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𝖨𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part two || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: the killing of a monster?, character death, crying, some blood mentions & stabbing (not inflicted against us!)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: sally & reader’s mom (jessica) are lovers bcs GENUINELY FUCK GABE (hate his ass), reader & grover has a sibling bond, hard cold angst, sad angsty beginning, reader’s mom actually dies 🥲, reader’s emotions control the weather, very sad!reader, kinda depressed!reader, reader in denial, MAJOR character death, reader is kinda a girlboss, kinda!dark!reader x always!clueless!percy, vengeful!reader, reader is OUT for blood (specifically the Minotaur)

summary: secrets are liable to make or break the jackson-matthews family until they result in dangerous situations, nearly escaping from death…well nearly most of them managed a safe recovery.

word count: 2.7k+

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author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl! also i have a faceclaim for reader’s mom, jessica matthews is portrayed by candice patton.

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

So when Sally had to move again, your mom didn’t ask questions and instead packed your bags, placing them in the car and driving to the airport. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

With everything going on, with the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children.

It was a rainy day, you and Percy had just been expelled from Yancy. Nancy bullied your brother so you reacted like how any big sister would and punched her before she flew into the nearby fountain, completely drenched in water. That little defense mechanism got both you and your little brother expelled from Yancy indefinitely as you two took a train back to your parents’ apartment.

You two apologized profusely to your moms, but they remained nonchalant, telling you two to pack a bag because you were visiting your residential cabin.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong and you felt it in your gut as soon as you stepped foot into the unkept cabin. From the moment your mom became sorrowful and honest, retelling the story of how she met your father, you knew something was up. Sadly, you just didn’t know that it’d be life-changing for you both.

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and your mom, Sally, went to open the door. It was Percy’s bestfriend, Grover. He was soaked from the rain and began to blabber on to your moms, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“Grover…” Percy speaks, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

Doubled in confusion when Grover, Percy’s best friend was also your satyr protector, dedicating to getting both of you at Camp Half-Blood safely. When your mothers’ actually revealed the truth about your father’s real identity, you were appalled, to say the least. You assumed he was a deadbeat and couldn’t care less about his kids, and you were absolutely right. Only now his identity expanded in further detail, making him out to be a god, one of the most powerful gods there ever was. Therefore making you and Percy, forbidden children in both worlds, are continually being hunted by monsters, who strive to see your demise.

“Do you believe this, Y/N?” Percy turns to you, mouth open in bewilderment.

“Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You truthfully spoke.

“Did you know I’m 24?” Grover asked you innocently.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

Grover winces, staring back at the two adults in the car, “Out of curiosity, what exactly did you tell them?”

“We were getting there!” Your moms shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mom, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her own tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mom, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me.” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

“Hold up, is Y/N doing that?” Percy quietly asks Grover.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it meant my mother is coming back, to me, to home.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore and yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond back, despite being in extreme denial.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw your moms, one died in your arms and the other sacrificed herself for her children’s safety.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same expression on his face. You were going to avenge your mothers, and you didn’t care if you died trying. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will.

The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mum would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

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not the theme(blog look) being my favorite color bae😭

what can i say~ i got that ‘reading minds’ rizz 😚

#𓏲 📨 ࣪˖ 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 #꒰ 💌 ⋮ 𝗓𝗈𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 ꒱#f4riedimples 💚

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YA’LL MY WIFEEE JUST POSTED ANOTHER BANGER ‼️‼️

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 | 𝘤. 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘦

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of iris!reader

masterlist

:p inspired by that one homer quote and this post

word count - 2.7k

clarisse la rue was a daughter of ares. everyone knew this. she embodied the stereotypical child of war. the type born in battle and thinks peace is an illness. she was vengeful and blood-hungry, and to other people, she was filled with hatred.

you were a daughter of iris. naturally bright and good-spirited, you presented yourself as well-mannered and cheerful to everyone you met. a smile always graced your features, as you were the first to greet any new campers. you were the ultimate “people person.” or as others would call you” “the ultimate people pleaser.”

you didn’t have flashy powers or unique talents like other gifted kids at camp. while others trained in combat or pushed the limits of their abilities, you and your siblings talked. communication is key within cabin 14, given that iris is a messenger of hera.

you aren’t one of the artists in your cabin. iris is goddess of the rainbow, so some of your siblings are blessed with color theory and design. not you, though. you talked. you chatted, gossiped, jibber-jabber, tittle-tattle, the works. you were well-liked among campers, but some had suspicions that you were a loudmouth, among other things.

clarisse la rue didn’t like you. she didn’t like most iris kids. her excuse was that they were too cheerful; they had to be hiding something. but for some reason, she hated you more than most. you didn’t know why; you had always been sweet to her. you were always sweet to everybody.

but she hated you. for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint, she didn’t like you. she couldn't stand you for as long as you remember knowing clarisse. you wanted to know why. how could she not like the most likable person at camp? but then again, how many reasons does a person need? even now, you tried to justify her hatred for you. you convinced yourself she had to have a good reason.

you were talking to your brother, butch. who, for being a son of iris, is very violent. he takes his divine lineage very seriously and acts brash to anyone who insults it. unfortunately, leo valdez, son of hepheastus, was one of those victims.

“and then he called me “rainbow pony dude”! are you trying to torment me?” butch yelled from the side of the archery field. causing most of the campers to shoot the two of you disapproving looks. you lent them an apologetic smile while your brother continued to talk your ear off about leo.

someone caught your eye. and you caught hers. a certain girl. no matter how often you smiled at her or engaged in sweet, small talk, you still couldn’t sway her to like you. it would be your life's biggest regret if you were to die like this. you would reside in the fields of asphodel with this root tying you down. she glared at you, rolled her eyes, and walked to the arena.

it filled you with anger.

“okay, did you see that?!” you exclaimed, cutting off butch from whatever he was saying. “i don’t get it! i’m so sweet to her, the sweetest to her, and she still hates me!” you threw your arms up in frustration. your brother laughed at your outburst as your limbs came crashing down to your sides.

he chuckled some more, “clarisse la rue hates everyone. it’s kind of her brand, y/n.”

“okay, but you have to admit she clearly hates me more than most.”

butch scratched his head, considering your point. "yeah, maybe she does. but you know what? that's her problem, not yours."

you sighed, "i know, i know. it's just so aggravating, you know? i wish she could see i'm not like whatever frilly, goodie-too-shoes image she has of iris's kids."

butch nodded sympathetically. "i get it. you've got plenty of people here who appreciate you for who you are.”

you managed a small smile, "thanks, butch.”

he grinned back at you. "that's what big brothers are for, right?"

feeling a bit better, you both resumed your conversation, the incident with clarisse momentarily pushed to the back of your mind. after all, plenty of other campers needed your bright personality and friendly demeanor. and maybe, just maybe, someday clarisse would come around, too. until then, you'd keep being yourself and spreading positivity wherever you went.

you collided with someone in the strawberry field. one of your sisters wanted “naturally dyed watercolor” for her latest art endeavor, so you volunteered to gather some organic dye. your apology tripped out of your mouth out of instinct. looking up, you wished you hadn’t apologized so quickly and looked so stupid.

before you, for some reason, in the strawberry field, was the daughter of ares. clarisse la rue. the one who hated you as her life depended on it. her eyes scanned you up and down before she rolled her eyes and moved to walk away.

that was your last straw.

“what did i do to you? why do you hate me so much?” you practically shouted. clarisse snapped her head over her shoulder and glared at you. but you stood unmoving in your place, shaking in your boots. you watched her mouth open.

this was the moment you had been anticipating. finally, you would understand her. you would finally know what you did to make her dislike you as much as she did. finally, you would understand her distaste for you.

“because,” she deadpanned and began to walk away again.

you were fuming.

“are you serious?! that’s it? that’s why you hate me so much?!” you erupted. “because” isn’t a response, la rue. that doesn’t fix the situation! just tell me what i did, and i’ll brainstorm a solution, but you’re the only one in this camp who doesn’t like me, and i need you to tell me why!”

“how many reasons do i need? i don’t like you,” she replied simply as if it were common knowledge as if you were agitating her even more by asking. what you said next came from so deep in your soul that it made everything else you had ever said feel like a lie.

“hating me won’t make your dad love you, y’know!”

you said it before you had a chance to think. the words ran past your lips before your better judgment could bite them back. but now they were out there, running past her ears, etching their way into her brain.

clarisse la rue was a daughter of ares. everyone knew this, you especially. and like all children of ares, she thought peace was an ailment.

the sore ache that reverberated through your skull was a shock. the throbbing of your nose was unavoidable but quickly forgotten when clarisse landed a solid kick to your shin. you collapsed to the floor, hand cupping your nose to prevent blood from spilling onto your clothes, and an arm wrapped around your leg in a sad attempt to soothe the pain.

you heard distant yelling and the soft thuds of people running around. you heard your sister's voice—maybe, but you aren’t entirely sure. suddenly, you were being helped up and walked to the infirmary. the apollo children reset your nose and iced your shin to ease the pain.

“you told her what?!” your sister exclaimed, storming into the infirmary.

“i may have told her hating me won't make her dad love her. sorry, not sorry,” you explained. though you had begun that conversation with the intention of forming bonds, it ended with more tension than before.

as you lay in the infirmary, nursing both your physical injuries and the sting of the confrontation, you couldn't shake the gravity of your words to clarisse. it wasn't like you to lash out, especially not with such a personal jab. but something about her persistent animosity had chipped away at your usual composure.

despite the pain, your mind looped back to the exchange, replaying it repeatedly like a broken record. what had possessed you to say such a thing? it wasn't your style to attack someone's vulnerabilities, especially not one as sensitive as their relationship with their parent. yet, there it was, spoken in the heat of the moment.

as you rested, your thoughts became increasingly consumed by regret. regret for the words spoken, regret for the escalating tension between you and clarisse, and regret for the potential fallout within the camp. you knew your outburst hadn't solved anything; if anything, it had only deepened the divide between you.

days passed, and tensions within the camp seemed to ease somewhat, though the rift between you and clarisse remained palpable. every time your paths crossed, there was a tangible tension in the air, a silent reminder of the words exchanged.

your friends and siblings noticed the change, and they often tried to intervene or at least keep you separated, knowing how explosive the situation could become. but despite their efforts, the animosity between you and clarisse seemed to escalate with each passing day.

one evening, during a campfire gathering, tensions finally reached their breaking point. you were sitting with your friends, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of your fellow campers, when clarisse strode into the clearing, her expression stormy as ever.

you could feel the collective tension rise as she approached you, followed by her brother, every step deliberate and filled with hostility. the air crackled with anticipation, and you could see sparks flying between you.

clarisse stopped in front of you without a word, her gaze burning into yours.

“say it, clarisse,” her brother slammed a hand on her shoulder. the girl recoiled slightly at the contact, giving him the stink eye but soon returning her attention to you.

you held your breath, waiting for whatever confrontation was about to unfold. but instead of launching into a verbal tirade as you expected, clarisse surprised everyone by extending her hand toward you.

for a moment, you were too stunned to react. but then, slowly and cautiously, you reached out and took her hand in yours. it was a tentative gesture, but it spoke volumes in the silence that followed.

"i'm sorry," clarisse said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “i've been unfair to you."

you were speechless. clarisse la rue, apologizing to a daughter of iris.

"i’m sorry, too. i shouldn’t have said what i said. we don't have to be enemies, clarisse. we can try to understand each other, maybe even be friends," you suggested with a shy smile. the ares girl nodded and dropped your hand, beginning to walk away.

she left you there with her brother.

“she is sorry, y’know,” he began. “she didn’t mean to lash out at you. it’s just… complicated.”

from that day forward, things slowly began to change between you and clarisse. it wasn't easy, and there were still moments of friction and misunderstanding, but you both made an effort to move past your differences and find common ground.

as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, you found yourself forming an unexpected bond with clarisse, one built on mutual respect and understanding. you discovered that despite her tough exterior, she had her own insecurities and fears, just like everyone else. and in turn, she came to appreciate your kindness and unwavering optimism, seeing it as a strength rather than a weakness.

you sat side by side, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink; you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected bond that had formed between you. the talk that had sparked was different from your usual banter. this was an actual conversation about an intriguing topic.

“it doesn't scare you? we’re demigods, y/n. we’re practically destined to die,” clarisse spoke with genuine confusion and a tinge of anger. how could you not see eye-to-eye on something like this?

one thing most demigods could agree on is that your existence means close to nothing to your parents. your lives are fleeting and, more often than not, end violently. but even with the soul-crushing truth, you still find a way to make light of it.

“nah, i’m not scared,” you explained. “if we really meant nothing to our parents, why would we exist in the first place?” you snuck a glance at the ares girl beside you. her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, dissecting every word you uttered to find some truth in them. she wanted to believe you, but her twisted understanding of her life kept her from it.

“for the fun of it?” clarisse suggests. “the rush of a new partner, not caring for the consequences of their affairs since they have no obligation to be in our lives. they don’t care for us; they help when it’s convenient. it takes some kids years just to be claimed. shouldn’t that be evidence enough? they don’t care.”

you shrugged, acknowledging the brunette's perspective. you appreciated her bluntness, even if it stung a little.

"maybe," you concede, "but i like to think there's more to it than that. sure, they might not always show it in the ways we want or expect, but i believe there's some kind of connection there, even if it's buried under layers of divine indifference."

clarisse scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "connection? please. they throw us into a world filled with monsters and chaos and then expect us to fend for ourselves. if that's their idea of connection, i'd rather not be connected at all."

you sighed, understanding her frustration. being a demigod, constantly caught between two worlds, and never feeling quite at home in either wasn't easy. but despite the hardships, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something worth fighting for, something beyond the struggles and the pain.

"maybe you're right," you admitted, "but the way i see it: it’s what homer said, ‘the gods envy us, they envy us because we are mortal. any moment might be our last. everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again.’ or something to that extent.

clarisse rolled her eyes, but you could see a flicker of doubt in her expression. maybe, your words had struck a chord with her, planting a seed of hope in her heart amidst the darkness that often consumed their world.

“you say that because your mom’s iris, you’re bound to be optimistic,” she snarled, her tone sharp with bitterness. "but not all of us have goddesses of the rainbow for mothers. some of us are born from war, from bloodshed. our existence is a constant battle, not some poetic tragedy."

you nodded, acknowledging her point. "i dunno, i admire ares in a way. i know we’re taught to fear the chaos and bloodshed he’s associated with, and the title of “the most hateful god,” we’re taught athena’s the wise one, the better choice."

clarisse did nothing but listen.

“but athena doesn't come when i’m asking for justice. she turned medusa into a gorgon and then helped perseus kill her even though medusa was once her most loyal priestess. your father may not be meticulous, reasonable, or cautious sometimes, but he doesn’t forsake his people.” you turned your head to look at the brunette, who was still staring off at the sunset.

“he holds onto his ideals and gives strength to the righteous. i think that’s something to admire.”

clarisse's expression softened as she listened to your words, a hint of contemplation replacing the usual hardness in her gaze. she shifted slightly as if grappling with the conflicting emotions stirred by your perspective. clarisse regarded you with a mix of frustration and begrudging respect. "fine, maybe you have a point," she conceded, albeit reluctantly. "but don't expect me to start reciting poetry anytime soon."

you chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "fair enough," you replied. "just promise me you'll keep an open mind. maybe one day you'll find beauty in the chaos, just like homer said."

clarisse's expression softened, the hard edge in her eyes momentarily fading. "yeah, maybe," she muttered, almost to herself. and for a brief moment, as you looked at her, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd come to see the world in a different light.

clarisse la rue was a daughter of ares. everyone knew this. but maybe now she would learn: to not mistake peace for boredom

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i finally changed my blog, doo you guys like it?? 👀👀

anyways my clarisse angst is coming out later (the time i’m uncertain, but it’s FOR SURE being published tonight)! i’m just proofreading it right now!

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Hi! I was wondering if you would like to be friends? Totally ok if not❤️

ofc ml i would LOVE to be friends with you 💕

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guys i’m also thinking of changing my username!

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guys i need y’all help!!

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guys guys guys!!! i have an announcement. my two part series might come out today!! that second part (the one with clarisse) is almost about 6.8k+ words!! 😌!!! soooo stay tuned and see if i’ll actually stay true to my word this time 🤞🏾!! or maybe the angsty oneshot will get published today and the fluffy one will get published tomorrow!! 🤷🏾‍♀️

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(𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢.) 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐣𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

content summary: foreshadowing luke’s death, luke is NOT catching a break i swear 😭💀, shading of percabeth, sassy!clarisse, overdramatic!clarisse, y/n is pining over clarisse (RIGHTFULLY SO), clueless!clarisse, offended!percy, y/n coming for chris’ NECK, y/n is ABSOLUTELY brutal towards chris

helping palestine 🇵🇸

masterlist

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven

likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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The girl who started the Vibranium strap trend is back with new fics !!!😭

omg i zoomed over to her blog once i saw this!! 😭😭

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⩩get attacked!! 🍥: send this to other bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going! ⸺🍡

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I have brainrot of one specific senerio and ima dump it on you.

So basically it’s just Robyn has an online gf and to her dismay she transfers to her school by a random mention like “Oh yeah btw I changed schools.” And then Robyn is panicking because she doesn’t know how to tell her they now go to the same school.

omg i ABSOLUTELY love this idea!!!

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Context: You and Clarisse have a complicated relationship, you both are friends with benefits and " don't " have feelings for one another. Untill one night Clarisse realizes how she really feels for you

Tonight was the camp bonfire, Chiron and Mr.D turning a blind eye to the kids and staying in the big house all night long.

You sat on your vanity in the Aphrodite cabin with your half sister Silena doing your hair.

" So what's going on with you and Clarisse I see the looks you give each other? " Silena asks you looking at you through the mirror.

" Nothing, we just makeout and stuff and she claims she has no feelings for me what so ever and doesn't need a relationship " You tell Silena rolling your eyes.

Silena finishes up your hair and pushes it over your shoulders " Screw her I know a certain Hermes boy likes you " she says in a sing song voice. Immediately you look up at her turning around " Who? Who? Who? " you ask smiling.

" Luke, he's always staring at you " Silena tells the girl handing her lipgloss. You put on the lipgloss and look down at your outfit, a cute denim skirt and a light pink tube top and pink boots. You and Silena walk down to the bonfire hand in hand and looking around at all the dancing, talking demigods.

You spot Luke leaning against a tree staring at you and you look at him before looking at Silena " I'm going to go with pretty boy I'll see you later " you tell your sister before walking towards the tall curly haired son of Hermes

You look up at him and smile " Hi Luke " you tell the boy. He looks down at you and grabs your hips with his hands " Hi pretty girl " he says to you.

You go on your tiptoes and kiss his lips, he immediately kisses back sliding his tongue in your mouth. He picks you up and sits down on a log with you in his lap kissing his lips.

ꕥꕥꕥꕥ

Clarisse walks to the bonfire in between her siblings laughing at some joke until she spots you. She glared at you and Luke who were making out in-front of everyone not a care in the world.

All that she could think about was how You were hers, she liked you and wanted you, she didn't want to see someone else kissing what was hers.

Clarisse storms up to you and Luke and pulls you off of him grabbing your wrist and dragging you away into the woods. You try and take your wrist out of her grasp but she dosnt let you.

She pushing you against a tree her hand above your head, towering over you. " What the hell are you doing with Luke? " Clarisse asks you anger laced into her voice.

You look up at her biting your lip trying not to show how flustered the girl got you.

" I don't know why you care, you said you don't like me " You tell her a sudden confidence taking over you.

She looks down at you grabbing your waist with her other hand squeezing it hard enough you know it will leave a mark.

" You're mine Y/n. I never want to see someone else so much as touching you ever again " she tells you. " I like you okay. Your mine, my girl

and if you didn't know that before you know it now " she adds.

You look up at her smiling " I'm yours, I like you too you know " you tell her.

She smirks at you and kisses you hard before pulling away " So you're my girlfriend now or what? " she asks.

" Of course I am dummy " You tell her rolling your eyes before grabbing her by the back of the neck kissing her again.

She kisses back before kissing down your neck sucking on your sweet spot making you moan. She smirks and flattens her tongue on the now purple mark smirking. She misses down your neck her leg in between your legs before pulling away from your neck and looking down at you " Let's go back to the bonfire Luke needs to know your mine now " Clarisse tells you before grabbing your waist and the both of you walk baf to the bonfire.

Luke looks at you and Clarisse with his eyebrow scrunched confused.

Clarisse makes sure to sit right in front of Luke and she pulls you onto her lap and kisses you with tongue while Luke watches. He got up and went straight to his cabin butt hurt.

" You're mine Y/n " Clarisse whispers in your watching as Luke ran away like a kicked puppy.

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