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xztloux · 3 days
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↳˗ˏˋ Percy Jackson ˊˎ˗ ↴
▸ content warnings: injury? Swearing (like one swear word)
▸ summary: percy is a frequent guest at the medical hut.
▸ A/N: my first pjo fic and writing in like months 😭
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Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, was a frequent visitor at the medical hut at camp where you so happened to volunteer. Percy would come in at least once a day saying he had a headache or stomach ache etc, anything really. And every time he’d walk in, he’d have this stupid grin plastered on his face.
Right now you were helping another kid with his bloody nose since they thought it was a good idea to square up to Clarisse. It wasn’t. You told the kid to just rest for a bit as you walked away but you were stopped in your tracks when you saw an oddly happy Percy. “Hi” Percy said with a giddy smile, you looked at him surprised, he had an actual injury this time. “You sit over there..” you chuckled slightly as you pointed over to the bed. You grabbed a wet cloth to help with the bleeding. “So, who’d you piss off now?” You giggled slightly as you applied pressure to his nose. “Nobody just training..” Percy replied his voice slightly distorted from the pressure you put on his nose.
Now, that wasn’t the truth. Training hadn’t given him a bloody nose. What actually happened was, he was in such deep thought trying to think of ways to fake being injured when he walk face first into a wall. Like. An. Idiot. As you fixed up his nose Percy couldn’t help but admire you. You looked so breathtaking in that moment. It would take a fool to see that Percy wasn’t head over heels for you. Eventually you managed to stop the bleeding. “There you go.” You smiled putting the bloody cloth down. “Kiss it better?” Percy joked before immediately regretting it, he didn’t know where that confidence came from.
What surprised him even more was the fact that you actually did it. You leant down slightly and gently kissed the bridge of his nose. You saw him blushing profusely, it was quite amusing in all honesty. “What? You asked for it..” You said as you giggled playing innocent.
It was safe to say Percy would be walking into more walls if he meant he got a kiss from you..
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I would like to request a oneshot of clarisse x fem reader where they are rivals, but during one of Dionísio's children's parties, a small "slip" occurs (kissing and making out sessions fr) and reader ends up waking up in the morning in clarisse's bed and reader doesn't remember anything.
If you don't want to do this that's fine!
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- mistakes were made -
Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader
An - i do Write every request fun-fact except for a select few but yeah it’s normally in order unless I get Like such a good one I have to write it right then and there BUT! It’s almost always in order of request 😻😻‼️ anyways request more I’m loving them all
An Pt 2 - im having writers block ☹️
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Did you think you were going to be here.. no. But we’re you complaining. Also no..
You were sitting off the edge of a cliff with clarisse while capture the flag happened behind you. Her hands on your hip while yours were pinned by her waist helping you both lean on one another.
Just exchanging soft slow kisses neither saying a word. You pulled away only slightly hiding your face in her neck embarrassed. Since you first arrived at camp you both had this un-natural rivalry, from athletics to academics and beyond.
However after a month ago you both haven’t been able to keep your hands off one another. Finding every excuse or situation to be alone, though nobody knew about your secret makeouts, and no one would.
Some ares kids in the distant started shouting for clarisse bringing you both back to earth. With a heavy sigh she pulled away from you. Standing up she started to grab her spear and helmet.
Following her lead and grabbing your weapons you had started to zone out once again thinking about what you were doing. Jumping some clarisses arms snakes around your waist. “Your gonna be at the party tonight right?” She asked kissing your cheek softly.
“Yeah, im showing up with silena” you closed your eyes and leaned back slightly into her. Clarisse Just hummed in Response. “Great… I’ll see you then” she let you go but not without slapping your ass one good time. Before you could yell at her she was already running off to catch up with her siblings.
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Standing around near a tree the party quickly got more and more chaotic. Chiron was long gone not really caring as to how or why he left, Mr. D the man who the party was for also had left most likely due to not liking being around all the campers.
With the littles away and in bed the Hermes cabin quickly broke into the dispensary and spiked the punch. One thing you knew was demigods and alcohol don’t mix well.
Your friends all gone and left with some guy or girl into the woods to do what only the gods could judge them for. Finally having enough of being alone you walked past the bonfire, grazing against clarisses shoulder as you did before heading towards the table.
Taking a seat towards the end of the table you swung your legs back and forth just trying to find something to enjoy.
“It’s improper to sit on a table” clarisse spoke making you jump as you hadn’t seen her follow you. Sarcastically sighing you pushed her back by hitting her arm.
“Shut up I’m resting my legs” you chuckled, the effects of the alcohol causing you to be more favorable towards her. After a moment you brought your head up watching as clarisse just leaned on the table beside you watching the kids around. “What are You doing?”
“People watching” she nonchalantly shrugged. “Him, Chris how much you want to bet he has a crush on the new Athena kid” clarisse moved closer to you trying hard to be sly though you saw right through her act, but you played along and leaned into her as well.
“Maybe” You Hummed. “What about Luke who do you think he likes” looking up you admired her gentle eyes, even if clarisse wanted to deny it when her face was calm she looked ethereally beautiful.
“Nobody im telling you that man would rather die than let anyone hit” she rolled her eyes with a smile, turning her head to look down at you she didn’t bother hiding her sarcastic grin.
“Well I guess I’m glad your not like him” everything in the background went semi silent as the small gap between you both closed.
Your lips softly touched one another’s. The first kiss was slow and gentle, your lips barley grazing over one another. Though it only lasted a moment before clarisse placed her hand on the side of your face deepening the kiss. The faint taste of alcohol on her lips, contrasting her subtle cologne. Pulling apart from her you quickly noticed campers looking over whispering and running off most likely to tell their friends, clarisse noticed aswell.
“Fuck.. let’s just get out of here” she muttered helping you off the table and walking towards the cabin. Your hands laced together as she dragged you through the woods, the occasional her yelling at one of her siblings that seemed to be going in the same direction.
Once in the cabin everything happened in small blurs that you could only semi remember. You sitting onto Clarisses bed, her Kissing you, You on her lap, your shirt on the ground and lastly where you currently were heavily making out with the daughter of ares while she grabbed at every inch of skin that she could.
Tangling your fingers into her curls you tilted your head, pressing your body closer if you could. Her tongue finding its self into your mouth while she helped shift you on her lap by your thighs.
Breaking away for a breath of air you kept your face close to hers. “Wanna like, hangout or something” she breathlessly panted.
“Sure” You mumbled quickly kissing her again.
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Sitting up you rubbed your forehead, the after affects from the alcohol last night hitting you like a hurricane. Running a hand through your hair it took only a moment for you to realize that you in-fact were not in your bed.
Actually you weren’t even in your cabin. Looking around frantically you soon realized you were in the ares cabin, bringing your eyes down you saw clarisse peacefully sleeping with an arm on your waist.
With a slight frown you laid back letting out a deep sigh. Turning your head to the side you just watched as the normally angry girl was calm for once.
Not remembering exactly what happened last night bothered you some. But cuddling with clarisse was a worth it bargain.
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asvterias · 2 days
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𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾
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dior goodjohn masterlist || summer’s version || robyn’s version
warnings: just minor cursing!!
pairings: clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (neutral cabin)
genres: very clingy!clarisse x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!clarisse, wholesome fluff between clarisse’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by clarisse’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, clarisse is VERY DOWN for reader, camp half blood does have internet service & the teen campers own phones, overall sweet aching fluff
summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.
word count: 3.1k+
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author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.
Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)
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‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of camp.
Clarisse’s mom was a single parent and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family, who had later married Carter Williams. Her mom, Irene, and stepfather, Carter had three younger daughters, assuming they were twins named Kayla and Maya, now 13 years old, and Jada, now 10 years old.
Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Clarisse alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.
By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Irene never singled you out, you were her eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Clarisse’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years. You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially Jada, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. Jada loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite.
Later that same day, the La Rue family was arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.
“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Carter bargained with his daughters.
“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Clarisse.” Maya sarcastically replies.
“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Carter warns.
“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” Jada shouts at Maya.
“Language, Jada!” Irene chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.
“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” Maya taunts.
It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path
When you’re good as gold
“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” Maya points out. “Or did I only see Clarisse’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”
“Shut up, you little snitch,” Clarisse flings the mixing spoon in Maya’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”
“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”
“Yeah, it is a crime,” Kayla chimes in, crossing her arms, “It’s called stealing,”
“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”
“Ehh not really,” Maya shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”
“But I locked the door!”
“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!”
“Mom!” Clarisse yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”
Irene looks at the triplets, “Girls, it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”
“Me! I never participated in such activities,” Kayla defends herself, “That was all Maya and Jada.”
“Jada, you were in on too?”
“Like I said I got bored and called Jada,” Maya grinned.
“Jada!” Clarisse shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.
“Sorry, Maya was very convincing.” Jada murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Clarisse just manifesting?”
“The truth comes out once and for all,” Kayla laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.
‘Cause when you know, you know
When you’re old, you’re old
“Shut up Kayla!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.
“Don’t tell Kayla to shut up!” Maya exclaims.
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“But Y/N can!” Maya concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Clarisse up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”
“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” Kayla teases you, nudging your side slightly.
You paid no attention to Kayla’s comment, eyes glued on Clarisse as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.
“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.
“Nothing important,” Clarisse dismissed with a wave of her hand.
“Nothing important,” Maya mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”
“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Clarisse fiercely glares at Maya, “Mark my words!”
“Wow, I’m so scared,” Maya rolls her eyes.
“Imma show you scared, alright,” Clarisse began to venture towards Maya but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Carter keeps his grip strong, stopping Clarisse’s actions of attacking her younger sister.
“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Carter suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. Maya stuck her tongue out, spurring Clarisse’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip. You could tell that Clatisse was restraining from using her demigod powers against her stepfather.
“That’s a good idea!” Irene agrees, clapping her hands.
Clarisse’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Clarisse made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Clarisse and Maya were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.
Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Clarisse hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.
Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table
“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”
“Why should I? You clearly love it.”
Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.
“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“
“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”
“So will you let me focus?!”
You thought so; it was worth a try.
“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”
“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.
“Stop being so sappy!”
“Never!”
One that makes me sing
In a minor key
She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.
To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the La Rue household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Clarisse didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.
Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.
After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Clarisse sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.
The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Clarisse with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.
“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.
“Me too.”
There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Clarisse wanting to be your future wife.
That innuendo Maya had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Clarisse, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.
‘Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know
Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Clarisse wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.
So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.
“Wanna ditch my family?” She whispers in your ear. Her question pulls you from your train of thoughts and you blankly stare at her.
“Your mom will notice.” You inform her.
“No, she won’t,” Clarisse disagrees, shaking her head, “C’mon let’s go.”
Hesitantly you accept her hand, following her lead as you two sneakily get off the couch. You two were so close yet so far away.
“Clarisse La Rue, sit your ass down. You’re not ditching us to go makeout with your girlfriend, Y/N.” Her tone was cold and demanding, stopping you both in your tracks. Irene must have that freakishly third mother sense.
“Nice try,” you patted her back, gesturing to her to sit down as she groaned in defeat, crawling back into your embrace.
Clarisse winces, “It was worth a shot.”
“A terribly failed stupid shot.”
She snarled, “Who’s side are you on?”
“Yours, always, but your mom is one scary woman. I’m still surprised she talks so highly of me.”
“Because you’re a wonderful girl who deserves appreciation.”
“If anything, I would think you got your intimidation from your mom, not your father.”
“Trust me, I do.” Clarisse reassures and you smile at her.
“Hey, babe.”
And when you’re old, you’re old
Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring
“Yes, gorgeous?”
“About Maya’s earlier statement, is that true?”
At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”
Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”
“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”
You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”
“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”
That soul that you bring to the table
One that makes me sing
“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”
“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”
Clarisse stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.
“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.
“No bullshitting, right?”
“No bullshitting whatsoever.”
All Clarisse did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.
“Guess what, then?”
“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.
“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.
“Why not we get—“
“Hey, hey!” This time it was one of Clarisse’s younger sisters, Jada. Although she was only 10 years old, her sassiness was impeccable at such a young age.
“What?” Clarisse grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.
“Enough smooching during the movie! You have enough time to do that after the movie!”
Clarisse throws a nearby pillow at her sister, chuckling slightly when it hits her.
“Mom, Clarisse hit me with a pillow!”
“No, I did not, she’s lying!”
“Both of you shut the fuck up and watch the movie.”
“Me?! I did nothing!”
“Clarisse you’re not too old to get an ass-beating, remember that.” Her mom points out with a sharp glare. Your girlfriend huffs quietly and nuzzles her head further into your chest.
She began to mumble, “I swear to Hades, I hate this fam—“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Clary!”
Clarisse lifted her head, gazing up at you. “Only if you give me a kiss.” She puckered her lips, awaiting for your lips to reconnect as a small smile littered her face once you gave in to her demand.
“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.
“Only a fool for you, mark my words!”
“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”
In a minor key
Diamond on your ring
This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile lingers on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”
“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”
“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” You bit your lip, gazing at your beloved girlfriend.
You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Clarisse’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Clarisse’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.
“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love.
Clarisse didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Clarisse knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Clarisse knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.
Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.
‘Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know
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jnkgrnde · 20 hours
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— safety net
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— summary: in which, you and clarisse are new to being in a relationship, so you help guide eachother and get to know eachother.
— pairings: clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (cabin of choice)
— author’s note: can y’all tell this was rushed cs i really needed to get it out my drafts 🌚
— LINKS TO HELP PALESTINE
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clarisse la rue loved you. she knew she did. she just didn’t know how to express it well.
being a daughter of ares and the way she had to mold herself for his approval, she’d learn that love was weakness. she’d learned that love only got in the way of what was really important, and that she didn’t need it in her life.
she didn’t know what she was feeling when she first saw you enter camp. she couldn’t describe the bitterness and anger whenever she saw you with one of the boys from apollo cabin or one of the girls from aphrodite cabin.
she’d heard her siblings talk about these things, how they felt whenever they were around someone their heart deemed special. she didn’t want to consult them, knowing how they’d probably get, so she went to talk to her new best friend silena.
“it sounds like you have a crush on her, clarisse.” clarisse choked. silena just confirmed everything she was feeling was tied to a crush? it felt stupid. all of it felt stupid; it made it sound like they were in third grade again and that was all people teased each other about.
it unfortunately did make sense to clarisse, though. the longing looks she’d give you, the anger that bubbled when she saw you with someone else, the speeding up of her heart whenever she saw you. she didn’t want to acknowledge what she felt, that she out of all people had fell weakness to love, but there was nothing she could do.
silena told her to start hanging around you more just to see what would happen. clarisse protested at first, saying her siblings and the rest of the camp including you would think she was weird, but a couple of nights after the conversation, she started considering it.
it eventually started with her choosing you to be her sparring partner. you were confused and a little flustered, not knowing the reason why she chose you out of all people. “‘cause i wanted to try something different,” was all she told you with a shrug.
it wasn’t hard for you to notice how she went a little softer on you, either. her grip on her spear was loosened a little, her steps weren’t as calculated, almost as if she was distracted. the weird thing was, even after she sparred with you, she still went hard on everybody else.
another thing to strike off the list — silena beauregard watched you a whole lot more now, especially whenever you were with clarisse. all of this had you confused becuase of how random it was.
then came the little touches; her hand would graze your waist or the small of your back, her fingers gently tracing over yours whenever she fixed your stance. she would linger for a little too long whenever it was time for her to leave.
you started staying up late wondering what was happening and why clarisse was doing this. you assumed she wasn’t a person who really… felt love towards people. people knew clarisse as a prideful, arrogant and powerful daughter of ares who always wanted her father’s approval. when you thought of love, clarisse was not the first person to come in mind.
yet, she acted as a girlfriend and protector towards you; defending you when you weren’t there to defend yourself, offered to walk you to your cabin. it wasn’t until a couple months and a lot of yearning later that you confronted her about it.
it was when she was walking you back to your cabin when you finally asked her what was going on. you stopped a few feet so your siblings couldn’t hear. “clarisse, what’s going on with you?” you asked her. she turned to look at you, feigning confusion. “what do you mean?”
“i mean you don’t usually do this. you don’t hang around people and act like you do with me. you don’t touch them like you do to me, and this is all just so sudden. i just wanna know why?” you looked her deep in her eyes. she licked her lips before breathing deeply.
“i like you. i do all this because i like you, y/n, and i’m scared.” she confessed. you felt like you knew why, but you still asked, “scared of what?” she swallowed thickly. “what if i lose you— what if you lose me? you know we can die at any moment to anything, i wouldn’t want to burden you with that.”
your hand came up to her cheek, your thumb gently rubbing against it. “clarisse, if i die solely because i’m a demigod, i’d rather die knowing i loved you for as long as i could.”
clarisse looked at you, just soaking you in. you were still here. you weren’t gone yet. she didn’t have all the time in the world, per say, but she took whatever time she could get.
it was after that night you’d start sneaking into eachothers cabins, hanging out even more around the camp, including after hours. clarisse expressed how worried she was because she never liked someone this much before, at least not that she was aware of.
“clar, it’s okay. i’m new to this to. we can figure it out.” you told her while you laid on her in her cabin bunk. she took a deep inhale, “okay.”
you two expressed what you liked and didn’t like, what your love languages were, what flowers you liked. every day, somehow, clarisse would have a new gift for you. she had one of the hephaestus kids make a necklace for you with both your initials engraved in it. you’d bring her a painted bead for her camp necklace after arts and crafts, and she’d wear it with pride.
everything was new to her, and it was new to you too, but you had each other as guides, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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freddie-77-ao3 · 1 day
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lee: if camp was on fire and you could only take one thing, what would you take? Clarisse: my spear Percy: the pegasi! Will: my med bag Travis: some cash probably Drew: my clothes Connor: my books Malcolm: a nap. i bet it would be pretty warm. Everyone screaming: MALCOLM, WE'D TAKE MALCOLM!
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m0nsterqzzz · 2 days
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Valentine
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pairing: Clarisse La Rue x reader
summary: Clarisse blinked and suddenly she had you as a Valentine
content: clarisse being a love sick foul. thats it. thats the entire fic
a/n: recently started listening to Laufey and I have like TEN different fic ideas nowwwww ahhhhhh. this is really short but idk i kinda like it. idkkkkkkk. ahhhh. anyway, love yall.
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Clarisse has a problem.
It's not like a, "I just killed some Dionysus kid with my spear" type problem, but it's a problem nonetheless.
When she was a kid, the daughter of Ares hated affection. Even when her own mother would try and hug her, it just made her feel crowded and trapped. She'd avoid it at any costs, which is why now in her teenage years at camp half blood, she's never had a relationship.
That's usually been okay. She's always preferred glory or love. But right now, as she clings to you like a koala bear while you read your book in her bed, she finds herself questioning it.
This is the problem.
She’s never craved affection the way she does with you. When you hug her or wrap your arms around her waist from behind, she doesn’t feel trapped or crowded the way she does with everyone else. She feels safe and warm. 
Something is wrong with her.
It only dawned on her when she was sitting on the beach with you watching the sunset. The way the golden light looked on your face, it was shining off your already beautiful eyes, and you looked mythical as you turned to cast her a heart stopping smile.
Clarisse La Rue, scary daughter of the god of war, is in love with you.
She panicked, avoiding you for a whole week before she finally came to peace with her feelings. That doesn’t mean she told you, if some of you were expecting that. She loves what friendship you guys have, and she would never want to ruin it by doing something as stupid as telling you about her emotions.
It didn’t help that you were so affectionate though.
So after months of stopping cuddles with the excuse, “It’s getting warm.” or explaining her crimson face after time you congratulate her sword fighting wins with a kiss on the cheek as a reaction to the heat outside, she finally went to the one person she knew could help.
Silena Beauregard, daughter of Aphrodite and expert when it comes to crushes.
“Ask ‘em out.” Was what the girl said, casually brushing out her hair as Clarisse groans into her pillow.
“You don’t get it.” The daughter of Ares says with much annoyance, rolling over on her friend's bed as she holds a stuffed animal close to her chest. “I can’t. I try, but every time I build up the courage to say it, the words get stuck in my throat and I end up looking like a total idiot! I hate it!”
Silena chuckles, joining Clarisse on the bed as she shrugs. “Then die alone I guess. I really don’t know how to help you other than that.”
So….Silena was no help if you didn’t know.
Clarisse has just about given up at this point, instead deciding to just keep dying internally while still being friends with you.
She lasted with this just about four minutes.
“You look pretty.” You had casually said to her while putting on your golden helmet for capture the flag, folding up the sleeves on the flannel you’re wearing- one of hers- as Annabeth shouts out orders.
She’s caught off guard, almost dropping her spear and tripping over a rock. She swallows thickly before she says, “You…you look pretty too.” Silena eyes her with a teasing look from across the clearing, making kissy faces with a smug look. Clarisse doesn’t even know if she gave you a worthy compliment, stuttering out a quick goodbye before she makes her way into the forest to avoid anyone seeing her blush.
After that she manages to keep to herself for about an hour.
She’s running through the forest looking for you after hearing a scream that sounds way too similar to yours, ready to rip the head off of anyone who dared to mess with you. She finds you casually lounging on a rock near the beach, sword discarded on the sand as you talk joyfully with some younger campers. The sound of her erratic breathing alerts you, so you turn around, calming down when you notice it’s her.
“Hey Clar. What’s wro-” You don’t even get to finish before she’s picking you up in her arms, burying her head in the crook of her neck as she grips you as tight as she can without hurting you. You’re confused though you don’t question it, just running a hand through her curly hair as she shakes and slowly calms down.
It’s surprising really. Clarisse hates being affectionate in front of other people, scared of being seen as weak or too emotional. Though right now, she doesn’t seem to care as all the younger campers stare and giggle, just enjoying your embrace as forces down the fear she felt when she thought you were in trouble.
She realizes now that she can’t just keep this secret. She can’t go another minute without you knowing how much she loves you- that she would go to the ends of the earth or fight as many monsters as she needs to just to see your smile.
So for the first time in her life she skips capture the flag, joining the Apollo kids at the arts and crafts table and glaring at anyone who dares to question why she’s here and not out there fighting.
Silena joins her after a while, spending an hour making bracelets and teasing her friend while the daughter of Ares makes the cheesiest sign anyone has ever seen.
You’re lying in bed with a book when someone knocks on your cabin door. You frown in confusion, sure it’s one of your siblings and wondering why they don’t just open it. You call out for the person to come in, but when nothing happens and another knock comes through, you groan and get up to answer it.
The annoyance is immediately gone when you open it to see your best friend, though the confusion is still there as you take in her appearance.
The glittery, pink and red sign that is covered in hearts with the words, “I’ve been struck by cupids arrow. Will you be my Valentine?” is a harsh juxtaposition to the dark clothing on her body and shiny, sharp spear hooked to her back. It’s adorable, really. The way her face scrunches up as she slowly and slowly spirals deeper into the thought that this is the cringiest thing ever done in the history of the planet, the way she shifts from foot to foot as you stare in awe, the way she nervously smiles your way.
“If you hate it, it was Silena’s idea.” She mumbles when you don’t speak for a few seconds.
“And if I love it?” Your words surprise her, but she soon recovers and responds as a grin takes over her face, “Then it was all my idea.”
You nod, gently plucking the flower out of her hand then grabbing the sign so that her hands are free to hug you. She easily does, wrapping her arms securely around your waist as she pulls you as close as possible.
“I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine.” She whispers before leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.
Clarisse has a problem.
But you are the perfect solution.
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hanselate · 1 day
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Paper Wishes
Clarisse la rue x Fem!reader
i have like no confidence in my writing and this took forever to finally finish, also not proof read.
In which reader keeps a paper of wises written down in her pocket and it goes missing.
Warnings: none that i know of its just a cute little story
Dividers not by me
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In the hustle and heat of Camp Half-Blood, amidst the clang of swords and the laughter of demigods, it seems you'd lost something of value. A tiny, folded paper with little words, words written like a hopeful incantation. It had things you wished for and prayed for. Always stuffed in your pocket for Goodluck, name written on it and all, to name just a few.
1: The glory that many had hoped for at Camp Half-blood.
2: Clarisse La Rue, the tough-as-nails daughter of Ares.
She was someone you admired from afar. Her strength, her determination, and even her gruff exterior held a strange allure for you. You'd never admit it, nor, would you ever dare to approach her, content with stealing glances whenever she passed by.
One day, however, fate intervened, or perhaps, mischief had its hand. As you reached into your pocket to retrieve your folded paper fingers brushed against emptiness. Panic surged through you as you realized the tiny piece of paper was missing.
Frantically, you retraced your steps, scouring the training grounds and the mess hall, hoping against hope that you might find your lost treasure. But as minutes turned into hours, your desperation grew, and the weight of disappointment settled heavily in your chest.
Just when you were about to give up all hope, a familiar voice called out your name. Startled, you turned to find Clarisse La Rue, standing there, holding the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she approached, her expression unreadable.
"What's this?" she asked, her tone gruff but not unkind, unfolding the paper to reveal your scribbled thoughts.
You stammered, at a loss for words as you watched her scan the words written in your handwriting. Each sentence laid bare your deepest desires, including your unspoken admiration for her.
Clarisse's eyes softened imperceptibly as she finished reading, a hint of something tender flickering in their depths. Without a word, she carefully folded the paper once more and handed it back to you.
"Keep better track of your stuff," she grumbled, though her tone lacked its usual bite.
You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and something else you couldn't quite name, but still a bit of pink dusted your cheeks. As she turned to leave, you mustered the courage to speak.
"Thank you, Clarisse. I appreciate it." you'd muttered loud enough for her to hear.
She glanced back at you, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her lips before she continued on her way.
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hearts4annabeth · 1 day
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clarisse la rue who grips your thighs whenever you hit a sensitive spot while healing her. your mumbled ‘sorrys’ shatter her fragile heart as she knows it wasn’t your fault. being a child of apollo with your daughter of ares gf is being clarisse’s personal healer.
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I like to think that pre-Oracle Rachel painted scenes from both wars, but she and Percy have no idea until they go back and reflect.
Percy notices, cause Rachel shows him her art, but he just rights it off as weird, even tho something doesn’t feel right.
Like, that’s DEFINITELY a replica Achilles mourning Patroclus. Only it’s two girls, one with flowing hair and a melted face, the other kneeling over her friend, face stricken with grief. He thinks her eyes look familiar. An immortal stands over them. Although they remind more of Ares and less of Thetis.
She has another painting that reminds Percy of a story from the Gigantomachy. Hera cowers under Porphyrion, about to be attacked. Only instead of Zeus and Heracles coming to her aid, it’s a guy with blond hair. His armor and sword is distinctively NOT Greek, but he opts to not comment on it. Rachel did a good job.
There’s more in her little studio, they both dismiss them as dreams. They make Rachel uncomfortable and Percy feels bile rise the more he looks.
He doesn’t realize until months later. It hits him while on the Argo. Him, Jason, Clarisse. THEY were the heroes in those paintings. Jason was the one coming to Hera’s aid. Clarisse was mourning Selina. He was fighting giants.
It all clicked into place, and he tried to remember what else her paintings for-told.
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maraudersarecanon · 20 hours
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Ugh I keep forgetting that Percy stole the nickname Wise Girl from Clarisse
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Can Percabeth shippers tag their ship for once,i keep getting jumpscared by it no matter where on tumblr i am and i am ASLEEP,i don't wanna be reminded that the only rep we're ever getting for black women in tv/movie romances is with white boys and weird cishet bullshit undertones that y'all eat up like it's your first time eating it ever when it's always been the same recipe and tbfh i hate it as much as the disposable black love interest trope.Can we get black love?Can we get some black girl x asian/brown dude?Can we get SOME BLACK LESBIANS??????Book Annabeth was more of a lesbian than she was anything else so hey since you guys keep talking about accuracy,let's make her and Clarisse a thing.Also if you're gonna get mad at me for this,i'm 1.black/white mixed,2.bisexual and 3.only making this post because Y'ALL don't got basic manners
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thestarstoasun · 2 days
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I think so much about the minor characters of PJOverse. Specifically in CHB. There are so many dynamics and friendship possibilities. Plus, as a multishipper, my brain hardly sleeps on those possibilities either. I just wish we had more canonical ages for other campers 😭😭.
Clarisse & Will's friendship is severely underrated, in my opinion. It's not talked about nearly enough. I like to think they met when Will was a relatively new camper. He started his training to see what he was good at, leading people to speculate who his godly parent was, and he started off sucking at most things, which was extremely shocking to most demigods there. No one probably meant to be rude, but it's a camp full of pre-teens & teens, so they definitely talked about it.
Clarisse found Will with a practice sword after curfew swinging it with angry tears in his eyes because he just wasn't good at it. She was impressed he managed to get passed the curfew harpies all on his own and watched him for a few minutes before confronting him. I think this would be where Will's distaste for his healing being his primary talent would stem as well due to the gossip mill of his early CHB days.
Clarisse ends up glaring at anyone who brings it up, and the gossip mill picks up on some other news, leaving Will's less than savory fighting abilities alone. No one really understands why she is protective of him, but Will ends up befriending her. It's even more of a shock when he gets claimed by Apollo due to the natural rivalry of the Apollo and Ares kids (fueled by Michael Yew).
After getting claimed, Will tries to mediate the best he can between his siblings and the Ares kids. I fully think the first person he came out as bisexual to was Lee Fletcher, but then he went and told Clarisse since she was his biggest support outside of his family. Obviously he was scared, but she told him he was pretty brave coming out, even if she doubted anyone would judge him, after all they were at a Greek camp for demigods.
I hc Clarisse as bisexual as well (you don't have to agree w/ me, just be respectful), so i think it's another thing they bonded over. If anyone ever said anything homophobic towards him, she would be there in record time.
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Who do you ship more,
Chris and Clarisse
Or
Clarisse and Silena
Chris and Clarisse. They’re cannon for a reason.
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mon-mothmas-collar · 2 months
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“why don’t they ever suspect Luke why don’t they realize it’s Luke why are they so quick to suspect Clarisse and not a Hermes kid”
guys, Luke is the perfect child. Thats the whole point! He gave his offerings he said his prayers he went on his quest he proved his loyalty to Chiron, to the gods, to his dad. And he did it all with a smile. They have no reason to suspect luke! Luke is the best of them!
Ares could’ve come to that meeting waving a big sign that said “LUKES THE LIGHTNING THIEF” and they still wouldn’t have believed him.
Because they also don’t want it to be Luke.
They love Luke. Luke takes care of them Luke protects them Luke is everything they want in an older brother. It doesn’t matter how blaringly obvious the writers get about who the real thief is. They will ignore every sign, every red flag, every warning, until Percy is dying of poison deep in the forest and Luke is gone.
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guardianspirits13 · 3 months
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It's been 7 long years.
The final season of Percy Jackson and the Olympians has just begun to release.
The Ares and Apollo cabins are in a dispute over ownership for the flying chariot.
The counselors sit around a table in the Big House.
Percy has just learned that he's (probably) gonna die in the next month, when Clarisse and Michael begin to bicker. Percy has had it up to here.
He starts clapping rhythmically. There is a lull in the room as they stare at him.
He claps faster.
"Oh golly, the road's getting bumpy, cause I've got me some friends who just can't get along-"
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freddie-77-ao3 · 2 days
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Okay would any of yall be interested in the following concept because it's half done but i need motivation to finish:
Rest Me And My Bones
Summary:
“Hey,” Percy says, and it’s three AM, and Clarisse has finally got Ellis and Sherman to stop fucking fighting and go to bed, so why is he on the cabin doorstep, and really, how did he get around the landmines? Sure, all the counselors got to know cabin protections, but he hasn’t been at camp in… seven months? Eight? (Sure, Clarisse knows the exact date, deep down, a doomsday clock ticking away, your friend has been gone for this long and this long and this long–
But she doesn’t need to admit that.)
“The fuck do you want?” Her voice is gruffer than she means for it to. She loves him, deep down. (Very, very deep. You may need a gun pressed to her head to make the words come out. Doesn’t make it less true.)
“Donuts,” he responds without pause, holding up one of the camp SUV’s keys. “I figured we could go out with Will. He’s waiting in the car already.”
Or: post battle, Percy, Will, and Clarisse go out for donuts and talk for a while.
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