flag only soured your mood further.

“I—” you tugged on a chest armour strap. “Hate. Capture. The. FLAG!”

Percy matched your energy. You turned your back to him and gestured to the straps you couldn’t pull properly. He tugged on the ones at your shoulders, tightening them. You did the same for him.

There weren’t many campers around, only fourteen, you counted, including yourself, and about thirteen Hunters. Little Nico was jumping excitedly and chattering away about his card game to a little boy called Harley, who was four and only hanging around to see the action; he lingered at Chiron’s side, obviously unable to join in with the game. He had turned up at camp just before you left last time.

“I’ll show them ‘love is worthless’,” Silena Beauregard grumbled viciously, swinging a sword between her fingers. The tree opposite her should have been scared. “I’ll pulverise them!”

“I’m with you on that one,” you said. Silence gave you a high-five.

Nico ran over to you in his clunky armour. You lifted his helmet from over his eyes, and he looked sad. “Percy said we don’t get to kill the other team.”

“Uh—no.”

“But the Hunters are immortal aren’t they?”

“The aim of the game is to have fun,” you said trying to be upbeat. “Even if it isn’t fun.”

“It can’t be fun if we don’t get to kill the other team.”

You lay your hands on his shoulders, pushing him towards Chiron. “Alright, kid! Let’s go visit Chiron. And maybe a psychologist.”

“Heroes!” he called. “You know the rules! The creek is the boundary line. Blue team—Camp Half-Blood—shall take the west woods. Hunters of Artemis—red team—shall take the east woods. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. No intentional maiming, please! All magic items are allowed. To your positions!”

“Intentional maiming, my ass,” you muttered. Silena snickered quietly.

“Blue team! Follow me!” Thalia bellowed, and you set off.

Little Nico bolted off ahead to Percy, who didn’t look the least bit happy. Travis was bumping his hip with a girl you came to know to be Katie Gardener. Silena Beauregard wasn’t a particularly close friend of yours, but living at camp through the quieter months and the busier months when things were packed together provided the opportunity to get acquainted with people. So at your side, you agreed to stick together. Thalia and Percy would likely stick together. Nico was running amok. And the Hunters worked too well together.

Your team flag was to be set up at the top of Zeus’s fist—you’d petitioned to rename it the Poop Pile, but Chiron hadn’t let you despite all in favour of the name. You scampered up the rock, planting it in place before scaling it back down.

Nico was set on guard duty by Percy, along with Connor and Travis and Charles Beckendorf. Yourself, Silena, Katie Gardener, and two Ares boys, Laurel and Jason, would be the decoy group, a fact you weren’t too happy about.

“Make a wide arc around the Hunters. Attract as many as you can. I’ll take the main raiding party round to the right and catch them by surprise.”

Everyone nodded. It sounded good.

“Anything to add, Percy?”

“Uh, yeah. Keep sharp on defence. We’ve got four guards, two scouts. That’s not much for a big forest. I’ll be roving the place. If you need help, yell.”

“And don’t leave your posts,” Thalia warned.

“Unless you see a golden opportunity,” Percy added. A tiny smirk began to grow. You could see what was happening.

Thalia scowled. “Just don’t leave your post.”

“Unless—”

“Percy!”

Thalia set her hand on his arm, and he yelped. Everyone ‘oooh’d at the sound of the static shock.

“Sorry,” she said, though she didn’t sound very sorry. “Now, is everyone clear?”

“Loud and clear, corporal.” You swiped a salute. Thalia just shook her head, looking away. A couple of kids laughed quietly. Nico began to march childishly in his clunky armour, saluting everyone, gaining more laughs.

The horn sounded, and your team dashed off to the left.

“We’re the decoys, right?” You called up ahead to Silena and Laurel. They yelled back a confirmation. “Does that mean I can do anything to be distracting?”

“Sure, as long as it’ll work!”

Once you were further in, you walked up a tall hill, able to see Chiron standing watch further away, and some people running about.

You set about your plan.

“Hello?! Guys, we’re up here!”

A brief, surprised cackle came from one of the boys running past. In a gap of the tree crowning above, watery light streamed through and highlighted a silvery shade jacket, moving.

You set off down the hill, and were ambushed instantly by a taller girl with a long ginger ponytail.

It might have been a fair fight, if she didn’t have arrows.

“Are you sure this isn’t against the rules?” You asked. She trained an arrow on you as you moved slowly away. “I mean, that’s definitely offensive. I can’t be defensive if you’ve got a weapon like that—”

“OOF!”

You yelled out as something knocked her over. Silena!

“Aw, man, I didn’t even mean to do that. Don’t go down that hill, guys. The rocks are out to get us,” she groaned, sitting up. The Hunter shrieked, as if she were totally outraged.

“You’re all childish! You could never be Hunters! And you argue like children!”

“Cool, okay,” Silena was finally standing. She flipped her dark braid back. “Well, thanks for letting our team progress. We’ll be on our way, now.”

Her face was a picture of pure loathing. The shimmer of another Hunters jacket glimmered, and the girl yelled out.

“Leyla! I’ve got two!”

You didn’t know you could run so fast, but apparently, camp offered the opportunity for new findings. You ran alongside Silena, up the hill, and had to make a sharp dash to the right, sending sticks and mud flying as you skidded, when three other Hunters came out of nowhere. Now you had five after you. The two of you lead them away from your team.

Close by, people called out and shouted, and then began gagging.

“What’s going on there?” You asked.

“No fair!” Thalia’s voice came through. “Fart arrows are unsportsmanlike!”

As you ran on, you watched the scene unfold. Your team came back together; Percy sprinted toward Zoe Nightshade holding your flag; Chiron had Travis and Connor on his back, both pale in the face and sporting bandages round their heads. Thalia was yelling furiously. Then…

“The Hunters win!” Chiron announced, not with pleasure. “For the fifty-sixth time in a row.”

Zoe had ran over to her side, pushing down Percy in the process, and the Hunters were cheering. She waved the flag in the air, laughing gloriously, as her teammates crowded around her laughing and cheering.

“Perseus Jackson!” Thalia boomed. Everyone looked her way. Even a good few metres from you, the smell of rotten eggs was prominent. Her armour crackled with electricity. “What in the name of the gods were you THINKING?”

Percy had gotten up off the ground, and glared at Thalia. “I got the flag, Thalia,” he waved it in her face. “I saw a chance, and I took it!”

“I was their ATTHEIR BASE!” She fumed. “”But the flag was gone. If you hadn’t butted in, we would have won!”

“You had too many on you!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Argh!” Thalia yelled angrily. She threw her hands out and pushed hard on Percy, shocking him with electricity and throwing him into a creek at the same time. A couple of people gasped—a couple Hunters tried to stifle their laughter—but some, like you, let out surprised noises. You stepped forward, ready to fetch Percy’s fried, dead body from the water if need be.

“I’m sorry!” Thalia shrunk back. She’d gone scarily pale. “I didn’t mean to!”

A wave roared as it burst from the creek, standing a few metres tall until it descended, right at Thalia, dousing her from head to toe violently.

Percy stood up, breathily heavily. “Yeah? I didn’t mean to do that, either,” he growled.

“Enough!” Chiron demanded.

Thalia held out her spear. A weird feeling you weren’t fond of began to seep through your body. “You want some, Seaweed Brain?”

Gods, did Percy’s face change.

Once more, Annabeth had inadvertently wound her way into the conversation today.

“Bring it on, Pinecone Face!”

Percy raised his sword, but before he could do anything more, lightening struck, hit Thalia’s spear like a conductor, and with a crack, hit Percy directly in the chest. He practically fell hard, his clothes singed and steaming.

“Thalia!” Chiron said. “That’s enough!”

Your friend stumbled to his feet, determined, and the water around him, every bit from the creek, rose and swirled into a massive funnel.

You soon realised what your gut feeling was for.

Percy dropped the water. He stared at something in the distance. Thalia frowned, confused, and turned as well, prompting others to do the same.

You moved forward, and it felt like every organ in your body dropped.

Something was approaching, clouded in dark green mist. It it got closer, you saw it wasn’t a something but a someone: the Oracle.

“No way,” you breathed. Even the Hunters had fallen silent. People began to step back on the sidelines as she grew closer and closer, decrepit, old, and faded. You moved back until you were out of the way. Looking at him, you said, “Chiron—”

“This is impossible,” he said, very worried. “It…she has never left the attic. Never.”

His words and knowledge did not matter, because she stopped in the centre of the group. In front of Percy.

Nobody moved. Nobody dared to. Then her voice hissed inside your head, and it was like a nightmare come to life. You hands met your ears.

I am the spirit of Delphi, the voice said. Speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python.

The Oracle turned slowly, morbidly, to face Zoe Nightshade dead-on. Again, in your head: Approach, Seeker, and Ask.

Zoe visibly shook and swallowed hard. “What must I do to help my goddess?”

The Oracle’s mouth opened, and green mist poured out. It grazed the ground, and people stepped back to try and avoid it. You watched it pool around your ankles. That wasn’t the strangest part.

In the mist, images appeared. A mountain, and a girl you remembered to be Artemis standing at the barren edge. She was wrapped in chains, fettered to the rocks, kneeling with her hands raised as if to ward off an attacker. And she looked like she was in pain.

The Oracle spoke again.

Six shall go West to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,

Campers and Hunters combined prevail,

The Titan’s curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent’s hand.

Then, as everyone watched, captivated, the mist began to come together and go back into the Oracle’s mouth, like a giant snake. She stepped back, and sat down on a rock, and went still, as if she’d never moved at all.

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astradreaming · 7 months

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#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x oc #pjo x reader #pjo x oc #pjo fandom #pjo ares #pjo hades #pjo zeus #pjo apollo #daedreamingghosts

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hiraethhh-h · 1 year

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day 7 - dog

fandom: PJO/HoO

paring: percy jackson x OC

warnings: none

notes: smth a lil short and sweet! all characters are 18+ and takes place after the PJO/HoO books <3

wc: 292

12 day writing challenge

“you found her where?”

happy yips left the small alaskan malamute, the pup licking at percy’s hands. the male laughed in response, moving to cradle the dog. “in an alley down from my mom’s place. i couldn’t say no. just look at her.” he pleaded with his girlfriend.

laurel couldn’t help but crack a smile as percy laughed. “okay, okay, i don’t see why we can’t keep her.” she relented with a huff. “but i get to name her.” the girl held up her index finger, percy pouting at laurel’s words. “can i at least give suggestions?”

“of course you can perce, i just have the final say.” laurel wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s waist, stepping closer to him. the husky pup looked up at laurel with wide, icy blue eyes. a few more yips left her, laurel chuckling as she rested her hand atop the dog’s light brown and white fur. “how about lyra?”

“lyre huh?” percy too looked down at the puppy. “lyra, here girl!” as if in response, lyra barked at percy. a laugh left the couple, percy gently setting the dog down on the polished wooden floor. “i can go out and grab some dog stuff.” he offered, laurel immediately shaking her head in response. “you just came back. i don’t mind heading out, i needed to pick up some groceries anyways.” laurel looked to percy, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before heading to the front door.

“newspapers are in their usual spot just in case lyra has to go potty!” laurel called, slipping her shoes on with a hum. “okay! stay safe laurel!” percy smiled. once he heard the familiar jangle of laurel’s house keys, percy went to set out the newspaper for lyra.

#🌙#bee's writing #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy pjo #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #pjo oc #pjo x oc #percy jackson x oc

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lecsainz · 4 months

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A headcanon of Percy Jackson x reader daughter of Zeus, where he has been in love since the first day he saw her, and he had also recently arrived at the camp, please

˒ ⌕ SHE IS LIKE THUNDER

parings: percy jackson x zeus!reader

an:I know I disappeared, forgive me 🤧, but picture me writing this at 3 AM, dying of sleepiness after watching the last episode of PJO, AND ANNIE USED THE NICKNAME 😭 THIS EPISODE IS STILL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS!!!!

summary: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy.

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during one of your training sessions. Luke was giving Percy a tour of the camp, and when Percy laid eyes on you, he halted abruptly, as if struck by lightning. For some inexplicable reason, he felt an urgent need to know who you were, as if the gods themselves demanded it.

Percy's eyes widened as he observed you from across the training grounds. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing a finger in your direction. Luke suppressed a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Her? Oh, that's Y/N, daughter of Zeus." Percy squinted, trying to decipher your actions, as you accidentally summoned a small lightning bolt that fizzled out near your feet. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Does that happen often?" Luke grinned. "Only when she's particularly excited, which, by the way, is most of the time. You should see her during thunderstorms!" Percy blinked, watching as you waved sheepishly, causing another faint spark to crackle in the air.

You and Percy found common ground in venting about the gods upon his arrival.

"Hey, little thunder, how's it going?" Percy grinned. "Don't call me that," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm good too, thanks for asking, Lightning Rod," Percy joked, emphasizing his newfound nickname for you.

Attempts at using your powers together proved futile, as water and electricity didn't exactly make for a harmonious combination.

According to Percy, Cabin 3 was way too big for just him, and assuming you felt the same way about Cabin 1, he started a tradition. At 12:00, he'd show up at your cabin, asking to share it, turning into a routine of hosting pajama parties in each other's cabins.

After you discovered that your half-sister, Thalia, had been turned into a pine tree to save her, Percy couldn't resist teasing you about it.

"Do you think your dad would turn you into, what, a fountain? Or maybe a cherry blossom tree would suit you?" Percy grinned, enjoying the opportunity to rib you. "Jackson, shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. Later, when Grover and Annabeth intervened, trying to keep you two from frying each other, Percy couldn't resist a parting shot. He had soaked you with water from a nearby forest stream during the mission, leaving you drenched and fueling your desire to electrocute him. "Next time you want to electrocute Percy, make sure I'm not around," Annabeth teased as they separated you, noticing your soaked state. Grover, being the peacekeeper, started singing the song of friendship, encouraging both of you to hug it out and apologize. Percy, however, observed that you were shivering from the cold as you walked. Realizing this, he handed you his jacket, concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you stay wet like this," he said, offering you warmth amidst the chilly aftermath of your water-based altercation.

Since neither you nor Percy admit to having feelings for each other, you find yourselves in constant teasing and banter.

During a mission, you two start a squabble because you want to lead everything, and he just wants to do his thing or isn't paying attention to what you're saying. Grover and Annabeth exchange glances, seeking a way to mediate.

It takes a long time before you muster the courage to admit you have feelings for the son of Poseidon. You decide to confess first because, knowing Percy, it would take ages if you waited for him.

"Percy, I need to talk in case we don't get out of here." "Spark Plug, we're getting out of here; trust me." "I like you, Seaweed Brain." He stands there in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to believe that you like him back.

After Percy managed to confess that he also liked you, you enjoyed teasing him about his stunned reaction. But deep down, you were terrified that he might have said he didn't like you back.

Percy becomes incredibly protective of you.

"Touch her, and you'll be dead."

You love stormy days and spend hours on the beach with Percy because he can control the water, ensuring you both stay dry.

"Isn't it beautiful?" "What, little storm?" You pause, gazing out at the tumultuous sea, the waves crashing against the shore. "It's like the ocean is in harmony with this storm. It's as if they understand each other, finding peace in the chaos." "Maybe," Percy finally responds, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe storms and the sea have a way of finding peace in chaos because they understand that even in the wildest moments, there's a certain kind of order."

You appreciate the profound simplicity of his words, and in that moment, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, you feel at home

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 19 days

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LOML BABY CUTIE PIE SNOOKUMS 💕🦋

SO THAT YOUR SEXY LIL BRAIN DOESN'T FORGET :

The lover boys ( Percy, Leo, Jason, Conner, Luke , Frank) overhearing reader talking about them and afterwards realising that reader is THE ONE for them

Mhuaw Mhuaw 💋

⋆⭒˚.⋆ can't have a conversation if it's not all about you! hcs

content: hcs for leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, percy jackson & jason grace warning: some language but that's it!! author's note: ta daaaaa! i like doing matching stories to one's ive already written!! and love love love how these match the other group hcs i did, probs gonna put it as a part two on the masterlist even tho i kinda isn't, ya know??? whatever it's my blog lmao-

𝜗𝜚 leo valdez

leo had no shame

originally, he had no intentions of eavesdropping

but then he heard you talking as he passed by the window of your cabin and couldn't help but stand nearby

and, boy, was he glad that he did

his smile was a mile wide as he heard you talk so passionately about him

that's right, you've been yapping away about leo for at least an hour

"and you should see the way he looks at me when he makes me laugh. it's just- it's just this wide smile and he can't seem to take his eyes off me."

leo blushed slightly at that comment, completely unaware that you had caught onto that look, the one he only reserved for you

"and he's the sweetest, always looking out for me. oh! and the gifts are never ending and he's the best cuddler i've like ever met. and, so, so funny."

leo was certain he was short circuiting, the wires of his heart fraying and twisting in unnatural ways. in ways that would make his mechanic father disappointed

"you must really love him," one of your siblings mused and leo waited with baited breath, leaning slightly closer to the window to hear you better

"more than i could put into words. i'm...i'm lucky the fates gave him to me - more than lucky."

that was the day leo started working on your engagement ring, determined to never spend another day without you by his side

𝜗𝜚 frank zhang

frank was a good boy, be it either his roman bones or his canadian heritage, he made sure to always follow rules and respect peoples privacy

...except for today

he allowed himself this exception as he stood in one of the many hallways new rome had to offer, leaning against the way as he heard your voice drift through the corridor

you couldn't have been more than a few yards away, your voice easily carrying to frank's ears

"he gives the best hugs!"

"bear hugs?" your friend laughed and frank's lips twitched upwards at the comment

"shut up! he's sweet too! so, so sweet! and gentle. for a son of mars, he holds me so softly."

frank stood a little taller at the comments, pride filling his body in a way it never has before

sure, lots of people have told him similar things, but something about it coming from you left the boy reeling with pride

"cmon, be honest. is he, ya know, the one?" your friend whispered but frank still heard it

he paled at the connotation, his fingers crossed as he counted the seconds in between your response.

"honestly? he's the other half of my soul. we're tied together and he's not getting rid of me anytime soon."

that afternoon, frank signed up for an wedding magazine subscription, wanting to keep up to date on the wedding scene, as he figured it would become important to him and you in the near future

𝜗𝜚 luke castellan

luke had taken a break from practice with his sword, laying on the ground all sweaty and grimy

his water bottle had long since been emptied but he was far too tired to get up and refill it

after a few minutes of rest, he'd finally decided the water would be worth the pain of his taunt muscles

as he made his way to the water fountain, he paused as his eyes caught sight of you and a wood nymph talking

he smirked to himself, moving closer with the full intentions of stealing a kiss but he paused as your words started to reach his ears

he then hid behind a tree, only peeking out every now and then when he knew you weren't looking

"gods, i've never met a guy so romantic. did i tell you that he stole all of my favorite bags of chips from the camp store? and you wanna know why? mind you, this is a direct quote, he said 'because no one but my girl deserves this chips to grace her lips.' like...bro."

the wood nymph cooed, the flowers in her hair brightening in color at the romantic thoughts

in fact, the red tulips were matching the shade of luke's cheeks pretty well

and that's quite the feat as the boy wasn't a big blusher

"and watching him train will always leave me drooling. you hear that olivia rodrigo leaked song, prison for life?? like, that's literally him!! he's so protective but in a good way, ya know??"

luke shook his head despite knowing the fact you couldn't see him

you've brought that song up so many times since you heard it, telling luke that it always reminded you of him

and luke would never admit it, but he listened to the song on his own time

and he couldn't help but agree with you

he'd kill for you and you didn't even need to ask him to

he'd just do it because you were worth any consequence he'd face after

"so, you love him?" the wood nymph questioned eagerly

and luke was just as eager to hear the answer

"...i'd kill for him, too. i'd do anything to keep him close, hurt anyone. hell, i'd tear down olympus for that boy."

and that you would, eventually.

all with a shiny ring on your finger, put there by the boy who'd lost his way

and you were more than happy to get lost with him, too, as long as it meant his hand in yours

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson

percy knew better than to listen to rumors

especially from sea flora and fauna

but, when the shark swam up to him with naiads in tow, percy couldn't help but listen

"lord! lord! you'll never believe what we just heard!" the shark cried, swimming circles around percy in his excitement

"go on," percy encouraged, briefly passing his hand over the shark's fin before the shark was mentally gasping in a big breath to do a long ramble

"okay okay okay! so, your lady in waiting had been talking with a few of the river naiads up stream. and she was talking about you, my lord!"

percy was silently waiting for the new information to come

he was well aware of the fact that you struggled to have conversations that didn't revolve around him

and he would know as he struggled with a similar issue when it came to you

"and she was talking about your hair and your eyes and your smile! oh, and she also mentioned that she thought you were the funniest boy she'd ever met, my lord! then she was talking about how good you looked in some shirt the other day-"

"wait, wait, which shirt??? did she say, like, a color or something??" percy cut in, leaning forwards as this information was important to him

"umm, i think she said navy blue?"

"yes! alright, go on," percy cheered, making a mental note to wear that shirt more

anything to keep her eyes on him

not that he had to try super hard but still

"and she talked about rings! ones made of diamonds or something!! oh, and your mother being at some ceremony and something about father's giving away their daughters?? and white dresses. does she like white dresses? the story get's a little confusing here, i'll admit, my lord."

percy could have drown right then and there from excitement

you were talking about weddings while talking about percy

he took that as a good sign

and he'd go home later that summer and shyly ask his mother to walk him through the process of getting married

for, uh, unrelated reasons, of course

𝜗𝜚 jason grace

jason was a nervous fella, not one to eavesdrop or listen to conversations that didn't involve him

nonetheless, he couldn't seem to pull himself from the cracked doorway

every alarm was ringing in his roman mind, telling him that it was wrong and that he shouldn't be listening in on your conversation

but you were saying such lovely things!

"he treats me like im gold, like im something to be valued and taken care of. gods, he's so good to me."

it was like a little benchmark report on how he was as a boyfriend

and you know this guy loves reports and numbers and spreadsheets lmao

pros and cons list's best friend

but at the moment, you were struggling to list even a single con

"and he's such a gentleman. i don't think i've touched a door handle the whole time that we've been dating. or opened my car door, let alone drove."

jason smirked, pride oozing from him at the comments

he worked hard to make sure that you never saw another cloudy day in your life and he couldn't help but be a little proud that you took notice of those things

"what would you do if he asked you to marry him right now?" your sibling asked, with a wiggle of their eyebrows and a taunt in their voice

jason's muscles tightened at the comment and they jolted to run off, but his need to know kept him right where he was

"i'd say yes without a second of hesitation. i'm sure we've been married in past lives and we will be in future ones. so why delay the inevitable?"

jason was shocked, a rare feeling for the son of jupiter

but, once he recovered, he went running to piper, desperately asking her what the best way to find out your ring size would be

and not for just any finger, if you know what i mean.

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hoakaikapo · 3 months

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ATTRACTION - Clarisse La Rue x Unclaimed! Fem! Reader

summary: you and clarisse don’t get along, but you both can’t deny that there’s some sort of attraction between the two of you.

warnings: mention of blood

a/n: LOL, sorry this is a huge huge rush draft because i’m working on my ff of clarisse but i just needed to write this out. enjoy!!

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The feeling of a metal blade burned throughout your body as it made contact with your skin. You looked down, blood gushing out of the newly formed wound. It was deeper than your usual cuts. You grunted at the sight of it. You were used to this feeling of getting injured in whatever you did, so you let it bleed out as you charged back at your opponent. You weren’t going to let a measly little cut get in the way of your soon-to-be victory.

You were unsure what was burning in you today to crave victory this badly. Maybe it was because you felt discouraged that she had yet to be claimed. Maybe it was the urge to prove your worth amongst your fellow campers. Maybe it was because your natural nemesis, Clarisse La Rue, was your opponent, the only thing standing between your victory.

The sound of your swords clashing against each other was like music to your ears. You could make up the symphonies in your head, the movement mimicked that of a passionate musician playing their chords. You found sword fighting similar to watching a symphonic orchestra, ones that your mother would take you to when you were younger. You imagined the violinist: their bow gliding across the strings like how a swordsman would glide their sword through their enemies. You imagined the pianist: their hands striking each key like a fighter using their weapon to protect themself and fight back. You saw how each component played into each other, how they created the perfect symphony.

For you, these movements would create your victory.

As much as you hated Clarisse, you also hated to admit that your arch nemesis sword skills were remarkable. In your opinion, Clarisse was an even better fighter than yourself. The only thing that kept her from winning half of the time was her extreme lack of strategy. But, given that she’s the daughter of Ares and extremely hot headed, you figured that strategy never really ran in Clarisse’s blood. You figured that at this point in your sparring, Clarisse would have found some way to cheat her way to a victory. Surprisingly, she was fighting fair and square the entire time.

The arena was packed as far as you could see out of the corners of your eyes. A few campers have to sit on the stairs. You never understood why everyone anticipated this fight. You and Clarisse fought almost all the time in every single encounter you had with each other since you arrived at Camp Half-Blood. However, you figured that maybe the fact that it was for a title or proper victory made it really appealing to the others.

“Are you ready to give up?” Clarisse teased, a sly grin coming over her face. “That cut on your arm looks nasty.”

“Not as nasty as you, La Rue,” You spat back at her. Clarisse growled in response.

You took your stance, repositioning yourself into a much more comfortable position where you could defend herself better. The strategy that you had been using was useless, so you quickly came up with a new one: tire Clarisse out, let her swing at you all she likes until she’s tired. Clarisse began striking her ten times harder than she previously did– as if she was trying to kill you. With every strike, you were able to block it, just barely before Clarisse would strike again. And again. And again until you had managed to swiftly roll from one of her swings which narrowly missed your head.

Finally, Clarisse was getting tired. You could see it in the way Clarisse stood before you; the rising and falling of her chest indicated that while her eyes looked slightly unenergized. You could feel your stamina rejuvenating, like lightning bolts across a stormy sky. With that, you began your counterattack on Clarisse, using your sword to strike as if creating your own symphony.

A swift kick to Clarisse’s left leg and she fell. You - clumsily - landed on top of her due primarily to your lack of balance. You held her sword over Clarisse’s throat, just a few centimeters away from making contact with her skin. You could see the rage in Clarisse’s eyes and feel her anger beneath your body. However, Clarisse did not argue or yell at you. Instead, they stayed in that position; their breathing heavy and slowed, almost in perfect sync, as the arena erupted into applause and cheers for you.

The locker room was empty. Or so you had thought. As you were dressing your wound, you noticed a figure standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“You took a cheap shot,” Clarisse’s voice was husky with anger. “Kicking me down like that.”

“Well, I’m not the one who maimed their opponent, aren’t I?” You responded and pointed to your bandage.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “You clearly don’t know what the word ‘maim’ means since your arm is still mobile.”

“Oh, wow, I guess you do have a brain after all. Good for you.”

There was something about you that made Clarisse despise you. Maybe it’s the fact that you were remarkably good at sword fighting, especially since you had just bested her in your competition. Maybe it’s how seemingly perfect your features were. Maybe it’s the fact that ever since you arrived at camp, Clarisse could feel that something was … oddly forbidden and unfamiliar about you.

“Well, I’ll get you next time,” Clarisse said and walked over to you close enough to where you could feel Clarisse’s breath on your face. That’s another thing you hated: Clarisse was taller than you - much taller. It gave Clarisse a better advantage of being more intimidating to the other campers. “A little unclaimed child like you shouldn't have bested me anyways.”

You would have punched her right then and there. Instead, you looked up to meet Clarisse’s eyes and placed your hand on her chest. You gently began to push her backwards until the taller girl’s back hit the locker room wall and made sure your face was directly underneath Clarisse’s.

“Aww, is the daughter of Ares salty that she lost in a fight to me?” You cooed and slowly lifted your finger underneath Clarisse’s jaw, bringing it slightly closer to yours.

You noticed the taller girl became more tense. A good thing, in your opinion. You watched as Clarisse’s eyes followed your every movement. An even better thing. A slight blush arose to Clarisse’s cheeks as you glanced at her, almost doe-eyed. Lips parted slightly, You slowly came closer to Clarisse’s face.

Clarisse wasn’t sure what to anticipate. Sure, you two hated each other, but sometimes, you would have these moments where you would flirt and tease her. Shamefully, Clarisse would do the same thing. It drove her crazy sometimes, which could explain her dislike for you at some points. She could never fully explain the energy between you and her. It was far too complicated beyond just pure hatred.

“I’ll see around, La Rue,” You whispered softly into her ear before walking out the locker room, leaving Clarisse to wonder what exactly just happened.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #dior goodjohn #fem oc #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader

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my--moon · 3 months

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we all know that some Demigods don't get claimed because the gods are "too busy'

But imagine being a demigod, and you haven't been claimed for years—so long, you've just given up on hoping to be claimed. You did what you were good at, you still trained, you still helped out.

And finally after so many years of no attention from the gods—you're finally claimed. By one of the Muses.

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SOUR CHERRY MASTERPOST

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, your mine."

Main Paring ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Mentions of depression, anxiety, eating issues, unhealthy obsessions, anger, and death.

Spoilers ~ A ton‼️

Summery of entire story ~ Below.

Chapters ~ Under the break.

Status ~ On-Going.

The poets claimed that failure wasn't fatal.

They swore that success was on the tip of every person's tongue as long as they swallowed their mistakes and spat out the courage to prevail.

The Gods claimed that power and glory mattered the most.

They swore that dying a hero's death for Olympus, in the name of the Gods and for the Gods, was fulfillment for Demi-Gods.

Oh, how they were so very wrong. Nisha always knew that they were wrong.

She knew failure like she knew her palms. She smelled disappointment just as much as she smelt pine at Camp Half-Blood.

Nisha with no last name is the daughter of Oizys, an absolute failure and disappointment to everyone.

She manages to live up to her mother's dubbed name as she changes everything in the course of Olympian history and nothing at the same time.

After all, no good deed goes unpunished.

The good thing about being the embodiment of disappointment is that you could never be disappointed; punishment Nisha would take with a grin, failure she would embrace with cold hands.

Perseus Jackson and Lucus Castellan were born for greatness. Their prophecy would reign true, and Nisha would die to see it come to fruition.

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Chp 1 ~ Failure and Success, Only One Step Apart

Chp 2 ~ Failure is Sucess (Nisha's Version)

Chp 3 ~ Diverging Pathways of Fate.

All Other Chapters ~ Unpublished, In The Works!

Cross Posted On ~ AO3 and Wattpad!

Last Updated ~ 02/08/2024

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starless-nightz · 17 days

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Please check out my new pjo fic <3

If you do read it pls vote or leave a comment, i would really appreciate it!

THIS IS NOT A PERCY X OC BTW

(the only love intrest is in act I which is Bianca, the rest of the book has no love intrest, tho there will be a spin off with Piper as the love intrest)

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imaginechb · 10 months

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ᴏɴᴇ | ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ

I was seven when my mom died, and my life was turned upside down forever. Wait, can your life be turned upside down if you don't really have a life yet? Whatever.

I was seven when she was killed. And I promise I'm not going to run to the rooftops and sing fight song, but I do feel it's important you know how I got to where I am.

Let me start over. My name is Renae Gold, and I'm half Greek god.

My mother was a woman named Bella Gold, or Isabella, but nobody ever called her that. Same reason nobody really calls me Renae. It's too formal.

My mom met my dad one day when she was nineteen and playing guitar in Central Park for cash. She didn't live there, she was just traveling down the East Coast, so they met totally by chance. Or maybe he saw her from above and decided to come say hello. Anyway, one thing led to another and I came to be, but then one day just before I was born, he had to leave her. The reason why? He was the god Apollo, and he needed to be back up on Olympus, doing godly things.

My mom was angry, and rightfully so, so she named me Daphne, after the woman my father loved who turned herself into a tree just to escape him. She did this to torture him. Basically, my middle name is a giant 'screw you' to the god who broke her heart.

So that's me. Renae Daphne Gold. Call me Rae. I'm eleven years old, and one day I'm going to be a hero.

My mom was a funny woman, and really pretty too. She had long blonde hair that was always either braided or wavy, like a waterfall cascading down her back. She had blue eyes and freckles just like mine. She loved climbing trees and playing guitar, and her favorite song was Calico Skies by Paul McCartney. This must've been why dad took a liking to her.

But like I said, she died when I was seven.

I was at school when it happened, so all I know about her death is what Chiron told me. She was attacked by monsters, and I had to go with him and live at some summer camp for demigods.

Chiron is the activities director at Camp Half-Blood, my home. He basically raised me after that. Him, and of course my siblings in the Apollo cabin.

The Apollo cabin is the only home I can really remember. It's golden on the outside, and homely on the inside. It doubles as a makeshift infirmary, even though we already have an infirmary. My bunk is the comfiest thing in the world, top bunk on the left wall closest to the door. My half-siblings all live in there with me, and we're all pretty close. We sing campfire songs and hug it out, and our head counselor is Lee, and he's the coolest guy in the world.

Anyway, back to the war and stuff. Can you tell I have ADHD?

I'm basically writing this so there's a written account of what it was really like for us during the war, or for most of us anyway. Most of us didn't get to be the hero. Most of us didn't get to go on dangerous quests and save the world six times. Most of us aren't the Percy Jacksons, or the Annabeth Chases, or even the Grover Underwoods.

For most of us, it was a lot of waiting.

I suppose I should start with the field trip to Olympus. It was the winter solstice, which meant it was time for the gods to assemble and discuss things like crops, weather, death, and the latest Britney Spears album. Chiron wanted to take some of us there to see what it was like, meet some minor gods, get a taste of what they do and learn some of our history. You know, boring museum type stuff.

Chiron had been gone for a few months, away on some "official Camp Half-Blood business" with Grover the satyr, but he came back for Christmas and stuff, so he took us on the solstice trip while he could.

So we went, toured Olympus, and sat through godly meetings like the world's most uncomfortable 'bring your child to work' day. For some of us, it was our first time ever meeting our godly parents.

That trip was when Zeus's master bolt went missing.

The gods all have some sort of powers or domain they rule over. For Zeus, it's the sky. His weapon of choice is his master lightning bolt, and it had been stolen while we were there, setting this whole thing into place.

After the trip, Chiron pulled all of us into his office. At first I thought he was going to lecture us about passing notes while in godly business meetings, but he didn't. Instead, he told us about Zeus's bolt, and he asked us if any of us had taken it. He said don't be afraid, and to come forward so he could help us, but I was pretty sure anyone who came forward would get a good smiting from the gods themselves.

Nobody came forward.

After the holidays, Chiron had to go back to whatever he was doing before, and we didn't see him again until June. He left us alone with Mr. D, which I don't think I'll ever fully forgive him for.

I don't think Mr. D likes me very much. It's probably because he associates me with the Stolls, which is unfortunate for me for many reasons. Connor and Travis Stoll are my best friends, but they're always getting us into trouble that I always have to get us out of. They're sons of Hermes, and they love to prank and pickpocket, and they've even broken into Chiron's office before.

But if I'm being totally honest, I don't think Mr. D likes anyone that much.

Mr. D stands for Dionysus. Yup, the Dionysus, god of wine and all that. To make a long story short, he upset Zeus one time and Zeus made him work at Camp Half-Blood as punishment. It's totally unfair. I don't see why Dionysus crushing on Zeus's favorite wood nymph means we have to be punished for it, but that's how Zeus saw it apparently.

The time Chiron was gone was spent doing our everyday activities; cabin chores, training, lessons, the usual. I spent a lot of time swimming and playing volleyball with Connor, Annabeth Chase, a twelve year old daughter of Athena, and Luke.

Luke is a super awesome guy. He's one of the oldest counselors at camp, but he's always really nice. He's got this cool scar from a quest he went on and he's got some of the coolest stories. He's also an amazing swordsman, the best at camp.

He plays volleyball with us because he's Connor's brother, and he's close with Annabeth since they came to camp together.

Volleyball is my second favorite activity. I've played it all four years I've been at camp, and Connor likes it too, so we play a lot together.

If volleyball is my second favorite activity, my first favorite is playing guitar. I started playing right after my mom died, when I inherited her acoustic. I play my guitar at the nightly campfire, and sometimes I even write my own songs with it, but I've never played them for anybody but Connor.

Sometimes I feel like I wouldn't make it in the mortal world. As far as demigods go, I don't have the most experience. My notable skills include guitar, bracelet making, volleyball, and annoying Annabeth Chase. When I feel like this, I remind myself that Connor has made it this far, and if he can do it, I'm pretty much in the clear.

The one thing I've wanted my entire time at camp is to go on a quest. I just want one, that's all I'm asking for. Just a chance to go out there and prove that I'm not useless or dainty. I'm not just some guitar playing little girl. I'm a strong eleven year old demigod who can kick some major monster butt.

But any time a major quest comes up, it's given to the older, more experienced campers, or children of the really strong, important gods. Which doesn't exactly include my father. He's good at many things; like looking into mirrors and picking up girls, or driving them away. He isn't exactly the Olympian you'd call on for assistance in battle.

His children are considered much the same. We're the musicians and the poets, the artists of camp. We're the healers and if we're lucky, even the field medics. Every now and then you get an incredibly skilled archer such as my brother Michael. I've made it my life's mission to be as good as him one day, that way I can challenge him to a shoot-off and get to say I beat him.

My ultimate goal in life is to prove everyone wrong about Apollo kids, and prove that I can hold my own around here. One day, I'll have Clarisse shaking in her boots.

I was overjoyed when Chiron came back. I figured he'd come back and tell us some cool stories around the campfire, that he'd tell us about his mission someday. He liked to do that. Anytime he had to leave (which wasn't often), he would come back and tell us stories of what he was doing.

This time was different. When he came back, he looked somewhat relieved but at the same time, unsettled by something. Like he got through a haunted house with no jump-scares and was left waiting for one for days after. It was like the killer clowns and the ghosts all decided to follow him home.

Because soon after Chiron's return came the arrival of a kid named Percy Jackson.

Hey everybody! I'm so sorry sunshine took longer to get out than I was planning. Lots of personal stuff happened in May and June so I had lots to deal with, but here it is! If you want to read all of Sunshine at once I have a Sunshine masterlist on my main masterlist, and I will also be tagging every part with the tag 'sunshine by rae'. Thank you so much for reading! :)

Rae

#pjo #toa #trials of apollo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #chb #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #camp jupiter #pjo oc #daughter of apollo #pjo x oc #pjo x reader #pjoverse #sunshine by rae

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angrygirlromero · 3 months

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OCEAN EYES

Summary: In which the son of the God of thieves, is head over heels in love with the daughter of the sea God.

Warnings: possible grammar mistakes.

Pairing: Luke x daughter of Poseidon x Little brother Percy

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Luke Catellan could remember much more than clearly the first time time he set eyes upon his precious Marella, the way all the campers ran to the Lake to watch the arrival of the God and Goddess of the sea, and in between them was a breathtaking little girl clinging on to her father and mother's hands.

Luke had never seen a goddess before but in that moment Amphitrite looked as if her heart had been torn from her chest, and Poseidon held a serious face. Luke observed from the sidelines next to Annabeth as Mr. D and Chiron went out on the deck to meet then, Chiron bowing his head in pure respect to the God of the sea.

All the campers observed the scene before them, the short exchange of words between Gods, Luke's eyes completely glued to the little girl who stood with pure elegance between her parents, a heartbroken look on her face, causing Luke's heart to pain at her displeasure.

Soon enough the Sea God passed a small bag of some sort to Chiron, as he let out a harsh sigh looking over to his wife who was on the verge of tears, he watched Poseidon fall to his knees before the little girl, stopping for a moment to touch her face before embracing the small girl in a hug, his wife cried next to him lowering herself as well pressing a kiss to her husband's bastard's face, she muttered soft words of reassurance to the girl before her husband gently began pulling her away

The entire camp watched as Mr. D offered the crying girl his hand allowing him to guid her to her Cabin, Luke watched as Poseidon and Amphitrite walked back into the lake, sad looks displayed on both of their Godly faces.

"Hey Luke, are you okay?" asked Percy Jackson his bright blue orbs looking up at him, the same eyes that would look up at him with such love and adoration any other day, as they had been heading towards lunch, "yeah, sorry about that buddy" said the Hermes boy before replacing his emotionless face with his usual bright smile.

"He's probably daydreaming about his precious Ocean Princess" said Chris with a teasing laugh, causing Luke to give him a death glare, "ocean Princess?" asked Percy, "Yeah, actually she's the reason he was late to training this morning" teased the Hermes boy.

Percy gave Luke a look of confusion causing him to sigh, "Marella, she's the daughter of the sea god" explained Luke to the young boy, "She's Poseidon's kid?" asked Percy, "I thought you said Zeus, Poseidon and Hades weren't allowed to have children."

"they aren't that's why they are called forbidden kids, Thalia was the first of them, but when Poseidon found out he felt threatened so he decided to get back at Zeus and he had a daughter as well who he made a gift to his wife" stated Chris, "So if she was gift to Amphitrite how did she end up here?" asked Percy trying to keep up with the older boys pace.

"Zeus found out and thought his brother's actions disrespectful, but when he found out the demigod was a little girl he didn't have the heart to kill her, so he demanded she be taken to camp, Amphitrite begged him not to take her away, but her sadness was more than enough punishment for Poseidon" explained Luke, stopping in his tracks a huge smile forming on his face.

Percy turned his head to look at what he was looking at, there in the water stood a girl, her hips swaying from side to side, her long curly hair passing her lower back swaying with her movements, her hands moving in graceful motions, her writs, ankles, waist and neck adorned with different types of shell bracelets and necklaces, the water around glowed and splashed along side her movements.

"Whoah" breathed out Percy, causing Chris to laugh as he watched Luke walk down to the edge on the lake, standing behind her, Percy observed the small fishes swimming around her following her movements and the soft humming passing her lips.

And soon enough the girl came to a halt slowly turning to see Luke standing there with a stupid grin on his face, Percy was quick to take notice to the way her glowing eyes soon came to a light blue shade, a spitting image of his own.

The new camper watched the girl graceful move her hand out towards the lake signaling for the fish to return to their activities, she smiled at Luke her beautiful dimples forming on both sides of her face causing Luke's heart to race, as she so gracefully made her way out of the water to where Luke stood.

Percy watched the girl raise her hand up to Luke's hight to softly sooth her thumb over Luke's scar, Percy couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his new found friend melt by just the touch of the pretty girl's fingers, she said something to Luke but Percy couldn't hear from his stance next to Chris.

He watched the short girl giggle at something his friend said before the older boy quickly ran over to where some navy blue flip-flops laid on the beach the pretty slippers also adorned with shells, he quickly placed them down for her to put on, before offering her his arm which she accepted with a smile before Luke guided her in their direction.

"He's so wiped" stated Percy, "I know" said Chris his eyes following the pair as they finally reached them, "Ella" greeted Chris doing a playful bow in respect of her, causing her to laugh, "always the jest Chris" she said her thick English accent rolling effortlessly off her tongue.

"Oh Princess, this is Percy Jackson the new camper I was telling you about, the one that killed the minotaur" explained Luke to Marella, "oh yes, the one the Ares kids have been speaking of, it is a true pleasure to finally meet you Percy" she said with a pretty smile.

“I- it’s a pleasure to meet you too, your highness?” Said Percy his mouth hanging open slightly at his lack of words, the girl simply giggled at the boys reaction, “please, just call me Ella these two are simply messing around about the princess thing” explained the girl, “well it’s nice to meet you too Ella”

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The next day after Percy's incident in the bathroom he had gotten up early before his other fellow campers and made his way out to the lake, walking out to the dock Percy soon took notice to the curly haired girl seated to the very end of it with her feet hanging off the very edge into the water.

"Hey" greeted Percy causing her to turn to face him, she beamed up at him, "Good Morning sleepyhead" she greeted patting the empty space next to her, turning back to watch the sun continue to rise.

Percy smiled quickly occupying the empty space, mumbling a small good morning under his breath, "Why are you up so early?" asked the girl swirly her feet in the water. Percy glanced down and his brows lifted in surprise as he was met with the sight of baby tadpoles following her motions in the water.

"I guess I couldn't sleep, um this girl last night, Annabeth she said I was gonna help her win today?" said the unsure boy scratching the back of his head in confusion.

Ella let out a little laugh at his words, "Oh that Annabeth always three paces ahead of everyone" sighed out the ocean beauty before leaning back bracing herself on her palms, "You know her?" asked Percy, "Everyone at camp knows Annabeth she's been here for ages along with Luke, she's led the blue team into victory three straight times" stated the older girl.

"So that's what she was talking about me being on their team?" asked Percy, "Most likely" she responded, "Are you on our team? I'm just guessing because you and Luke seem very close..." rambled the young boy.

Ella chuckled at his words, "No love, I'm not allowed to part take in such sport" she explained, "Because you're a forbidden kid?" "Not really, let's just say if I was allowed it wouldn't be much of a competition" Ella shrugged, "So I'm guessing because there is no other living forbidden children here to compete with me, Chiron asked me quite politely to not take part in it" she explained.

"Oh that makes sense" said Percy take a glance at the girl before turning back to the sunset fiddling with his fingers, "I um have a question and I really hope you don't mind me asking, but Chris told me you were raised by Poseidon and Amphitrite..." Ella took a deep breath before replying, "You wish to know how it happened?" she asked to which Percy quickly nodded.

"When my father found out of Thalia's being he thought her a threat, and felt betrayed by his brother so he decided if Zeus was calling another war, he would also have his warrior. I don't know much of my biological mother but from what my father has told me she adored the ocean and for her dedication and love to it Poseidon gifted her the opportunity to be my mother, and when the time came he took me to Atlantis and there Amphitrite took me and raised and loved me as her own, but when Zeus found out of my being, he found me a threat to his throne, he believed my father was plotting against him, so he banished me here to camp where I am not allowed to go past the border, I am forbidden to see my father but Zeus allows my mother to visit me at least once a year" spoke Ella as Percy listened intently.

"that's not fair, to have you ripped away from your family and home" stated Percy his brows now frowned in sadness, "It does not matter what is fair, the Gods do not care, either ways Zeus was smart to take me away from them, my father has been preparing me to win a war since I took my very first step, and my mother has taught me to rule, Zeus was smart with his actions, besides if I wasn't banished I wouldn't have met any of you guys" smiled the girl which Percy hesitated before returning.

"Come on now little one we must get you breakfast, after all you have have long day ahead of you” said Ella lifting her hand to rub Percy's hair causing him to laugh, maybe he could find his place here after all.

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Ella resigned in her cabin alone as always, a book in hand as she laid on her bed waiting patiently for Luke to come seek her out and tell her all about his win, how she adored to listen to the charming Hermes boy ramble to her about anything and everything, just having the opportunity to look at his handsome face and listen to his attractive voice was more than enough to satisfy her.

Hearing the sound of her cabin door opening she placed her her book down to the side sitting up to face the intruder, "Ella, Chiron is looking for you" spoke Annabeth from the doorway a strange look on her face, "Why, what's the matter Beth?" asked Ella.

"It's Percy he's been claimed" stated Annabeth taking short steps forward, Ella smiled to the Athena girl "That's marvelous news, but what's the matter then Beth?" asked the daughter of Poseidon to the pride of Athena "Ella... he's been claimed by Poseidon, Percy is your brother."

#fyp #percy jackson #luke castellan #annabeth chase #poseidon #amphitrite #pjo series #disney #luke castellan x oc

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