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angrygirlromero · 3 months

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OCEAN EYES

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

Warnings: possible grammar mistakes.

Pairing: Luke x daughter of Poseidon x Little brother Percy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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viperixsworld · 4 months

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GUTS, luke castellan x oc(prologue)

summary: where an aphordite daugther falls for this lying hermes boy.

disclaimer: english is not my firt language.

We don't get to choose who we fall in love with.

Arianne knew that. She believed it to her core. Love was something magical and illogical. Her own father, said it when he told her about her mom. Apparently, she was a beautiful young woman that crossed paths with Nicholas Deveraux (her father) during his travels in Europe before officially settle down in the family business in Chicago.

Everyone expected that Nicholas would come back from Europe with a bad tan and a few souvenirs, not a freaking newborn baby daugther.

Nicholas was a loving father, but not a really smart man. That is It's one of the reasons she didn't question when a man showed up at her Chicago home, offering her only daughter a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school.

Arianne came to camp half-blood when she was thirteen years old. After some encounters with several monsters, Chiron himself went to her doorstep in Chicago to get her to camp.

Nevertheless, during her arrival there was an incident. An incident involving three more demigod, a satire and a cyclops.

Arianne was claimed a few weeks after the attack, same as the two demigos that survived. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, and Annabeth Chase, daugther of Atenea.

And let me tell you, Arianne Deveraux didn't choose to fall for the son of the Traveler. It was fate, or maybe was her mother ? She wasn't really sure. They started off as friends, adapting to camp at same time, being the same age, having the same friends.

Arianne was a nice, generous and beautiful girl, she was the perfect definition of an Aphordite daugther. Everyone that knew her personally (and even those who didn't) held her close to their hearts. Knowing that if you had to trust someone, you could trust Arianne Deveraux.

It was also a flaw, being the goodie older sister of Camp Half-blood.

At sixteen, she was named captain of Aphordite cabin. At the same time, Luke Castellan was named captain of Hermes cabin. They started to spend more time together, attending bonefire together, sparring together... Then the gifts started, Luke liked how her eyes would shine everytime she opened a present, no matter how stupid or simple. He would get her little details, It was his way of showing love, his love language, and her siblings would beg her to ask Luke to please, please, get them things for the cabin.

On the othet hand, Arianne would be (even without her knowing) the best of the presents for Luke. She was kind and beautiful, and gave him all the attetion he craved. And even Annabeth liked her, and would let her do her hair when she was tired. She was a part of their little, broken family.

Sometimes, Ari would cover up for Luke, when he sneak out to get things for other half-bloods and for himself. Like a PlayStation or some chess board for Annabeth, or his little presents for Ari.

Sometimes, Luke would sneak her in the Big House, to use the phone to talk to her father.

Every friday night, the would sit in the shore of the lake, to talk about everything or to be completly silent. Every time the scar on Luke's face hurt, Ari would stay by his side and try to ease the pain. Every time Ari felt like the stress of carring everyones problems and her owns, Luke was there to relieve her.

They were partners in crime, always there for each other.

That, until an enemy emerges from the shadows and resentment.

That, until one betrays the other.

Until Arianne Deveraux feels love and hate in her guts.

#luke castellan x oc #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo show #pjo series #pjo #luke castellan #arianne deveraux

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lilmaymayy · 14 days

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NO SHITTING ON DIOR BUTT

this has me tweaking IS MY POOKS IS TAKEN???

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OKAY NO WAIT I THINK WERE FINE

A REAL ONE DMED ME🙏🙏

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vcgardenia · 5 days

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under the moon’s veil (Luke Castellan x Apollo!daughter)

summary: Cora is kinda losing her cookies but in an interesting poetic way! And Luke is totally there for her like Drusilla and Spike or Catherine and Heathcliff.

wc: 2483

cw: angst, lit + greek mythology references, kissing, suggestive content, depictions of insanity, gore and blood

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results - Albert Einstein

It was the dark of night, and Nyx had tucked all the world in his shining blanket of stars. A glistening sky sighed as another day had passed them by- all was sound, and all were quiet… Well, all but one.

Cora tossed and turned in her bed, anxiously anticipating a rustle from the bushes. After an hour of waiting, tossing, and turning some more, she sat up from her bed and stared longingly at the door. Where was he?

The Apollo cabin was dead silent; not a usual occurrence, and Cora could not have been more relieved. She looked around at the drooling, passed out campers around her- trying to scope how asleep they all were before she made any first moves. Her half-sister Heidi had practically fallen off of her top bunk, and Cora knew she had to leave the cabin before that happened.

She stood up from her bed- almost stepping on the baby deer that her half-brother Liam had adopted after he found it stabbed in a clearing. Normally the counselor would’ve said no, but it was a baby deer with a limp… and the head counselor wasn’t a monster.

Cora tried not to look at it. She avoided its presence entirely before continuing on her self made quest. She cautiously slipped on her Crocs- trying to ensure that no rubbery friction from the shoes would give her away.

Cora tried to steady her breathing, but it was becoming more erratic by the second. He was supposed to rustle the leaves at the bushes at 10, and then Cora would come out by 10:15. It was currently 11:07 and she had no idea where he was. Cora felt as if she was breaking into a cold sweat; she could feel her hands shaking as she thought of the worst.

What if he got hurt by someone? Or his ship sunk? Backbiter may have stopped working, someone caught him on the way here- thousands of possibilities were circling through her mind. Cora’s heart was now racing… what if he was dead?

She shook her head, refusing to believe her own thoughts. Her entire body was shaking at this point, and she knew she had to run out of the cabin before she started bawling. So Cora ran. She sprinted out of the cabin, and off the well worn path, into the forest. As she ventured further into the woods, less and less moonlight came from the sky above; covered by the growing number of trees. Through the tears and flem in her throat, she began to yell, practically scream his name,

“LUKE. LUKE. LUKE WHERE ARE YOU!” She was breaking down into tears, collapsing over herself into a heap of despair. What had the world done to her love?

“Hey sunshine.” Luke appeared from behind one of the trees Cora had just run past. She kept her head down, sobbing into the ground beneath her; more out of relief now than sorrow. Luke quickly knelt down next to her- rubbing her icy cold back with his pleasantly warm hands. With each up and down motion he made, he would make patterns on her back with his delicate yet deliberate fingers. Slowly, Cora was able to collect herself. While her breathing was still erratic, she was no longer wailing so loud the gods could hear.

“I didn’t mean to worry you baby.” Luke’s face was full of concern and worry for his love. He hid his face in her hair, muffling his next words,

“Can you forgive me?”

Cora looked up for the first time, turning her head around to see him. Immediately she gasped,

“What happened to your scar?” She instinctively held his face in her hands. Luke smirked, giddy from the attention,

“Percy reopened some old wounds both figuratively and literally.” He chuckled. Cora scowled.

“If you had let me go with you this wouldn’t have happened.” Luke took a large sigh,

“Let’s not talk about this right now. I just wanna see you happy.” Cora’s scowl quickly turned into a beaming smile,

“How could I not be happy when I’m with you, my winged Romeo?” She planted a kiss on his wound, longing to make it disappear with some magic touch.

She could tell even by how Luke held her, that he had longed for her touch. His body bent as easily to her will as a stick of puddy at her fingers. Cora wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck; melting into the warm embrace. She missed this.

When they started meeting up in the woods, Luke would talk to her about his adventures, she would talk about hers. But, over time it just hurt too much for the both of them. Knowing that the love of their life was existing without them by their side.

These days they would just touch. Making sure no area was undiscovered before the end of the night; it never felt the same way twice. New scars, new bruises, nothing could stop the passage of time.

“How long can you stay tonight?” Cora looked up at Luke, searching for an answer in his eyes; begging him to stay just a little longer than last time. In response Luke inhaled, looking ahead of her- knowing he couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.

“So not that long then?” Cora furrowed her brows. Luke dug his head into her shoulder, shaking his head. After sitting there for a little longer, Cora spoke,

“Let me go with you.”

“No I- you know you can’t. It’s too dangerous.” She looked at him with bitterness in her eyes, shaking her head,

“If you don’t let me go with you Luke,” Cora searched for her words, tears filling her eyes, “the last time you’ll see me is hanging from a tree.” Cora started getting up, ready to run away from his phony warm embrace.

“Cora don’t say that. Please don’t say that baby.”

“Do you even love me Luke?” Luke stared at her with the most puzzled look,

“Why are you saying these things?”

In truth, Cora didn’t know. She just wanted everything to be normal again. She wanted them to swim in the lake together; finding the secret passageway that would take them to the stone cave, overgrown with green ivy. He would hold her in his arms, lifting her up to the ledge where they could just sit. She would put her head in his lap and he would caress her features. They would just talk. They could just talk back then.

But now, Cora didn’t know what had become of them, of her. Luke was crying, holding his head in his hands as he tried to hold back his sniffles. His voice was breaking with the little whimpers that dared to escape.

Cora thought back on the week before. She had been in the woods and she had taken a knife with her, trying to pick some raspberries for lunch that day. Cora finally found a bush full of them- not often found in these woods. As she began to pick them, her mind started to wander. Of course the first place it went was to Luke- what was he doing right now? Was he thinking about her? Was he safe? Lost in thought she cut open one of the raspberries she had picked. She gasped. The shade of pinkish red perfectly matched that of Luke’s lips. She grabbed more from her basket and continued to cut into more of them. It was incredible; the shade and pigment would’ve blended right into his if he was here. The juices of the previous raspberry escaped into the soil, merging into one as the cycle of reunion began again. Even the juice had consistency to find comfort in.

She started cutting open the raspberries with more aggravation; almost jealous of their fate. In her fury she had accidentally cut her own hand, instead of another raspberry. The blood was a redder hue than Luke’s lips, but as she looked down, she could see that it too was able to become one with the earth.

She smiled.

She hadn’t smiled for weeks. Luke hadn’t been visiting, and it had been filling her with more despair than she knew what to do with. But this spilling of blood was the sweet release she had been looking for. She was now part of the cycle; Cora giggled in glee at the thought. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she felt a new moisture on her hand. She opened her eyes to see a creature licking off the blood that had finally connected her to something; given her comfort. It had stolen her joy. It had taken the one pleasure she had away from her. Her face snapped into a look of blind rage, and she stabbed it.

She quickly withdrew her knife, ready to inflict a second blow- then she looked into its eyes. It was a deer. From the looks of it, the harmless animal wasn’t even a year old. Cora quickly took the knife away from the baby’s untouched skin; it had now been drenched in its first bleeding… and it was all her fault.

After that Cora had made sure one of her siblings found it. The counselor let the deer stay in their cabin of course, he wasn’t a monster… but she was.

She had tried not to think about it since then, but every time she looked at Liam’s baby dear, every time she heard someone question what kind of villain would stab such a pure and beautiful creature…

She turned her attention back to the present.

She couldn’t stay and watch as another beautiful being was destroyed by her hands. Especially not Luke. Her Luke. So she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could take her. She could hear Luke yelling for her, but it all just felt like background noise to her. She had to distance herself from the world.

Cora had learned to be strong in the face of adversity, and she had always been praised for her level headedness- always keeping perspective, being kind and gracious to all. No matter what happened she always kept her light. But Luke was the exception. He was the hamartia that would bleed her soul dry; without even having to try he could undo her.

Luke was searching breathlessly for Cora. He didn’t know what he said or did, but he had to fix it. As he wandered through the forest he pondered- what happened? He should have seen a breakdown like this happening, he had been gone for too long, he should have come back sooner. Should haves and what if’s raced through his mind as he looked desperately for Cora. She was the epitome of perfection to Luke. He felt as if he had ruined her.

He knew it was selfish to keep seeing her even after he chose his side, but Luke couldn’t help it. He had to see her. Luke couldn’t breathe without her. Some days it felt as if they inhabited the same body, he could tell how her day was going just by looking inwards; other days she was a complete mystery. She would blow up and scream at him, and he would still be just as willing to plunge a knife into his chest for her.

He wanted to have a life with her, have Cora as a witness to everything he did… but he was a disgrace. He was an outcast of her world. He knew it could never be. She would find some man who is deserving of her- and Luke would have to watch just as Heathcliff watched his Catherine. But he searched nonetheless. Because at the end of the day, he knew that he would rather beat his head against a tree than be in a world without her.

After what felt like ages he heard sniffling coming from behind a bush. Luke let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he cautiously walked over to the noise.

“Sunshine, are you here?”

“Go away!” Cora still refused to look at him. She was curled up in a ball on the floor and didn’t look up.

“Baby I-” Luke tried to find his words as he sat to meet her eyes. “I don’t have much time left.” Cora finally looked up, staring at his gorgeous curls instead of his agonizing face. “Can’t we spend it together?” It was a plea.

Cora moved closer to Luke; leaning in more and more until their foreheads touched. She lightly chuckled as she took her hands and placed them on his torso. Luke smirked as he pried her by the wrists away from what she knew was a sensitive area of his body. With her wrists in his hands, Luke pulled them towards him, which left both Cora and Luke mere atoms away from each other. They stayed there for a good minute- allowing the moment to breathe.

After a while Luke set Cora’s wrists on her lap. He took his thumb and opened her mouth, letting his tender touch linger on her plump lips. Luke couldn’t help but sigh at how beautiful she looked under the moonlight; despite her father being god of the sun. Cora gave a faint smile, still tired from the buckets of tears she had produced. She leaned in ever so slightly, and was easily able to find her way to his lips.

They didn’t talk after that, they just touched. Cora and Luke didn’t have time to take off each other's clothing as they normally would do, so they had to suffice with lifting up a shirt or pulling down some pants. Cora was gripping at his clothes almost frantically- sensing that time was running out, that their time on earth together was expiring. Luke would often take her arms and put them to her sides; rubbing them in hopes of calming her down. Then, it was time for him to go. They hadn’t gotten enough time that night, they never got enough time.

“You have to stay here. You’re safe here. Can you do that for me baby?” Luke begged with his eyes. Cora sighed, letting a tiny whimper escape as they were separated from each other’s touch.

“Yea… yea I can do that for you.” She avoided eye contact.

“Hey. Look at me.” She allowed her gaze to wander to his eyes, “I’ll see you soon, okay Sunshine?”

“The sooner the better my winged Romeo.” She smiled mournfully.

Luke walked away and Cora knew better than to call for him. He longed to turn around, just to see her one last time- but much like Orpheus with his Eurydice, he knew he couldn’t. If he turned around, he would lose the strength to leave. He would stay there forever.

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lixzey · 3 months

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SERENDIPITY

a/n: there are scenes here from the demigod diaries, specifically the diary of luke castellan. credits to uncle rick for those scenes 💯 the characters and the pjo verse belongs to rick riordan except Amaya Williams and her father.

beta'd by the amazing @lilmaymayy 💘

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CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG HALF BLOODS

LUKE CASTELLAN didn’t want to be a half-blood.

Who would want to be one? Luke had learned from a young age that he could not live a quiet and peaceful life. He was a demigod. If you think that sounds cool, think again. All those Greek monsters from the stories? They are real. Demigods are monster magnets. Monsters can sense them even from miles away.

Luke was nine when he ran away from home. His home life wasn’t exactly ideal. For as long as he could remember, he knew his mother wasn’t normal. Sure, some mothers had addictions, were abusive, and such, but his mother was on a whole new level. At the young age of three, Luke was terrified of his mother’s fits. Her stormy eyes would turn green and she would start screaming Danger! Terrible fate! in a deep, far away voice. Every time it happened, Luke would hide in the furthest corner of his closet, covering his ears while his mother screamed again and again as tears streamed down his face. He felt helpless that he couldn’t do anything for his mother. Luke prayed and prayed for someone to come and save him and his mother, but no one came. Not even his father.

Luke had known who his father was since he was four. His mother always muttered his name, how could he not understand that? Luke was a son of Hermes, he wasn't clueless like how the gods expected him to be. There was a photo at the top of the mantle of the once cozy house that Luke never got a chance to see: a photo of a happy couple with a squirming little baby, them, his once so perfect family.

Luke wondered why his father abandoned him and his mother if they were this perfect family when he was a baby? He prayed day and night to his father but as the days passed, Luke learned to resent his father—blaming him for all of his misery and for what had happened to his mother—if it wasn’t for him leaving maybe his mother wouldn’t be unstable, if it wasn’t for him he could’ve had a proper childhood, if it wasn’t for him he could’ve had a nurturing mother.

Luke would get extremely jealous of children with loving parents—the life he was deprived of—he would watch as mothers tended to their children in his neighborhood, he would watch fathers play with their children, while all he had was a broken mother and a deadbeat father.

Because of that, Luke packed up and ran away and didn’t look back. He’s come to understand that no one will ever rescue him; he has to take his fate into his own hands.

Living alone on the streets at the age of nine is harder than it looked. At first, Luke thought it would all be a great adventure, just like in the stories he heard before, but he eventually realized that living in that house—if you could even call that a house—even with his possessed mother, is safer than fending for himself.

Luke hadn’t brought a weapon with him when he left, not even one of those knives from the kitchen that had never been used and was only rusting in the kitchen drawer, and his carelessness had nearly killed him more than once. He resorted to diving in dumpsters to try to disguise his scent and never stayed in one place for long, always on the move with hardly enough time to steal a few hours—even minutes—of sleep using his backpack as a pillow.

By the second month, Luke nearly admitted defeat. He’d sell his soul to some dark god for a good night’s sleep and a hot meal. He’s exhausted and filthy, penniless and constantly on the run from monsters and well-meaning mortals alike. His backpack felt far heavier than it should and he found himself running out of breath almost every time. His clothes, which had once been bordering on too small thanks to a recent growth spurt, now hang off his thin frame, the cuffs frayed and stained beyond recognition.

Luke imagined all the normal families living in those cozy houses he once passed. He wondered what it would be like to have a home—a proper home—to know where his next meal was coming from, and not have to worry about getting eaten by monsters every day. He barely remembered what it was like to sleep in a real bed. Luke was tired of fending for his life, but eventually he managed to get the hang of living day to day with a promise to himself that he will never be like his father.

He traveled on foot, to state by state, lonely and miserable. Once, when he stopped by in a town for a while, Luke tried to befriend a mortal, but whenever he told them the truth about himself, they didn’t understand. He’d confess that he was the son of Hermes, the immortal messenger dude with the winged sandals. He’d explain that monsters and Greek gods were real and very much alive in the modern world. His mortal friends would say, “That is so cool! I wish I was a demigod!” Like it’s some sort of game and he’d always ended up leaving.

For five years Luke fought hard to survive. He shoplifted food from convenience stores and tried to fight off monsters with a pocket knife he had stolen from a family having a picnic at a park he once passed. Even though he’d never met his father and didn't really want to, he shared some of his talents. Along with being messenger of the gods, his father is also the god of merchants—which explains why he was good with money—and travelers, which explains why the so-called divine god left his mother without ever looking back at the family he supposedly built. Hermes is also the god of thieves, hence the shoplifting and stealing. It wasn’t an ideal life for a child. He was barely living, but eventually Luke just simply learned to live the life he was forced to.

When Luke was fourteen, he had met Thalia—the daughter of Zeus. The meeting had been an accident (it wasn’t). They had literally run into each other in a dragon’s cave outside Charleston and teamed up to stay alive. At first Luke was skeptical of trusting Thalia. No one else in his life had ever understood him, but she did. Thalia fighting off monsters should’ve been Luke’s first clue, that Thalia was like him—a demigod. But unlike him, Thalia had it worse. She was a forbidden kid, born out of a pact sworn on the River Styx. Luke eventually trusted Thalia and the two chose to team up to stay alive, subsequently traveling across the country while fending for themselves.

Being with Thalia made Luke feel less lonely. He finally had a friend, a friend who understood the struggles he had gone through his whole life. With her, battling monsters didn’t feel that scary anymore.

At some point, they arrived at Richmond, Virginia where Thalia followed a goat—Amaltheia. Luke didn’t understand why they were following a goat. Why were they following a goat? He didn’t know. Thalia then told Luke that it was Amaltheia who led her to him, that their meeting wasn’t by accident and decided to follow her thinking that Amaltheia was sent by her father, Zeus. Thalia could flash her blue eyes, give him one kind word, and she can get him to do pretty much anything—even though it was against his better judgment.

Amaltheia led Thalia and Luke to an old mansion. Once inside—thanks to Luke’s skills (which he isn’t proud of)—they realized that the mansion was a trap, a deadly one at that. As they were trying everything to escape, they met Halcyon Green, a demigod son of Apollo who was cursed by the gods for saving a girl’s life with his ability to see into the future. He had been imprisoned and unable to speak. A part of Halcyon’s curse was to lure demigods into being eaten by the three leucrotae—a terrifying monster that cannot be defeated by man nor god.

Luke already knew the gods could be cruel. His own father had ignored him for fourteen years. But Halcyon Green’s curse was just plain wrong. It was evil. Luke desperately wanted to find a way to rescue him and Thalia. But Hal told them that every demigod thought that at first, that they could escape, but soon realized it wasn't possible. Thalia was able to claim the Aegis—a bracelet that transforms into a replica of her father’s shield—a blessing from Zeus. After hours of searching, they discovered that the only way to defeat the leucrotae was making Greek fire.

In the end, Hal decided that he would sacrifice himself to give them time to escape. But before he did, Hal had predicted Luke's future but left him vague answers when asked about it. Hal later gave Luke his personal diary and a celestial bronze knife. Luke and Thalia successfully escaped, shaken, but nonetheless unscathed. Luke gripped his backpack close, the diary and the celestial bronze knife—the only remnants of Halcyon Green’s life—safe inside with the word Promise, that Hal had written.

I promise, Hal, Luke thought. I’ll learn from your mistakes. If the gods ever treat me that badly, I’ll fight back. Luke wouldn’t let him down like the gods damned them to be.

The two ran through the streets of Richmond until they found a small park where they cleaned themselves the best they could. Then they laid low until dark. The two didn’t bother to talk about what had happened while they wandered through neighborhoods and industrial areas. Luke and Thalia had no plan, no glowing goat to follow anymore. They were bone tired, but neither of them felt like sleeping or stopping. Luke wanted to get as far as possible from that burning mansion. It wasn’t the first time they’d barely escaped with our lives, but they had never succeeded at the expense of another demigod’s life.

Thalia suggested heading to their old camp on the James River as they shivered in the cold of the night. It would take at least a day to get there, but it was as good as a plan. The two demigods sat and split a ham sandwich as they ate in silence. The food tasted like cardboard, but they really didn’t have a choice. After the last bite, Luke heard a faint metal ping from a nearby alley. Someone was nearby.

Luke got up, pulling out the dagger Hal gave him as Thalia had her spear and shield at the ready. The two crept along the wall of the warehouse, turning into a dark alleyway that dead-ended at a loading dock piled with old scrap metal. Just then there was a loud clang, a sheet of corrugated tin quivered on the dock. Something—someone—was underneath. Luke crept toward the loading bay until we stood over the pile of metal, Thalia following closely behind. He gestured for her to hold back as he reached for the piece of corrugated metal and mouthed, One, two, three! As soon as he lifted the sheet of tin, something flew at him—a blur of flannel and dark hair. A hammer hurtled straight at his face.

Things could’ve gone very wrong. Fortunately his reflexes were good from years of fighting. Luke dodged the hammer, then grabbed the little girl’s wrist. The hammer went skidding across the pavement. The little girl struggled. She couldn’t have been more than seven years old.

“No more monsters!” she screamed, kicking Luke in the legs. “Go away!”

“It’s okay!” He tried his best to hold her, but it was like holding a wildcat. Thalia looked too stunned to move. She still had her spear and shield ready.

“Thalia,” Luke said. “put your shield away! You’re scaring her!”

Thalia unfroze. She touched the shield and it shrank back into a bracelet. She dropped her spear. “Hey, little girl,” she said, sounding more gentle than he’d ever heard. “It’s all right. We’re not going to hurt you. I’m Thalia. This is Luke.”

“Monsters!” the little girl wailed, tears staining her face.

“No,” Luke promised. The poor thing wasn’t fighting as hard, but she was shivering, terrified of them. “But we know about monsters,” Luke explained softly. “We fight them too.”

Luke held her, more to comfort than restrain now. Eventually she stopped kicking. She felt cold. Her ribs were bony under her flannel pajamas. He wondered how long this little girl had gone without eating. She was even younger than Luke had been when he ran away. Despite her fear, she looked at him with large eyes. They were startlingly gray, beautiful and intelligent. A demigod—no doubt about it. Luke got the feeling she was powerful—or she would be, if she survived.

“You’re like me?” she asked, still suspicious, but she sounded a little hopeful, too.

“Yeah,” Luke nodded. “We’re…” he hesitated, not sure if she understood what she was, or if she’d ever heard the word demigod. Luke didn’t want to scare her even worse. “Well, it’s hard to explain, but we’re monster fighters. Where’s your family?”

The little girl’s expression turned hard and angry. Her chin trembled. “My family hates me. They don’t want me. I ran away.”

Luke’s heart felt like it was cracking into a million pieces. She had such pain in her voice—familiar pain. Luke looked at Thalia, and made a silent decision right there that they would take care of this kid.

Thalia knelt next to him. She put her hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Annabeth.”

Luke smiled. He’d never heard that name before, but it was pretty, and it seemed to fit her. “Nice name,” he told her. “I tell you what, Annabeth. You’re pretty fierce. We could use a fighter like you.”

Her eyes widened. “You could?”

“Oh, yeah,” Luke said earnestly. Then a sudden thought struck him. He reached for Hal’s dagger. It will protect its owner, Hal had said. He had gotten it from the little girl he had saved. Now fate had given them the chance to save another little girl.

“How’d you like a real monster-slaying weapon?” Luke asked her. “This is Celestial bronze. Works a lot better than a hammer.”

Annabeth took the dagger and studied it in awe. She was seven years old at most. What was he thinking giving her a weapon? But she was a demigod. They have to defend themselves. Hercules was only a baby when he strangled two snakes in his cradle. By the time Luke was nine, he’d fought for his life more than a dozen times. Annabeth could use a weapon.

“Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters,” Luke told her. His voice caught as he remembered Hal Green, and how he’d died to save them. “They don’t have the reach or power of a sword, but they’re easy to conceal and they can find weak spots in your enemy’s armor. It takes a clever warrior to use a knife. I have a feeling you’re pretty clever.”

Annabeth beamed at him, and for that, all his problems seemed to melt. Luke felt as if he’d done one thing right. He swore to himself that he would never let this girl come to harm. “I am clever!” she said.

Thalia laughed and tousled Annabeth’s hair. Just like that—they had a new companion. “We’d better get going, Annabeth,” Thalia said. “We have a safe house on the James River. We’ll get you some clothes and food.”

Annabeth’s smile wavered. For a moment, she had that wild look in her eyes again. “You’re…you’re not going to take me back to my family? Promise?”

Luke swallowed the lump out of his throat. Annabeth was so young, but she’d learned a hard lesson, just like he and Thalia had. Their parents had failed them. The gods were harsh and cruel and aloof. Demigods had only each other.

Luke put his hand on Annabeth’s shoulder.“You’re part of our family now. And I promise I’m not going to fail you like our families did us. Deal?”

“Deal!” Annabeth said happily, clutching her new dagger.

Thalia picked up her spear. She smiled at Luke with approval. “Now, come on. We can’t stay put for long!”

The trio left Richmond, headed to their safe house on the James River. The three of them fought for survival and avoided monsters together. It wasn’t much, but it was home for them—the family they built.

At some point, Thalia got injured by a monster and Luke and Annabeth wanted to rest. Given the situation, Luke decided to take the girls to his mother's house to treat Thalia’s wounds and to gather up a few supplies as Annabeth rested. There, Luke finally meets his father, Hermes, for the first time in thirteen years. Luke was angry and resented his father. He demanded to know why he had never shown up when Luke had desperately prayed while he hid from his mother when she had fits, or when he was on his own, running away from monsters. During this conversation, Hermes inadvertently revealed that he knew of Luke's fate. Luke asked about it since Hal had only given him vague answers, but Hermes refused to tell him as he had already said too much. Luke then told his father that he couldn't possibly love him if he wouldn't tell him and angrily left with Thalia and Annabeth.

Eventually they met Grover Underwood, a satyr tasked to bring them back to Camp Half Blood. A safe haven for demigods. A place where monsters and mortals can’t come. Grover led the three of them to camp, but it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

Monsters attacked them from left to right. All three Furies and a pack of Hellhounds attacked, Cyclopes followed, and one thing led to another. Thalia sacrificed herself so Luke and Annabeth could get to camp safely. Luke thought she was stupid to sacrifice herself, he yelled at Thalia to not do it but she was as stubborn as her father. Luke held a crying Annabeth while fighting tears of his own as they entered the barrier between Camp Half Blood and the mortal world, where Thalia breathed her last breath as Zeus turned his daughter into a pine tree.

“Don’t worry, Annabeth. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Luke soothed the young girl in his arms, who mourned the loss of their friend—their sister. Luke vowed to himself that he won’t let the gods treat them horribly ever again.

MAYA WILLIAMS hated being a half-blood.

Why wouldn’t she? Maya grew up alone because she was one. Sure, she wasn’t chased by any monsters, but she lived with one. Her father—Oliver Williams—despised his daughter. Why? Her mother left when Maya was born, right after she was born. Oliver blamed his daughter for that. Maya had no clue on who her mother was, or why she left when she was born. When she would ask her father, he would get angry at her and hit her and yell at her to go to her room. There were times that Oliver would leave for days—weeks, even—leaving Maya with a nanny and the toys he had bought her just to leave him alone and the occasional visits from his secretary (who pitied the young girl). Maya didn’t understand why her father hated her when she only wanted to make her daddy happy.

When Maya was five, she started experiencing strange things. Like white doves flocking near her school that refused to leave how much the exterminators tried. Or that time when her grandparents brought her to the beach and dolphins started swimming towards her. Or that time when she was at the park and swans approached her as she fed the birds with her nanny. As a child, Maya didn’t pay it too much attention. She only thought that animals liked her so much that they couldn’t leave her alone. But when she turned eight, she knew she was different. Apart from having dyslexia and ADHD, she had this aura of beauty, causing everyone to like her, want her even. Aside from that, Maya could ask anyone for anything she wanted and she would get it. Like that time when her grandmother took her out to shop for clothes when she saw a pretty dollhouse that she wanted. It wasn’t because she was spoiled or anything, but when she would ask anyone out on the street for anything, they’d give it to her—no questions asked.

When Maya was six, she heard her father one night drunk in his room, crying over her mother. It was weird for Maya to see her father crying without any cameras because he was an actor, so as a curious little girl, Maya peeked into his room. She saw her father, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a photo in the other, which Maya assumed was her mother.

“Oh, Aphrodite, why did you have to leave me?” Oliver sobbed, titling the glass to his lips. “You left me with nothing! You left me alone to raise—”

Maya ran to her room before she even heard the rest of what her father said. She packed a bag of clothes, grabbed food from the pantry, medical supplies in the bathroom, and money from her dad’s office before running away from home and never looking back. Maya wasn’t stupid. For six long years her father made it clear that he never loved her, therefore she was doing him a favor by leaving. But she understood something. Her mother’s name was Aphrodite. Her mother was the goddess of love. How did a six year old understand that? She didn’t know. It just clicked in Maya’s head—the doves, the dolphins, the swans, were somehow enough to prove that the goddess was her mother.

Maya ran through the streets of New Hampshire as fast as her little legs could carry her, determined to be as far as possible from the place she once called home. She thought it would be easy, like what she’d seen once on tv, but it wasn't—it was far worse than anything she had ever seen. Maya didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. She couldn’t go to her grandparents, they were in Europe. Maya never felt so alone, living by herself in a world not built for little kids, especially a kid like her.

Eventually, Maya got the hang of being on the run. By the second month, she was living from state to state, asking for help—using her charm—to get by. From time to time, the thought of her father would cross her mind. Was he looking for her? Was he worried for her? Did he miss her? Maya wanted nothing more than to have her father’s love, she wanted him to find her—to wrap her in his arms and tell her he missed her and he was sorry for making her feel unloved, but she knew better than to expect that. Maya watched fathers with their little girls, wondering what she did to deserve a father like the one she had—a father so careless enough to let his own child believe that she wasn’t loved and run away from home at seven years old. She couldn’t understand how he hurt a little kid, his own kid.

And then there was the thought of her mother. It was ironic, how Maya was a daughter of the goddess of love and a man who’s incapable of loving. Maya wondered if it was some sort of joke, that she’d been born to parents who didn’t care about her. Or maybe her mother just didn’t think she was pretty enough to be worthy of being her child. It didn’t matter, because she was all alone—her mother never answered her prayers and pleas, proving all of her points. Maya was all on her own, she always had been. The happy little girl was gone, replaced by a little girl terrified by everything the cruel world tossed at her.

At seven years old, Maya has told a million lies—that came from her mother, probably—just to survive. Her clothes were tattered, flaming locks of auburn hair were matted and dirty, and skin bruised like violets from tripping as she ran away from creepy older men who tried to follow her. Maya had been on the run for two years, she had everything under control. She shoplifted from convenience stores and whenever she was caught, Maya would tell them that she lost her parents (which was true, in a sense) and had nowhere else to go. It worked like a charm each and every time, well except for that one time she ran into the police. Maya dreamed of living in peace, a place where she could be just a kid and not having to think where she’d sleep for the night or where she’d get her next meal. Given the state of how she was living, Maya knew it was impossible and maybe she had to learn to live with the miserable life she had. It was then that she held a grudge at her parents. Maya was tired of believing her parents ever loved her, because someone who loves you wouldn’t do any of this. They’re just the ones who gave her life, nothing more.

Maya promised to herself that she wouldn’t let anyone hurt her again, that she’d never be naive enough to believe that anyone could ever love her.

At eight years old, Maya met Ferdinand—a satyr who had sensed that Maya was a half blood. At first, Maya was scared. Of course she’d be scared, she was still a little girl and Ferdinand looked a lot older than her—she didn’t have great experiences with people older than her—and he had goat horns and legs.

“Don’t be scared, little one. I am a friend,” Ferdinand had explained to Maya, who hid behind a large trash can in an alley.

“Go away! I don’t wanna be friends!” Maya screamed, clutching her fraying backpack close to her chest.

“I can take you to a safer place, little one. A place where no one could hurt you.” Ferdinand explained, taking a step closer to the crying young girl. “I sense that you have been hurt before, am I right?”

Maya didn’t want to believe him. He was a stranger and strangers meant trouble. But something about the goat man felt safe. “I don’t wanna go to your stupid place! Leave me alone!”

“What’s your name?” Ferdinand asked, peering over the trash can.

Maya hesitated, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Not telling.”

“Alright, I’ll go first,” Ferdinand took the risk of walking to Maya’s side. “I’m Ferdinand. I am a satyr, protector of young demigods, or half bloods as they call children of the gods. And you are?”

Maya looked at him, eyes still glazed over with fresh tears. “Maya.”

“Well, young Maya, are you hungry?”

Maya shook her head no, but the grumble of stomach betrayed her. “Hungry,” she mumbled.

“If you’d like, you can come with me to that convenience store just ‘round the corner.” Ferdinand smiled at her, a kind genuine smile that Maya had never seen before in any other person she’s met. Reluctantly, she agreed, keeping her distance as Ferdinand led the way. Maya looked around, wondering how people are not looking at Ferdinand. He literally had goat legs and horns yet no one’s looking at him like an animal.

As soon as Maya was settled with a sandwich and juice box, she asked Ferdinand. “Why aren’t people scared of you, Mr. Ferdinand?”

Ferdinand chuckled. “It’s because of the Mist, young Maya.”

Maya raised a brow. “The Mist? Like perfume?”

“The Mist is what separates the mortal world from our world.”

Maya looked at him as if he was crazy. “What do you mean? Don’t we have one world?”

“Let me take you to Camp Half Blood, little one. Everything will make sense once you arrive.”

“Why should I go with you?” Maya asked, gripping the straps of her backpack, ready to run at any second.

“Because,” Ferdinand chuckled, acknowledging Maya’s skepticism. “There are kids like you at Camp Half Blood. It is a safe haven for young half-bloods like you. It is where the gods claim their children, young Maya.”

“You’re not lying?” Maya asked, big green eyes searching for any malice in the satyr’s eyes. She has had enough from malicious men who wanted to do unspeakable things to her. There was once this man who tried to lure her in with a good meal. When Maya declined, he tried to grab her, luckily Maya escaped—with the help of a little foot stomping and biting. It only fueled her hatred of men.

“I’m not, young Maya.” Ferdinand smiled at her. “It is our duty to protect. I promise I will not let any harm come to you as we travel to camp.”

“You promise?” Promises were never good, Maya hated promises. Promises were always meant to be broken. But this one felt like a tug in her heart, like a way to find who she was.

“On the River Styx, young one.”

Maya didn’t understand what the River Styx meant. Was it a river full of sticks? Despite her worries, Maya trusted him. The two then traveled to Long Island on foot from Massachusetts. Maya learned to trust Ferdinand, who kept her safe no matter what.

“You know, I have a nephew that’s around your age. His name is Grover, a fine protector in the making. He could be your friend once you arrive at camp.” Ferdinand mused as he and Maya—aboard his shoulders—trudged up the highway nearing Half Blood Hill.

“Really? You think he’s gonna play with me? An orphan-”

“You are not an orphan, Maya. You have a mother. I’m sure she’d claim you as soon as you step through the barrier.” Ferdinand insisted. Maya doubted that, but decided against voicing out her thoughts. She had prayed and prayed for so long, but her mother never answered, so why would she? Now that Maya was finally at camp?

As soon as Maya arrived at Camp Half Blood, she was in awe—giddy, almost. It wasn’t what Maya expected it to be. Camp was beautiful, far from the dumpster Maya had thought it to be. Every camper had necklaces, with beads indicating the years they’ve been at camp—Maya wanted one so badly and tried asking Ferdinand to make her one. There was a strawberry patch—much to Maya’s excitement, she loves strawberries and wanted to go straight to the patches. And for the main attraction, the twelve cabins, which Maya assumed one was her mother’s since Ferdinand had explained it was for each of the Olympian gods.

Maya was then welcomed by a crowd—campers of all ages, a grumbling man in a Hawaiian shirt, and half horse, half man.

“Welcome, young demigod,” Chiron greeted the young girl who was looking up at him with wide eyes. It’s not everyday that she sees another half human animal.

“Uh, what are you?” Maya asked, her hand immediately went flying to her mouth. “Sorry, I-”

Chiron laughed. “It’s alright, I apologize for not introducing myself properly. I’m Chiron, a centaur and the activities director of camp. And you are, young lady?”

“Maya,” she squeaked, eyes still wide. “Maya Williams.”

“Welcome to Camp, Maya. You’ll do great things, I know it.”

Suddenly, there was a collective gasp. Everyone stared at Maya like she’d just done something wrong.

“What did I do?” Maya asked, her lower lip trembling. She had been at camp barely a day, and she had already done something wrong. Was everything in her life always going to go wrong?

“Look down,” One of the campers said, pointing to Maya’s clothes.

Maya looked down and her eyes widened once more, she looked different. Her clothes weren't tattered and filthy anymore. Now, she was wearing a beautiful white sleeveless gown that went down to her ankles. Delicate gold armbands circled her biceps. An intricate necklace of amber, coral, and gold flowers glittered on her chest, and her hair was perfect: lush and long and flaming locks of auburn hair, braided to the side with gold ribbons. The filthy child, gone—as if she never was. Her mother had claimed her, just like that. Maya had been expecting that her mother would personally come and claim her, but she didn’t. Maya should’ve known better than to expect a literal goddess to come down and meet her child.

Chiron folded his front legs and bowed to her, and all the campers followed his example. “Hail, Amaya Williams,” Chiron announced proudly, as if she did something honorable. “Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love!”

friendly reminder: this is how small maya was when she ran away 🤭

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nikosasaki · 3 months

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introducing ⋆ Cassandra 'Cassie' Lewis

Cassie Lewis had always believed that being a demigod would fix her problems – not create more. Developing a chronic insomnia problem at the age of six, Cassie only lasted a few years before she became too much to deal with for her mother, sending her to Camp Half-Blood for the first time. However, even amongst kids just like her she became an outlier, and instead of returning home after the summer, Cassie ran away. She was eleven when she first met Luke Castellan. Two years older, weary, and even more defensive than Cassie was, Luke became something she never imagined she would have; a friend. Together, the two young children tried to survive the world around them, along the way picking up two other demigod children, Thalia and Annabeth. Though, eventually, Cassie grew to care for Thalia and Annabeth in their own right, she never quite loved anyone quite as much as she loved Luke. Perhaps that’s what made it all the more difficult when she began to dream of Luke betraying her. Camp Half-Blood should have been the thing that saved him. A place where Luke could learn about himself, and the Gods, and grow into someone different. Someone who wouldn’t destroy everyone in his path for revenge. She was foolish to think that anyone could avoid their destiny, no matter how terrible.

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THE OUTSIDERS

001; start of something new

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summary: the one where daisy returns to camp from college and is blinded by her love for him, even as the world ends

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The winter Solstice was creeping up on Daisy Valance. She knew she had to head to camp to see her friends again and it helped that her mums new boyfriend Nick had taken her on a trip so she didn't feel so guilty.

Last summer had been her fifth at camp and she loved it like it was home to her. Because it was.

She felt safest there. Although she loved her mother and she loved going to NYU, she still loved Camp Half Blood.

She was wrapped up at in a coat, her suitcase in her hand as she looked around at the place she called home.

Daisy waved at Chiron as he walked over, or galloped, she was never quite sure how to describe it.

"Miss Desdemona," he said, bowing his head.

She chuckled, "You are the only one that calls me that Chiron," she said, walking alongside him as he walked further into camp.

She remembered coming into camp years ago and seeing it all for the first time. The feeling never went away.

"Look who the minotaur dragged in," a voice said and she turned around when she heard the voice.

She recognised him in an instance. It was her best friend in the whole world, the only person who ever truly understood her.

"Luke Castellan, charming as always," she said, dropping her suitcase down as she walked over.

He pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. The last few weeks had been hard without her.

She was his best friend and that was it. But he had always wanted more.

His dreams were getting worse and worse. He could see him standing there, taunting him, telling him that he had things that he needed to do.

He was torn between it all. He wanted to fulfill what he thought was his destiny but he wanted her as well - that's something he hadn't even managed to say to her yet.

"Good to see you again," he said, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"You too Luke," she said, "I'm sorry I missed your wins at capture the flag,"

"It's fine, a boy doesn't wins twice in a row often," he joked, looking down at her.

"Shut up," she said, stepping away from him and hitting him on the arm, "Now, help me with my bags?"

She looked over at where her bag was to see Chiron standing there, a smile on his face.

He had been working at this camp for years and had never seen a couple quite like them. Having spent years to admit their adoration for one another.

The issue was that he had heard of Lukes fate. That something bad would happen to him even if he didnt know what it was.

He hadn't told anyone but knew that something tragic would occur. He didnt want the couple to falter because of that.

He leaned down and picked her bag up, handing it over to the boy.

They started walking, side by side. It was like they were joined at the hip and couldn't seperate.

They didn't hear the whispers of their camp mates as they walked past. Luke and Daisy were icons in camp so to see them together was news to them all.

They walked into the apollo cabin and they cheered when she walked inside of the room.

She laughed, a blush spreading over her cheeks as she listened to the cheers of her coming in.

Daisy loved her cabin. She had never felt a home like the camp before and they all meant a lot to her.

A little blonde boy rushed up and she pulled him in for a hug.

"How was college Daisy?" He asked, looking up at her.

He was the closest thing she had to a little brother. She had been the one to bring him here and she looked after him fiercely.

"Good Will, its nice there," she said.

She couldn't tell any of them how lonely it felt sometimes, being the only demigod there. Always watching her back to make sure there weren't any monsters.

"I don't get to see you enough," Luke said, leaning against the empty bunk bed. He knew the top one was hers.

She shrugged, a sad smile on her face, "You see me often enough,"

"You don't come back enough, I agree," Will said, walking closer to Luke.

Luke smiled, leaning down and ruffling the kids hair, "Thanks for standing up for me kid,"

"Where's Lee and Michael?" She asked, changing the subject.

"They're somewhere, dealing with the new kid who just joined," Luke explained.

"Very nice," Daisy said, looking at Will, "You should tell me all about what's happened since summer,"

He started talking and then Luke looked down at his watch. He really needed to talk to her.

"Actually, can i borrow her for a minute Will, I need to talk to her," he said.

He had a solemn tone to his voice and she knew that meant that something was wrong.

She worried about him all the time. She didn't want something bad to happen, for those nightmares to take affect him him.

Will nodded and then Luke turned to Daisy, "Can we go for a walk?"

He was serious. Too serious. Her smile faded, "Sure,"

There was silence between the two as they walked through the woods, muscle memory taking them to their favourite spot.

When she saw the lake, she remembered all of her best memories that occurred here. Her eighteenth birthday party.

The moment she realised she loved Luke.

It was here, at this very lake and now, as she sat down next to him on that very same log, she knew something was wrong.

There was a prolonged silence. It was awkward and neither knew what to say and that was new for them. They were always comfortable around one another so what changed?

"You okay?" She asked, looking over at him.

He shook his head, silent. There was this moment where he looked like he was going to say it but he didn't.

His Adams apple bobbed as he fought back the urge to tell her everything. He had to be careful with what he was going to say.

"You gotta tell me what's going on here," Daisy said after a while. She couldn't wait for him forever.

He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see her reaction, "I had another one of those dreams,"

She scoffed, "Luke. I told you not to listen to those," she said, almost scolding him.

These dreams had been occurring for years, ever since he was 17 and went off on that quest his dad sent the two of them on.

She could remember him afterwards. She had been injured but his internal problems were worse than anything she sustained.

Daisy had told him that those dreams were dangerous, that he should tell Chiron but he had ignored her ever since; his pride was getting the better of him.

"They're making sense. They all make sense," he tried to explain.

He reached over, hand on her knee as he tried to convince her that these were right.

She shook her head, "They don't. He's trying to manipulate you,"

She was desperate at this point, trying to reason with him. Nothing good would happen if he kept on going the way he was.

Daisy couldn't lose the man she loved. She had lost so much in her life and he was the only one that stuck around. She loved him, even if he didnt feel the same.

"He is right, our parents don't care about us," he said.

She scoffed at his incredulous statement, "I could have told you that," she knew they didn't care but that wasn't reasoning for war.

He reached forward and took her hands in his. Only then did she realise that she hadn't been looking at him.

Luke rubbed his thumb over her knuckles and she looked up at him, eyes meeting his. She could see the vulnerability in his face - he really thought he was doing something important.

Her face blushed a little bit at the intimacy of the moment, her hands in his, his eyes locked on hers.

"Come on Des, this is it, this is our time to take charge of our future," he begged, desperate.

This was Lukes moment to achieve everything in his life that he had wanted. But the other thing he wanted was the girl in front of him.

He couldn't let her down.

"Don't listen to him," she begged, feeling the tears burning up behind her eyes at the thought of losing him.

He brushed his thumb over her hand again, trying to sooth her as he heard the break in her voice, "I should. He's right about everything,"

He wasn't looking at her. He couldn't bare to see the pain in her eyes.

"Luke," she begged.

He looked up at her now, seeing the tears welling up in her waterline. She never cried so to see her like that meant that this was important to her.

"Please, listen to me." He asked, desperate to get his point across, "He wants me to take something from the God's and I'm going to do it,"

Her heart pounded in her chest. This could completely ruin his life and the world. She couldn't let that happen.

"Promise me you won't," she begged.

He hated seeing her like this, "I have to," he muttered, voice breaking.

"Prmoise me you won't. You're my best friend Luke, promise me," Daisy was desperate. She had to stop him.

He watched the tear slip from her eye and roll down her cheek. Luke reached up, the pad of his thumb brushing across her cheekbone.

"Okay, for you," he said, hand staying on her cheek, "I promise,"

She pulled him in for a hug, holding his against her for a little while.

Daisy wanted to believe him, she wanted to hope that he would stick to his promise and maybe it was the rose coloured glasses that prevented her from seeing the truth.

"I won't let anything happen to you, ever," he promised, words muffled as he spoke them into her shoulder.

He pulled away, brushing a strand of hair away from her face so that it was behind her ear.

"Okay," she muttered, hoping that this was all real. That he wouldn't hurt her because why would he?

The nightmares that she had after his quest came back that night.

The image of the man in the middle of the woods came back again, cloacked in darkness, covered in fear.

She woke up in a sweat, eyes pooled with tears. She didn't know that this was the start of the end for her, that this man would ruin her life.

Daisy closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep in blissful ignorance about what was soon to come.

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wisdomssdaughterr · 3 months

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REFLECTIONS. THE RISE AND FALL OF CAMP HALF BLOOD’S ORGINAL GOLDEN TRIO

“we were too close to the stars…”

LUKE CASTELLAN. son of hermes, the traitor.

HELENA WINDSOR. daughter of aphrodite, the burned.

theme, THE HISTORY OF MAN by MAISIE PETERS. he stole her youth and promised heaven | the men start wars yet troy hates helen | women’s hearts are lethal weapons | did you hold mine and feel threatened?

DOMINIC FAIRBANKS. son of demeter, the cursed.

theme, FRANCESCA by HOZIER I’d tell them, “put me back in it” | darling, I would do it again | if I could hold you for a minute | darling, I’d go through it again

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bound together by a twisted, invisible string, three demi-gods cannot escape their intertwined fate. A heart must break, a hero must fall from grace, and a curse must ruin them all…

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A fanfiction that is perhaps in the making 👀 one thing about me, I love an angsty betrayal.

#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x oc #hermes #aphrodite #demeter #percy jackson fanfiction #children of aphrodite #children of hermes #child of demeter #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #pjo moodboard

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SOUR CHERRY

Luke Castellan x OC

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

Main Pairing ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

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

Spoilers ~ A Ton!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

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

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

Chp 3 ~ Diverging Pathways of Fate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But none like on Olympus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The God's were not reasonable; especially Zeus.

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

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

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

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

The God's were not forgiving; especially Zeus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Gods disliked disobedience; especially Zeus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The God's were selfish; especially Apollo.

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

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

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

There no was no fear or misery.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Purple flowers.

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

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

Hyacinths.

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

Both horrible and tantalizing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

An utter failure.

A loud crack of thunder snapped above the pair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shed tears of worry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs · 4 months

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THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING ⸺ A PJO FANFICTION

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THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING ⸺ this is the first book in a pjo au that i am working on, it is based on the books AND is not really based on the tv show series as i started it months before the show came out. it starts in the titan's curse and thus contains spoilers (for those who have only watched the show) for the lightning thief and sea of monsters. it is a slow burn luke castellan fic, with a little bit of grover underwood sprinkled in although as i'm writing it, i am currently considering that luke/oc/grover be the end pairing in the series. only time will tell what the endgame pairing will be. currently the book is focusing on found family and the roll the oc plays in the pjo verse.

🏛.ೃ࿐ SYNOPSIS．▌ ❝Through out the three centuries that Sarah's been apart of the Hunters, she's come to realize that being a Demigod thoroughly sucked. Growing up as a child of Hades in the Puritan village of Salem, Sarah never once had it easy. But she had been happy, happy to be alive, happy to be apart of the Hunters. The threat of an impending war is imminent, and while Sarah is far from being at the center of it, the sword of Damocles still swings precariously over her head, for Sarah was a hero that had been happy for far too long. perhaps after three hundreds years of living a relatively joyful life for a Demigod, it was time for Sarah Willoughby to sacrifice something.❞

🏛.ೃ࿐ CHAPTERS．▌ Currently Published: 001 Prologue, 006 Chapters, 002 Misc. Chapters

🏛.ೃ࿐ CONTENT WARNINGS ▌Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Not Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Prophecy, Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Families of Choice, Past Relationship(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Period Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, Historical Inaccuracy, Medical Inaccuracies, Childhood Trauma, Percy Jackson has a Twin, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Original Character Death(s), Canonical Character Death, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Enemies To Lovers, Luke Castellan Redemption, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst and Tragedy, Blood and Injury, BAMF Percy Jackson, BAMF Bianca di Angelo, Protective Siblings, Sibling Love, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Monsters, Luke Castellan-centric, Original Character-centric, Complicated Relationships, Serious Injuries, Good Parent Hades (Percy Jackson), Necromancy, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies

🏛.ೃ࿐ RELATIONSHIPS ▌Luke Castellan/Original Female Character(s), Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Hades/Original Female Character(s), The Hunters of Artemis & Original Female Character(s), Maria di Angelo/Hades/Persephone, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Bianca di Angelo & Nico di Angelo & Original Female Character(s), Clarisse La Rue & Original Character(s), Grover Underwood & Original Character(s), Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson

🏛.ೃ࿐ CHARACTERS ▌Original Child(ren) of Hades (Percy Jackson), Original Child(ren) of Apollo (Percy Jackson), Grover Underwood, The Hunters of Artemis, Bianca di Angelo, Nico di Angelo, Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace, Zoë Nightshade, Original Jackson Character(s), Original Child(ren) of Aphrodite, The Olympians, Annabeth Chase, Kronos, Artemis, Hades, Persephone, Castor, Pollux, Chiron, Ethan Nakamura, Dionysus, Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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lecsainz · 4 months

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Can u do any kind of luke imagine with maybe a daughter of hades:p

˒ ⌕ DID YOU EAT, TODAY?

parings: luke castellan x hades!reader

an: this was my first piece that my sister liked? I'm sooo happy because she's picky, and I usually have to beg her to read anything I write. yes, I know it's pathetic, but I usually don't think my writing is good, and I don't think you guys will like it. I have a bit of a validation-seeking complex (mirroball girl here 😭

summary: where, after 18 years of surviving alone, you finally arrive at camp half-blood, discovering you're a child of hades. adimist it all, a hermes' boy might find himself perhaps falling for you.

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

The camp was bustling with activity, but for you, the chaos of your newfound identity as a demigod and a daughter of Hades was still settling in. The moment you were claimed upon entering the camp, it felt like your entire world had shifted. As the campers dispersed for their activities, you sought solace by the lake, needing a moment to process the overwhelming revelations.

Luke, having noticed your absence from the group, made his way to the lake with a small cupcake in hand. Blueberry, your favorite. He approached cautiously, recognizing the turmoil on your face. The daughter of Hades, a complex puzzle of emotions and powers.

"Hey there," Luke greeted, sitting down beside you. "Did you eat today?"

You looked up, your eyes still reflecting the confusion and vulnerability that came with the newfound knowledge of your divine parentage. The mere question, though simple, struck a chord within you, resonating with a sense of care that you hadn't expected.

"I... I didn't really feel like it." you admitted, your voice betraying the uncertainty.

Without another word, Luke handed you the cupcake, and the corners of his lips lifted into a reassuring smile. "Well, you should. It's blueberry – your favorite, right?"

Surprised, you glanced at the cupcake, realizing that somehow, amidst all the chaos, Luke had remembered your preference. A small, genuine smile formed on your face as you took the cupcake. "Thank you."

Taking the cupcake, you managed a small smile. The gesture was simple, yet it carried an unspoken understanding. You hesitated for a moment before taking a bite, savoring the sweetness that contrasted with the bitter reality you were grappling with.

Luke watched you quietly, and when you finally met his gaze, he reached over to wipe away a stray tear that had escaped your eye. It was a gentle touch, one that conveyed more comfort than words ever could.

"You know, being a demigod is tough, especially in the beginning," he began, his tone gentle. "But you're not alone in this. We're a family here, weird as it may be."

You chuckled, feeling a hint of warmth amidst the emotional storm. "Yeah, a family of demigods with divine parent issues."

Luke chuckled with you. "Exactly. And you've got powers from the Underworld, which is pretty cool if you ask me."

Your laughter echoed by the lake, and Luke couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading within him. He looked at you, your smile contagious, and a goofy grin formed on his face. In less than 48 hours, everything you did seemed to become his favorite thing.

"See? I knew blueberry cupcakes were the way to go," Luke teased, nudging you playfully.

As you enjoyed the cupcake, the night air became a canvas for the unspoken. Luke's gaze lingered on you, studying your features. The flicker of vulnerability in your eyes and the subtle playfulness of your smile sparked something in him. His mind wrestled with conflicting thoughts. The prophecy and his allegiance to Kronos felt like a weight on his shoulders, yet the simple act of being there for you seemed to defy the inevitable.

Luke couldn't help but think he was treading on dangerous ground. The more he got to know you, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, there were things worth fighting for beyond the plans of gods and Titans.

Caught in his own internal struggle, he locked eyes with you. His expression shifted between uncertainty and an undeniable connection that was forming against all odds.

And then, as if a realization hit him, you blushed, looking away. The daughter of Hades, powerful and enchanting, now bashful under his gaze. A small smile played on Luke's lips, acknowledging the unexpected turn of emotions.

"Stop," you said, your voice a blend of amusement and a blush that colored your cheeks.

"I can't help it," Luke responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He made no effort to hide his amusement, which only intensified your embarrassment.

A playful slap on his arm was your immediate response. "Seriously, cut it out."

Luke chuckled, the sound resonating in the tranquil night. "Alright, alright. I'll behave... for now."

"Hey, Castellan! We're heading out. You coming?" The moment was interrupted by a group of Hermes cabin members calling for Luke. As he got up to join them, he glanced back at you. "You coming?"

He extended his hand towards you, a gesture so simple yet filled with unspoken invitation. With a slight hesitance, you placed your hand in his, and together you walked away, fingers intertwined.

The children of Hermes exchanged smirks, whispering amongst themselves as they watched Luke and you leave the lakeside. One of them winked at Luke, teasingly remarking, "Looks like someone's got a soft spot."

Luke shot back with a grin, "I don't know what you're talking about."

He glanced at you, a sly smile playing on your lips radiating a warmth that ignited a turmoil within him. In that moment, a realization struck Luke like a lightning bolt – perhaps you were the unforeseen obstacle in Kronos' grand plan. As he stared at you, the idea that his growing feelings for you could complicate the titan's scheme loomed over him, and for the first time, Luke Castellan felt the weight of a dilemma he hadn't anticipated.

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angrygirlromero · 3 months

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OCEAN EYES PT. 2

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

Warnings: possible grammar mistakes, dark Luke.

Pairing: Luke x daughter of Poseidon x Little brother Percy.

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Ella could remember quite clearly her life with her parents, her life before camp, her life before Luke, her life revolved around training with her father every morning before dawn, learning to use her powers and the other half of her time was spent with her mother Amphitrite learning how to rule and care for a kingdom, it was overwhelming for a little girl, but at such point in time Ella was more than content with making her beloved Godly parents proud.

Ella's mind raced as she made her way down the path towards the office, the sweet and awkward little boy she had met only a few days prior was her little brother, her father had fathered another bastard, a son.

Ella couldn't help but feel hurt by her father's infidelity once again towards her mother, but Percy was a nice boy him being her brother wasn't going to change the fact that he was also the victim of her father's actions or now their father's action.

She knew Amphitrite was not one bit bothered by her husband's company but to father two forbidden children was most certainly crossing Zeus line, Poseidon would not be forgiven, war will come, Percy was not prepared to wage war against the gods maybe Ella and her father were but the young boy wasn't.

Making her way up the stairs of the opened office Mr. D eye's met her's a stressed look fully displayed on his mature face, "Oh look who's here the woman of the hour" called out the God, Percy quickly wiped around to face his sister.

Percy Jackson was lost, a wave of different emotions had overwhelmed him since he had been claimed, but when he saw her his heart pained to know this entire time at camp he had felt alone and his sister had been right in from of him this entire time.

"Dionysus, Chiron, Grover" greeted the girl with respect, she could feel the tension rise in the room, Grover stoop silently in the corner after his outburst he wasn't sure he should intervene in such conversation any more.

Ella turned to finally face the boy who's eyes had been boring into her soul since the very moment she step foot in the room, "Percy" she breathed out, and for the first time in her life Ella was speechless.

Chiron and Mr. D shared a look before Chiron spoke to break the tension between the sibling. "Marella maybe you should show Percy to his new cabin..." he trailed off, "of course" replied the girl smiling softly at Percy, he wasn't to blame after all.

"I suppose the cabin was getting quite lonely after all" she added, to which Percy smiled, before he trailed behind her as they left. Making their way down toward the Hermes cabin Percy walked next to the girl, an awkward silence falling over the pair.

"Did you know?" asked Percy breaking the silence, "No, I didn't, I've always been aware of our father's affairs but I never knew he'd fathered another forbidden child" stated the girl, Percy came to a halt causing Ella to slowly stop in her tracks, "What's wrong?" she asked, "look I know this is gonna sound weird but since the very first moment I met you I've felt this connection, I don't really know how to explain it's like if you and I were connected, and I didn't understand the feeling until now, you've been nothing but nice to me since we've met and I don't want you to hate me" pleaded her brother.

Ella took a few steps closer coming face to face with the desperate boy, "Us being sibling does not change how I feel towards you or care for you Percy, that feeling you felt was mutual, it's like father always says, water holds memory, it was him trying to tell us from the very beginning" stated Ella lifting her hand to Percy's face, her delicate fingers brushing over his cheeks.

Percy's eyes bore into hers, "From now on we are one, you are my brother, my blood, whoever wishes to harm you shall have to go through me first little brother, even if that means waging war against Zeus to keep you alive" stated the girl.

Percy's eyes overflowed with tears, he had felt so very alone and abandoned since the moment he had arrived at camp he thought his father had turned his back on him, but instead Poseidon had gifted him a sister, a loving and beautiful sister to care and protect him.

Ella gave Percy a sad smile before she embraced him in a hug the boy ducked his head into his sister's neck sobbing his heart out to his now found sibling, for once in the longest time Percy Jackson felt safe.

From a distance Luke stood on the porch of the Hermes Cabin, watching them, pure jealousy raging in the Hermes boy's eyes, Percy was her sibling but yet Luke couldn't help but feel the overwhelming feeling of jealousy overtaking his body, he desired nothing more than to be Percy in that very moment, he wanted her to wipe his tears away, to hug him, and rub his back in comfort, he would keep her to himself matter what it took.

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Walking back into the Hermes cabin was a different type of experience for Percy now, everyone looked at him differently, with respect maybe, or was it pity? or maybe even fear, Ella made her way into the cabin at her brother's side, her arm interloped with her brother's until they reached the spot where his stuff where.

Percy let go of his sister careful as if in any given second she would just disappear into thin air, picking up his things he tried avoiding the chattering from all kid's around him, "Hey princess" called out a familiar voice causing Percy to glance back at his sister.

He watched Luke approach her from behind wrapping his arm around the girl as if he owned her, their interactions had never bothered Percy before but yet now Percy couldn't help but feel bothered by Luke's proximity to his older sister.

"Hi love" she smiled up at him, leaning up to her tiptoes to press a soft kiss on to Luke's scar causing the Hermes boy to flush, "How've you guys been?" he asked with a small stutter because of his nerves, "We're doing just fine, I have a feeling we're gonna get along quite well" stated Ella with a pretty smile provoking butterflies to flutter in Luke's stomach.

Luke Castellan wasn't one to enjoy being powerless, but yet when he was with Ella he had never felt weaker, he loved the addicting feeling of her attention on him. "That's great princess, I'm happy you guys are getting along" said Luke, lying, at first he had found Percy's fondness for his girl amusing, but now Luke was much more bothered than ever.

Percy quickly threw his stuff into his bag finally zipping it up standing to his feet, facing the pair with an awkward smile, he watched his friend mutter something into his sister's ear causing her to smile and nod as if she was confirming something, "you done Pers?" asked Ella.

"Yup"

"Alright then, I'll see you later handsome" said Ella slowly releasing herself from Luke's arms causing the older boy to pount and Percy to cringe, Ella began walking away as Luke refused to let go of her, soon enough he did standing there like a lovestruck fool letting Percy walked past him.

"Hey Percy" called out Luke, causing Percy to stop and face him "Don't be a stranger, if you ever need help don't be afraid to ask" said Luke with a smile, to which Percy nodded, "Yeah thanks, I won't."

"Good."

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Walking into their cabin Percy stood amazed at the entrance watching the beautiful fountain in the middle and the carvings of Poseidon and other greek engravings that were displayed on the wall, his eyes scanned his sister's half of the cabin where their were hand painted paintings of the sea on some parts of the walls.

There was a huge double bed remaining beautifully adorned with white sheets, an elegant dark blue head-bed with gold embroideries and an unhealthy amount of sea animal plushies, and around the bed were white curtains that were neatly hung around the pretty bed display, it looked like something out of his mother's dreams.

His new cabin was most definitely better than the Hermes cabin, there was a small section with a desk and a book shelf in the farther corner of the room, and on the other side of the cabin were shelves of different weapons and vintage fishing gears on display.

"The other half of the cabin is all yours, I've asked Dionysus to order you a new bed, it'll be arriving sometime next week, so for now you can sleep on the bed with me if you like" offered Ella, "It's alright, I'm good with the taking the floor, I wouldn't want to cause you any discomfort" said Percy his eyes scanning over every souvenir on the shelves.

Ella chuckled at Percy's enchanted state, "You know when I first got here this place was a mess, no one had stayed in here for ages and all this stuff was just thrown around, but with time the Hermes and Hephaestus boys helped me fix up the place" explained Ella, "Oh well that's very nice of them" said Percy finally removing his bag to place it on the floor on his half of the room.

"You know you are more than welcomed to use my desk and books whenever you like little one, everything here is as much yours as they are mine"

"Thank you Ella, really I appreciate it all" said Percy with a grateful look, "I um have a question tho, its kind of off topic" continued Percy, "I'm listening" replied Ella taking a seat on her soft bed.

"You and Luke, are you guys like a thing, like officially?" asked the sea prince, "Luke and I are complicated, we both have feelings for each other but our pride won't allow either of us to confess, besides I've known Luke for years and he's always been there for me, him Chris and even Annabeth, he was there for me when I needed him the most and if we don't work out I don't think I could ever live with myself" Ella said mumbling out the last part under her breath.

"That makes sense, but if he tries something you don't like you tell me, because if he hurts my sister he'll have to deal with me" said Percy causing Ella to laugh, this was most definitely going to be interesting.

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