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ac3ofspad3 · 2 days

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note: so hi :) I’m ace and I love pjo! I recently got back into writing so I apologize in advance if it’s bad ✨ I’m just writing to write right now and I’ll be going back to edit later. This takes place after the blood of Olympus, kind of, I will admit I haven’t read the complete series for Apollo yet that’s why it won’t be mentioned. It takes places like a few months after BoO.

note 2: endgame is Clarisse x Aurelia as I love Clarisse and have since I was first introduced to her. For her character I’ll be using the book and tv show combined in a way if that makes sense? From what I got timeline wise and wiki Clarisse is at the University of Arizona and I’m assuming a freshman there???? Correct me if I’m wrong please 🙏🏼 I’m also guessing she’s around nineteen so that’s the age I’m going to be working with for Clarisse.

Word count: 1.8K :) for some reason this amount makes me proud ✨😎

“The first time you caught my eye it was not love at first sight. Instead, a quite curiosity was planted in my chest, and I knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep-seated familiarity into a love so fierce that I would question if I had ever been in love before.”

— Lyra

Scents of lavender, honey, and vanilla filled the room. A room filled with Polaroids that hung on fairy lights, shelves drilled into the wall with books and figurines to line it, and random pieces of art that range from abstract colors to scenes from a battle won but lost. The photos were of tweens laughing in orange shirts and jean shorts with worn-out shoes. One had a scene of a large campfire with large groups of kids surrounding it all talking or singing, another was of a girl taller than the other girl standing next to her with an arm slung around her and spear in the other hand, both were smiling.

The fairy lights shone dimly in the room and lazily blinked once in a while, but it didn’t seem to bother the girl who laid on the bed that was pushed up against the farthest wall from the door. The bedsheets were a sage green with random stuffed animals lining the bed, like a little army of fluff. The girl had her head buried in the pillows while kicking her feet wildly in the air, a small scream left her lips that was muffled by a beige pillow.

“Aurelia?” A soft knock followed before the door opened to show a tall man with dark brown floofy hair, fair skin with little facial blemishes, and glasses that sat crooked on his nose. He was lanky and dressed in slacks, a purple polo, and house shoes. “They won’t leave.”

“What?” The girl looked up with squinted eyes. Her eyebrows raised in confusion and looked over her dad's appearance, he just got home. She slowly sat up her crop top wrinkled, pajama shorts with a random purple stain on the side, and one sock missing. “Who? My friends don’t come over until tomorrow.”

They locked eyes for a good moment while his held urgency hers showed nothing but confusion. The contact was quickly lost when a black and tan corgi broke between the man’s legs and jump onto the bed. His little legs scrambling to find purchase on the sheets as Aurelia quickly helped him. “Cebby!” Glee filled the teens face as she scooped up the furbaby into her arms and rocked back and forth with him. “My baby.”

“Aurelia,” her father urged. He moved out the doorway and tilted his head towards the stairs down the hallways. “Living room, please.”

“Boo,” she mumbled but didn’t put down Cebby. Quickly adjusted her grip on the dog and slid on her fluffy house shoes. She passed her father and made her way down the dimly lit hallway to the spiral staircase that led straight into the living room. The living room housed a comfy oversized couch with pillows and two blankets, two separate loveseats, and a large ottoman in the center that acted as a storage space for movies and a few of Cebby’s toys. The only stand out was when Aurelia took her last step, she locked eyes with stormy grey eyes that she hadn’t seen in about a year and half, almost two. “Oh, shit.”

There were four teens, she recognized three of four. The other girl had choppy brown hair with small braids lining her face and a feather interwoven within her hair, her eyes were captivating with colors from browns to greens to blues, and her style of dress was tomboyish. Aurelia had to blink several times before looking away from the girl. She’s so pretty. “Percy, Annabeth, Will, and strangely beautiful girl,” She spoke with confusion laced in her voice. She careful set Cebby down who ran towards Will and laid on his feet. “Traitor.” She mumbled offhandedly at her dog.

“Piper McLean,” strangely beautiful girl introduced with a smile. Aurelia looked between them all and nodded. Her father appeared at her side shortly after with a frown on his face. Standing side by side it was obvious that Aurelia favored looks from her mother’s side while she got her skin and hair color from her father.

“Cool so names yay, uh why are you here? How did you find me? Also, Will if my dog loves you more than me, I’ll cry,” Will chuckled in reply while he reached down to scratch the dog's head. They had been close friends when she still attended camp, but she hadn’t spoken with him since she left. She only kept in contact with one person, and they haven’t spoken in a few weeks. He shrugged. Percy looked towards Annabeth as if waiting for her to say something and also bent down to pet the dog. “Jackson, touch my dog and you’ll lose the hand. No touchy.”

Percy frowned in disbelief but didn’t touch the dog. He crossed his arms over his chest and sank into the loveseat he sat in with Annabeth. Will sat on the large couch with Piper who rubbed Cebby’s head lightly while sneaking a side glance at Aurelia. Aurelia didn’t mind she just wasn’t that fond of Percy. She will admit on closer inspection of Annabeth and Percy they look tired. Bags under their eyes, fresh scars on the legs and arms from what she could see, and Annabeth’s signature dagger wasn’t on her waist.

“So, Chiron tasked us with coming to get you,” The blonde started off with, a glance towards Aurelia’s father and then to Aurelia. “He wants you to come back to camp. Temporally, I think. He didn’t really elaborate.”

“No.” The tall man answered. His voice was firm as he took a step in front of Aurelia. The room’s atmosphere changed drastically as he stared down at the teens in his living room. “No, she won’t be going with you.”

Anton wouldn’t allow his only daughter who he almost lost go back to Camp Half-Blood, that is a hill he will die on. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He remembered every scream he heard in the night from Aurelia when she had gotten back, every nightmare, and every flinch. He had searched everywhere for a therapist, a demigod therapist, and finally found one in Portland, Oregon. Weirdly enough Tyche had been helpful in that matter as Anton would bother her daily in small prayers or burn food, he knew she disliked. Anything for Aurelia. So, he moved them from Houston to Portland, made a new life and cut off communication with camp. He knew she kept in contact with a girl from there but he didn’t say anything about it, that girl was the reason he would hear his daughter laugh sometimes.

“Sir,” Piper tired but he shot a harsh glare towards her that made her blink in surprise. She looked over at the teenager, but she was hidden behind the older male, and didn’t seem to make a move either. She was hiding Piper realized. Hiding from them. She didn’t say anything else.

“Cebby, come.” The corgi perked up at the firm tone his owner gave a quickly ran from Will’s feet and towards Aurelia. Will looked sad for a moment but then quickly turned to look at Aurelia who had bent down to scoop up the pup. She turned her back to the group and quickly escaped back up the stairs to the safety of her room. The door gave a soft click and the lock slid into place. Anton ushered the group outside and harshly closed the door. They weren’t welcomed there.

“Chiron, her father was firm in the no,” Percy spoke to the Iris message of the camp director. The centaur sighed softly but didn’t look surprised. He expected this. “She didn’t say anything either. Just stood there.”

“She was scared,” Will mumbled. He knew her, and he knew that look. The quick escape was something Aurelia had perfected back at camp when things became to much for her to handle. She would run back to the Hermes cabin or run to the Ares cabin to hide. Will remembered one time Aurelia was confronted by two Hermes kids about something going missing in the cabin and she just stood there. She didn’t get defensive but once they raised their voices she fled. She fled to Clarisse but Clarisse wasn’t here, maybe she wouldn’t have run to her room if she were. “She doesn’t do her own confrontation. She deals with everyone else though.”

Piper looked between her friends with slight confusion. “Why do we need her at camp? No ones really mentioned Aurelia before.” Chiron chuckled and shook his head.

“Oh, they do mention her, but not by name,” he shook his head lightly. “Rabbit’s Foot is what they call her. She’s the camps good luck charm so to speak, she was there during the battle of manhattan and helped turn the odds with her tychokinesis.”

“She can manipulate the fields of chance,” Annabeth said when Piper blinked a few times. “Basically, she can control luck.”

“Aurelia’s the girl to bring to the casino,” Percy said plainly. He got a slightly smack to the back of his head from the blonde and Will laughed. Chiron shook his head. “I’m not wrong!”

“Clarisse,” Will spoke suddenly. Annabeth had a look of realization cross her features as she nodded in agreement only Percy and Piper didn’t seem to understand. “She’s close with Clarisse still. Always has been. She would do anything for Clarisse.”

“Clarisse is in Arizona for University,” Chiron spoke but squinted slightly to his desk at his left side. “I’ll see what I can do about getting in contact with her. Keep trying to convince Aurelia though, I can’t promise Clarisse will be able to go to Portland for about a week or two. Summer break starts soon.”

“Why do we need her though?” Piper asked. She stood from the rickety wooden chair in a motel room they got. The walls had paint peeling and a tv that kept going out. The two beds in the room were comfy from what Will and Percy said when they jumped on separate ones when they first got here. “It was never made clear as to why we’re here for her. Aren’t there other kids of Tyche at camp?”

A murmur of agreement was heard from the other three as well. Chiron said nothing as his face turned stony and slightly pale, he shook his head as he stood from his wheelchair and wiped his hand in the air. He disappeared and left the four demigods in the quiet room with the yellow lights shining on them.

“Well, that was weird.” Annabeth side eyed Percy for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

“We‘ll try again tomorrow.”

#Spotify #pjo fandom #clarisse la rue #annabeth chase #percy jackson #piper mclean #fanfic #pjo oc #daughter of tyche #traumatized child #Aurelia is not okay

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lientjiebok-does-art · 4 months

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Meet Skyler Reyes, daughter of Tyche. She is an inspiration and beacon of hope.

Skyler has many friends at camp and outside it. She can bless those around her with good luck (and that is just the tip of the iceberg) and is a fierce ally on the battlefield. Her true passion lies with animals and their care.

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I finished this sometime back, around June 2023.

Remember always be kind

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson art #oc #oc artwork #pjo #Child of Thyche #tyche #original character #original character art #percy jackson oc #pjo fandom

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anoras · 1 year

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my child (derogatory) is now on the ship with us 😡

#a few sessions ago she had run away from school #so tyche's been TERRIFIED for weeks #turns out she had hitched a ride to find tyche #screaming and crying I love my terrible fictional child #wide open space tag

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atlabeth · 1 month

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true luck's kiss

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of tyche!reader

summary: luke is stuck with a streak of bad luck. what better way to get rid of it than with a child of tyche?

a/n: so this was supposed to come out on st patrick's day but unfortunately im the slowest writer in the world and ive also been doing nothing but watch basketball because we sleep in may. anyways here's a short fluffy blurb because it is getting way too sad in here with my hurricane fics lmao

wc: 1.2k

warning(s): none, this is all fluff. i know crazy coming from me

You grimaced as you pulled the arrow back. Sweat dripped down your forehead and you itched to brush it away, but you ignored the urge as you let out a deep breath.

“Just like that.” Kimia nodded as she stopped behind you. “Perfect angle—now let it fly.”

You did, and the weight lifted off your shoulders once the arrow embedded itself in the center of the target.

“Ending on a bullseye,” she said with a grin. “Great work.”

“Only way to do it,” you said, smiling at her. “Am I a worthy opponent yet?”

She chuckled and patted your shoulder as she moved on. “Maybe one day you’ll be as good as Cabin Seven. Today’s not that day.”

You shook your head with a laugh and took your quiver off your back. “Keep telling yourself that!”

A bow and arrow had become your weapon of choice since the moment you stepped foot into camp, and you’d gotten good over the years—so much so that it was a surprise when your mother claimed you. One day, though, you would get an Apollo kid to admit you were better than them.

You’d just finished putting all your equipment away, and when you turned back, you were met with a mess of brown curls and shining eyes.

“Luke,” you said, pleasantly surprised. “Didn’t know you were in archery today.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I didn’t come here for archery—I came here for you.”

You chuckled as you gestured with your head, and he got the hint as you started walking together. “How forward of you.”

“It’s a living,” he said with a smile. “How was practice?”

“And small talk?” You pressed a hand to your heart and shook your head. “It must be my lucky day.”

Luke’s smile widened as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. “That’s what I came to talk to you about, actually. I do wanna hear about your day, though.”

You shrugged. “It was boring. Killed it at archery, nearly got killed on the climbing wall—I was gonna head back to the cabin to chill for a few hours before dinner, but it looks like you’ve taken that slot.”

He chuckled. “So you are free?”

“I’ve always got some time to listen to Luke Castellan,” you mused. “What’ve you got?”

“I’m cursed,” Luke said.

You stopped in your tracks and looked him right in the eye. “...Cursed.”

He nodded. “I know it sounds stupid, but it’s gotta be true. I mean, nothing is going right for me. I’ve been off my groove with my sword, I’ve lost every canoe race, I nearly burnt my eyebrows off last time I was in the forge, and my team hasn’t won a game of capture the flag this entire month—”

“I know,” you interrupted. “I’m in your cabin.”

“So you know how bad my luck’s been lately!” he exclaimed with a gesture. “It— it was embarrassing, but now it’s just pathetic.”

“You know I can’t fix it, right?” you said wryly. “I’m not my mom.”

“That’s what Annabeth said,” Luke mumbled. “But— but I’ve seen the way you live—you’ve got luck on tap! Your strawberries are always the ripest, you somehow find drachmas on the ground, and your volleyball serves are better than anyone’s.”

“I play varsity back home,” you said. “No luck needed.”

“Still,” he emphasized, “you’re naturally lucky. You’ve literally got it in your DNA, and I’m fresh out of it. That’s gotta be worth something.”

“Not really.” You crossed your arms. “So what do you think I can do about this?”

Luke shrugged. “I dunno. Say something?"

You barely managed to stifle a laugh. “Like what?”

“Pray to Tyche,” he said. “You’re her only kid here—she’s gotta be listening.”

You bit back your smile as you shook your head. “Fine. Just for you.”

“Thank you,” Luke sighed, watching with bated breath as you cleared your throat, closed your eyes, and pressed your hands together.

“Tyche, dearest mother, goddess of luck and fortune—I ask you to shine on Luke Castellan on this day. Smile upon my friend and break his very real curse. If you do this for him, in return, he will do all of my cabin chores for the next month.”

When you opened your eyes, Luke looked quite unimpressed. “Very funny.”

“Feel any luckier?” you asked with a smile as you started walking again.

“I don’t think so,” he said, falling into step with you once more. “Especially because you’re putting conditions in your prayers. I didn’t know we could do that.”

“My mom has a sense of humor,” you mused. “And I also think I might be her favorite.”

“Not all of us have that privilege,” he said wryly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“I think I’ve got it,” Luke said. “How about a kiss?”

Your eyebrows rose, but you couldn’t help showing your amusement. “Now it’s a kiss that’ll break your curse?”

He shrugged. “Like I said—you’ve got luck in your DNA. Maybe you could pass that along.”

“Really,” you said dryly.

“I’ve kinda tried everything,” he said. “A kiss from a lucky and pretty girl is far from the worst option.”

You chuckled. “You really know how to flatter ‘em.”

“I try,” he grinned. “Are you up to it?”

You bit your lip as you looked at Luke. Obviously, he was attractive—you’d always held an appreciation for his curls and the way they would constantly get in his eyes. He cut an impressive figure from constant, year-round training, and he even made the camp shirt look good. And gods, that damned smile got you.

There were worse things than kissing you, and there were certainly worse things than kissing Luke Castellan.

“Alright,” you sighed, taking a step forward. “Pucker up, Castellan.”

Before you could really doubt yourself, you leaned forward and kissed him. You weren’t really expecting to actually… like it.

Your first thought was that Luke’s lips were softer than they had any right to be. Your second thought was that his cologne was the scent always floating around the Hermes cabin. You didn’t really mind, though.

Luke gently put his hand on the back of your head to keep you there, and the moment lasted much longer than you initially planned. You also didn’t mind, though your thoughts were far more muddled than they should’ve been when you finally managed to pull away. He seemed to have a gift for that.

You felt your cheeks flush as you looked at him, not even trying to hide your smile. Turns out kissing Luke Castellan was actually pretty great. “Feel any luckier?”

“Yeah,” he said with a soft grin, his eyes twinkling. You wondered if he had the same thought about you. “Yeah. I really do.”

“I think that means it’s worked, then,” you said.

Luke nodded with mock austerity. “We should probably stick together for the rest of the week, though. Just to make sure this bad luck goes away for good.”

“You might be right,” you said. “And uh— you think you need an extra boost?” You glanced away as you bit back your smile. “Just to be safe and all. To really get rid of this curse.”

“You know,” he drew your attention back to him as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you leaned in closer. “I think I might.”

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #x reader #sadie writes

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losergender · 28 days

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pjo / hoo headcanons i have collected since my hyperfix came back

ignore the huge amount of nico and will. six years after reading the series i'm still obsessed with them </3

nico helps cabin 11 steal candy from the infirmary because everyone knows will can't stay mad at him for longer than 5 minutes

the apollo kids gifted nico a bunch of mythomagic packages after learning he had burnt his collection so he could start a new one. he thought it would not be as exciting but turns out he really really missed collecting them from zero because he had gotten used to getting doubles all the time

on the same note, cabin 7 (and specially will) try to learn to play so he has someone to play with. will and him always exchange doubles and sometimes he sacrifices good cards for mid ones just so will doesn't have a mid deck

nico once got a double perseus card and gifted it to percy

the first times nico played his favorite music to hazel she was flabbergasted by the emo genre but didn't want to be mean so she smiled and said it was "very cute"

leo calls will "güerito"

connor stoll owns a nintendo switch that used to be his and travis' (mostly travis') until he accidentally almost destroyed it and it became only his (the screen has a sepia filter to it, one of the joysticks needs adhesive tape to stay in place, it works slowly and the screen has cracks on it). when he can't sleep (because who in camp half-blood can sleep properly?) he plays pokémon until he falls asleep. he is also a big fortnite and minecraft fan.

lou ellen knows how to do balloon modelling

nico once asked chiara about what has italy been doing the past century and she showed him winx club like it was the most important thing italians did (and it is)

percy and will love teen beach movie

austin lake takes it upon himself to show nico all the music he missed during the past decades + the reason cabin 7 learns nico doesn't know any song from after 1942 is that they invite him to play a letter association game and he opts out because of this (the game is forgotten right after because having him listen to the classics is more important). no one suspected he didn't listen to modern music because 99% of his clothes are band shirts he got from percy and thalia.

will was obsessed with hannah montana / miley cyrus as a child (the climb is his favorite song)

connor didn't go to college with travis because he doesn't know what to study yet but instead he spent the year getting his driver's license

each cabin gets a "call home" day every other few days (initiative promoted by the iris cabin)

children of tyche's fatal flaw is impostor syndrome because they are constantly afraid everything they have is undeserved and just a product of their godly heritage

will's favorite dessert is texan sheet cake , nico's is panna cotta

the aphrodite cabin didn't like that nico was the only one with a personalized camp shirt (they are so done with the color orange...) so they started an initiative to get every cabin personalizes shirts with a representative color voted by the head counselors and their cabins number.

the iris and hermes cabins got together to start a camp half-blood magazine released monthly for year-rounders. they do a gossip section about couples at camp (for which they "hired" a child of aphrodite as their correspondent), interviews to the seven or to popular campers, the athena cabin added a crossword section...

#nico di angelo #solangelo #pjo #solangelo headcanon #pjo headcanon #nico di angelo headcanon #solangelo hcs #pjo hcs #nico di angelo hcs #camp half blood #camp half-blood hcs #connor stoll #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #cabin 7 #pjo hoo toa

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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Hii i loveee your workss do you mind writting a daughter of demeter x frank zhang? I rarelys ee anyone from cabin 4 and i just loveee frank

⋆⭒˚.⋆ frank zhang x daughter of demeter! reader hcs

content: frank zhang x daughter of demeter! reader warning: language author's note: realllll where are the minor gods and goddess??? where are my sleepy hypno girlies??? nike??? tyche, one of my favs?????? gUYS????

yeah, that middle pic, that's frankie giving you kisses as a dragonfly fr fr

plant lover meets animal lover and they become radical activists together lmao

i just know you two be marching the streets together for each other's causes

probs were introduced by hazel, who you knew because she accidently dug up your carrot plot while searching for some precious gem

and hazel, just knowing you and frank would be prefect for each other, set you two up

she was right, you two were like two peas in a pod

when the bees get lazy, you bat your eyes at frank and jut your lip out, begging him to pollinate the strawberry plants because the need it

and he can't say no, ever the sucker for your pretty eyes

and your pretty face

and your pretty lips

and your pretty ass-

wait, what was that last one???

he refuses to be a bee though, too much risk of someone smushing him, so he typically turns into a hummingbird

frank would love nothing more than to follow you around all day and help around your garden

bro fr once turned into a goat because you mentioned that the weeds were getting too tall

grover didn't talk to you for a week after that, because that was his job

you forced frank to apologize with mr. d's old diet coke cans

also, i just KNOW you get all drooly and can't stop staring when you ask frank to help you with the large fertilizer bags

he be throwing them over his shoulder like it doesn't weight fifty pounds and youre getting all weaking in the knees thinking 'when will it be my turn, gods????'

love love loves when he can eat something from your garden

he bragging and leaning over to other people at the table like "you like that cesaer salad? YEAH WELLL MY GIRLFRIEND MADE IT AND SHE'S INSTANTLY COOLER THAN YOU AND-"

while he's not like the best cook in the world, he CAN do it.

and loves to. but only with your grown ingredients

what a sweetheart

def learned his lesson after the first date and will NOT buy you cut flowers

his go to?? veggie plants

i like to think each child of demeter just has that one kind of plant that is tricky for them and always grows in ways they don't want bc life isn't perfect

and yours is tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, carrots

you just can't do it to save your life, always comes out misshaped or just wrong

so frank buys you veggie plants and you let them grow like your a mortal

and then when theyre ripe, you go running to frank and drag him back to your cabin, rambling about fresh homemade pizza

and he let's you drag him, a huge smile on his face

because he couldn't think of a better way to spend his evening

cooking good food that his pretty girlfriend grew to make happen

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #frank zhang x reader #frank zhang

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inmoonsblood · 4 months

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nepenthe: (n) "that which chases away sorrow".

pre tlt-tlo. luke castellan x child of a minor god!reader. 700 words, prologue.

synopsis: time keeps slipping away. luke slips along with it. you were never important enough to care, anyway.

warnings: godly parent of the reader isn't mentioned but is specified to be a minor god. mentions of luke and reader making out, reader is said to be the eldest out of their siblings, kind of toxic situationship between luke and reader. minor book spoilers? (I haven't watched the show yet)

note: i'm writing on tumblr after almost a year and a half, this isn't that gooduprwefjod. this is just a brief intro to the possibility of a bigger series under the same reader, kinda? if it does go ahead, it will be based on the books! idk how i feel about it so far, but I'm always open to listening to feedback!

At Camp Half Blood, there remain a few things you cannot learn, no matter the amount of harsh, gruesome training you’ve gone through.

For those who look for it, every day is a new lesson. For example, capture the flag: every game tells you more about your opponents and allies when you know how to look for it. With every game you start to notice how the Area kids undermine the minor gods in cabin eleven, almost forgetting their existence. You notice yourself clubbed with children of another minor god, despite sharing nothing with them, you notice the way Luke’s expression goes blank and tenses up when he notices that.

So you ask him about it late at night, away from the campfire and chaos, bodies pressed together and hips pressed against each other. He replies by biting on your bottom lip, you retaliate by pulling his hair. The next thing you know, you’re pushed up against the wall and a little over half an hour later you walk into an empty cabin eleven with a purple bruise blossoming on your neck and lips swollen red.

A corner on the room’s floor is dedicated to your siblings and yourself. and you wonder how long Luke will keep it reserved for them—for you. You wonder, will the treatment end the moment this . . . affair between you two ends? How will you explain this to your siblings then? When you finally need to deal with the jealousy that comes with being somewhat special to a counsellor.

So you learn to adapt, to take advantage of those who undermine you, and to make allies with those who understand your strength. It’s not hard getting your siblings to listen to you, after all, you are the eldest with two quests weighing down on your conscious daily, but having that achievement means little to nothing when your godly parent isn’t an Olympian.

You sit down in the corner of the room, knees tucked in your chest and you look around. You have three siblings on your godly side, a diary hidden under Luke’s (because no one would respect your privacy, yet they wouldn’t dare breathe in Luke’s way like that) pillow containing their names, mortal addresses, mortal family’s numbers and blood types noted down. You wonder if Camp Half Blood would have a proper funeral if any of you—not just your siblings, any of the children of the minor gods—died. Would there be a grieving period? Would someone look for you? Would they even call the families you’ve left in the mortal world or would those who care wonder what happened to you all?

No minor god is as important as Olympians and as much as no one says it, you can feel it—you all can feel it.

A child of Nike can win better than a child of Ares, no one gives them the credit of winning, though, it’s always beginner's luck. Camp survives on the magic and mist of Hecate and yet no one, *not one person* appreciates any of her children. Iris is responsible for most, if not all, of the communication at camp and yet no one includes her children in any conversation. Tyche and Hebe’s children are almost as joyful as the Apollo and Aphrodite campers, yet no one smiles or dances with them. The goddess of luck’s children have none here. Nemesis cradles her children, promising justice and vengeance, and Hypnos lulls his kids to sleep, ensuring no nightmares whilst they sleep, unable to do anything to the bullying when they’re up.

Your parent is amongst these minor gods, and whilst they do care slightly more than Olympians do for their kids, you cannot help but be angry. Anger that you know will be spent on the Hermes counsellor, pushing him till he pushes you back, till you’re both breathing heavily into each other’s mouths and till your nails scratch red lines down his back, after all, it’s what you two do to each other.

No conversation, no understanding, no labels. You two are just two teenagers angry at the world for taking their parents away. Nothing else to each other, right?

#( ✸ ) half divinity #( ✸ ) pari's works #( ✸ ) not a request #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🍀 TYCHE: Goddess of Fortune and Luck 🎰

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

When you get claimed, you literally feel like you won the lottery. Which in this case is being claimed by Tyche. Four leaf clovers begin to grow underneath your feet, there is an acorn in your pocket, there are hummingbirds and cardinals flying around you.

“May the odds be in your favour”, these words are either a blessing or words of dread when a child of Tyche says it to someone.

You have at least a lucky item. Every child of Tyche has a lucky item that ranges from conventional symbols of luck or your personal item.

There’s word that items belonging to a child of Tyche are lucky but someone tried to take one without them knowing, and it only brought them really, really bad luck. By the time people figured it out, and they were told to give it back lest the bad luck actually kills them. All tokens belonging to children of Tyche are only lucky if consensually and explicitly given.

On the other hand, the Aphrodite cabin and a few other romantics/literary folks out there do find it absolutely endearing at the story how one time, a daughter of Tyche took a lock of her own hair and gave it to a guy who was about to enter a competition, and won in her favour. It was like something straight out of a story about a medieval lady and her knight.

Fortune favours the bold. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward. You’ll get the luck and the reward, but at what cost? Everyone around you’ll balance you out and get all your bad luck.

I wouldn’t say the Nemesis cabin are your parallels nor are they your enemy or ally. Their mother’s domain is a disruptor of Fortune, bad and good, so Tyche has a connection with Nemesis. How this applies to you will depend, but let’s just say it’s not uncommon to have a child of Nemesis having a presence in your life. They’ll balance out the Luck basically. Which is why the Nemesis cabin is paired with the Tyche Cabin in Capture the Flag; to keep things fair for the other team.

When Palamedes offered the first set of dice that he supposedly invented, and given Tyche deals with chance, it’s not uncommon for you to own a set of dice. It can be a traditional set of dice, but as time goes on, it’s not surprising when children of Tyche start carrying around DnD dice. There is much debate if a child of Tyche is only allowed to carry one D20 ever.

Never play Poker or bet against a child of Tyche. Even if you do play, DON’T BET. It’s a general warning to never bet because it’s not healthy and can be very risky, but against a child of Tyche? Prepared to lose in ways you didn’t know you could even lose.

Children of Tyche often have skirmishes with children of Nike. Who will win? Absolute Luck VS Overwhelming Victory? This also brings in the fact that the Tyche Cabin and the Nike Cabin are to never ever be put on the same team. In the early days post-Titan war, all games and especially Capture of the Flag have been won by them in the most absurd, improbable way ever. Good thing at that coincidence, not only Artemis and Mr. D were watching, but also Hestia during that time because no one expected to see a flying catapult of burning artillery heading straight for the opposing team that was basically like mini meteors. One of said large shrapnels hit the lava wall, which caused a lava spill that headed for the opposing team, and also by extension, also the home team. Percy Jackson had to kick into overdrive using all his power to summon the water to absorb the impact and take out all the fire. The Demeter kids, Dryads and Satyrs were also not very happy, which made Mr. D unhappy. The Apollo cabin is still re-stocking their supplies from the non-lethal casualties. The Athena and Hephaestus cabins are still doing repairs and renovations. Good thing the Tyche children have a lot of money; probably for these reasons.

When you get claimed, you can hear something like the sound of winning the lottery. There are dings, and ringings, while birds are flying around you and four leaf clovers are sprouting underneath your feet. You then saw a girl with fierce almond eyes look at you as she made her way over to you.

“Hi! You must be the new child of Tyche!” she said while approaching you.

“Um, yeah I am! And you are…?” you asked a bit hesitantly.

“I’m Chiara Benvenuti, daughter of Tyche and cabin leader of the Tyche cabin! Nice to meet you!”

You introduced yourself to her as she looked around a bit suspiciously before guiding you away towards a direction, leaning close to you as if to whisper something. You were confused what she was doing before she spoke,

“Do you have a lucky item?” she asked quietly.

You stared at her for a moment before I clicked. “Oh! Oh yeah, yeah I have it. Wait, do all children of Tyche have one?”

Chiara nodded, shaking her charm bracelet. “Yeah, every child of Tyche has a lucky item or an item significant to them that it acts as if it’s a lucky item to others. As cabin leader, I need to tell you to keep a good eye on it or keep it out of other’s hands.”

“Wait why?” you asked as you were approaching the Hermes cabin.

“Back during the early days, when everyone was still adjusting to the minor gods’ demigods, someone once took a child of Tyche’s item, which turned out to be their lucky item. Instead of bringing them luck, it brought incredible misfortune that just got worse and worse and started to affect everyone else. Ever since then, all lucky items belonging a child of Tyche are kept close.”

“Oh…wow” you said as you began to sweat incredibly. “Then uh, I better hurry back to the Hermes cabin then-” you laughed nervously.

“Go, go! I’ll wait for you!” said Chiara, but was laughing though.

You rushed over to the Hermes cabin, some of the native cabin members greeting you and asking you what the hurry was about. Then when you said you were claimed as a child of Tyche and went to get your lucky item, everyone immediately paled and the cabin was in chaos as they were all patting themselves down and were dumping your stuff onto your bed, hands raised up in mercy.

You just stared at them all, realising that the children of Hermes had stolen some of your stuff without your knowledge and you only knew because they were relieving themselves of their stolen work like it was acid because they knew about the children of Tyche incident, that your cabin leader just told you about. You looked at your missing stuff, your bag that actually had your lucky item, before looking at them and slowly said, “Where’s the rest of them?”

Chaos further exploded as the children of Hermes started yelling at the others to relinquish their spoils while some others ran out of the cabin to get the other children of Hermes outside to be extra sure. Bit by bit some of your other stuff came back, but they were very minor things like a chocolate bar or something. Still-

The cabin was still in chaos and you couldn’t help feeling a bit satisfied and giddy at the sight before you. You saw another camper and one you recognized as Damien White, the cabin leader of Nemesis, come in, confused as they carefully navigate between the crowds, just barely missing two campers going at each other when one realised they had stolen the other’s stuff. The two made their way closer to you and you recognized the other camper as your bunk-mate and growing friend, as you both arrived at around the same time.

“What’s going on?” they asked as Damien didn’t seem fazed.

“Oh, I got claimed as a child of Tyche just now and when they found out, they started to giving back my stuff and I may have eluded that some of my other stuff is missing-”

Damien let out a cackle and nodded, as the other camper seemed confused. “Nice” before he gestured to the other camper, “Is this your stuff?” when they nodded, he grabbed it and made a move to leave, “I’ll take your stuff back to the cabin first. Take your time saying goodbye”

You looked at the other camper as Damien walked back into the chaos and out the door. “Wait, did you just get claimed too?” you gaped in surprise.

“Ah yeah, just got claimed by Nemesis” they replied.

“Wow, what are the odds!” you said before the two of you begun to share your experiences with your claim. Eventually with your belongings all accounted for, you bid goodbye to the Nemesis child, promising to catch up later, before bidding the Hermes cabin. You pretended you didn’t see the sigh of relief from them as you giggled. You only made a few steps forward, seeing Chiara first and you went to tell her you were done till you saw her arguing with Damien White. The two were heated as people were watching them.

You went to see what was going on but Damien and Chiara were yelling and arguing with each other so fast, their foreheads practically touching as they were in each other’s face. You stood behind with your stuff, fiddling with it, unsure what to do but at the same time you weren’t that keen in getting whatever that mess was. With the possible thought of a cabin war on the horizon, you steeled your nerves to get in between them until you saw a guy with brown hair and blue eyes touch your shoulder stopping you.

In shock you turned to him as he gave you a sun-filled smile, and your nerves turned hot, before he gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I got this” he reassured before sauntering over with a finely sung hum before clapping to gather their attention with the beat. “Alright you two lovebirds, that’s enough~”

“Who are you calling lovebirds?!” Damien and Chiara yelled and turned their heads towards the boy in perfect synchronization. Their temper immediately peaked and dropped as they blinked and looked at the boy in surprise. “Wait, Lester?”

“Hi! How are my two favourite child of Nemesis and Tyche doing?” greeted ‘Lester’ chirpily.

“What are you doing here?” asked Damien.

“Well, I was here to visit and lo and behold, then I find out you two are arguing with each other as usual. While not an uncommon scene, you two better stop before you worry your new siblings into thinking they have to participate in a cabin war” said Lester with an amused grin. The two cabin leaders blinked in realizaiton before their eyes turned to their respective siblings.

The new child of Nemesis walked over as Damien and Chiara were off being a bit embarrassed as Lester winked at you. “Don’t worry about them. They do this all the time but they hardly hate each other as you might think” he said with a teasing tone, before he looked at the two of you. “But really, the chances of a child of Nemesis and child of Tyche being claimed on the same day and being so close to each other…I have a feeling the two of you could be a great pair.”

“Wait, why?” you asked confused.

“Nemesis is a disruptor of fortune, bad and good, and Tyche is connected with Nemesis because of it. As you can see,” he gestured to your cabin leaders, “This also extends to their children.”

“Wait, how do you know this for sure? Who are you?”

“Ah, I forgot my manners. “My name is Lester Papadopoulous, nice to meet you.”

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