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lafleshlumpeater · 4 months

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can i please get literally anything about travis stoll. i’m begging. i need more content for him. if i have to be picky all i ask is daughter of apollo reader

Ofc!! Hope you enjoy<3

Warnings: none, i think? Lmk if there are

Requests are always open<3

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“What’s this, babe?”

Your boyfriend, uncharacteristically shy, looks up at you through his lashes, chin tilted down. You cock your head to the side.

“Travis?”

“Hmm?”

You give him another perplexed look. “Can I open it?”

You had just showered after training to find your boyfriend waiting on your bed, a brown paper package sealed with sellotape in his ever- moving hands. He had wordlessly stood up, greeting you with a shy grin and handing you the mystery item.

Even now, he’s hesitant, biting his lower lip. You reach out and pull it from under his teeth- you were always nagging at him for that habit.

You trace a thumb up his jaw, admiring the spatter of freckles along his nose and cheeks, like the most delicate painting of stars in the sky, his sunkissed skin the canvas for it.

“You- you can open it.”

“Sure?”

He nods. “But-” he places his hand over yours when you pick at the sellotape. “Don’t laugh.”

You’re about to give him a playful quip back, something about how if it’s something stupid like a plastic bug, you’re going to laugh- but the words die on your tongue and your face relaxes into something like sympathy or extreme tenderness when you realise he’s serious. The poor boy thinks you’re going to laugh at him.

Your insides dissolve to mush. “I won’t laugh. Promise.”

You can see his shoulders slump slightly, but he’s still tense. “Okay.”

Your fingernail resumes its endeavour to peel away the sellotape, but quickly growing impatient, you just tear at the paper. At first, you see nothing inside and wonder if it’s one of his silly, everyday little jokes after all- when something at the bottom glints up at you. You raise an eyebrow, but your boyfriend just looks to the side, long lashes almost blond in the sun shining through the open window. You observe the thing more closely, taking it out and laying it flat on your palm- and when you see what it is, your heart flips.

It’s a necklace. A golden chain, so carefully crafted you wonder for a brief moment if it was forged by Hephaestus himself. But that’s not what caught your attention.

Your face pulls up into a face- splitting grin, so wide it hurts. A small bow and arrow charm hanging from the end, a curly ‘T’ and ‘S’ next to it. His initials.

You look up at him with an elated giggle. “Travis.”

“Do you like it?” he asks nervously, eyes squinting, sceptical through narrowed eyes.

“I- I love it,” you beam. “Thank you. So much.”

Your effervescence is contagious; Travis rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish but easy smile you knew so well. “I didn’t know whether you’d want your initials or mine, but-”

“But it’s perfect,” you interrupt. “Thank you. Honestly. I love it.”

At your adoring reaction to his gift, he completely relaxes, face still flushed a pleased pink. “I’ll help you put it on,” he says, taking it from you and turning you around by your waist. You feel his fingers brush the back of your neck as he clasps the necklace, stroking his thumb along your warm skin. “Pretty.”

Your smile grows even wider, something you didn’t deem possible. “Shut up.”

He leans in, nosing along the skin between your neck and shoulder. “No.”

“Tease,” you mutter, turning back around to face him and pulling him in for a long- awaited kiss.

Sorry if this was really random just smth i was thinking abt yesterday

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7s3ven · 3 months

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NEXT PJO FIC.

I have so many Luke ideas but I kind of want to write for some other characters. Tbh, I’ve forgotten everything abt Leo even tho he was my fav before the show 😭.

I’m thinking either Connor/Travis Stoll, Percy, or just another Luke one shot lol.

#connor stoll #travis stoll #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x you #luke pjo #pjo series #demigods #camp half blood #oneshot idea

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wolffoxnation2 · 6 months

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Im planning something ;)

#percy jackson #w.i.p #writing a oneshot #Travis Stoll #Connor stoll #pjo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Writing #Pjo Travis stoll #Pjo Connor Stoll

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suguwuus · 6 months

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★ only you

i lied i went and rewrote another oneshot instead of doing my ocs teehee

wc: 2.4k words

contains: unspecified godly parent and mutual subtle pining

"I swear to the gods, Stoll, if you do that one more time, I'm going to drown you."

"Yeah?" Connor mocked, cocking his head to the side and grinning like he was about to push you underwater again. Both of you tread the seawater, chins just touching the cool surface. "And what are you going to do if I splash black dye on all your clothes?"

"I'm gonna change my style, move to the Hades cabin, and stay there," You replied stubbornly. "I can learn to get along with Nico and Hazel, anyway." You glanced toward the shallower part of the beach, where Percy was trying to get the di Angelo to learn how to swim. He was clinging to him and Jason like a scared cat, pale shaky limbs glistening in the sunlight.

"Have you forgotten that Hazel is Roman? Better get used to Will's sweet-talking!" Connor splashed water in your face, getting it up your nose.

"Shit—stop!" You coughed and swam closer to him, despite strands of hair uncomfortably sticking to your forehead and a dull ache in your nose. "Does he really talk like…like that around Nico?"

"No, but he stares a lot. Like he has a really obvious stare and stops doing everything just to stare." Connor glanced at Will, sitting ankle-deep at the shore, waves lapping at his shins. "Who knows, he might be imagining them swapping spit with each other—"

You hissed and clapped a hand over his mouth. He pushed your hand away and laughed. "He's so far. He can't hear us. RIGHT, WILL?"

The blond looked up and squinted in your direction. "Huh?" His voice was barely audible over the sloshing of the waves.

You shot Connor a glare. Then you felt a leg hook around yours. Before you could retort you were pulled beneath the surface again. You grabbed his shoulder and hauled yourself back up out of the water, grumbling and wiping the saltwater from your eyes.

"Fuck. You." You started to swim towards the shore, wading through the water.

"Hey, come back! I haven't had enough fun with you. Can we at least race?"

You called him over and waved your hand, getting an idea. You stopped after a few feet, looking down at the sea floor as your shirt billowed with the movement of the waves. Connor caught up to you. "What is it?"

"I think there's a watch there."

"A watch?"

"Yeah, there."

"I can't see it."

"Yeah, because you have to look closely, dumbass."

"There?"

"Yes, there."

"Is it a Rolex?"

"I don't know." You hoped he couldn't hear the smile in your voice. Then, while he had his head bent over the surface, trying to see what you were pointing at, you took the chance and shoved his head down, creating splashes as you did.

You laughed with satisfaction at getting him back as he coughed and spluttered. While he caught his bearings, you tried to continue swimming. But when Percy asked you a question, you stood still, letting your guard down. This gave Connor an opportunity to sneak up behind you and push you back down under the water by your shoulders, which of course, he did.

"Y/N, Connor's taking forever in the showers." Travis plopped down on the biggest hammock, the one you had taken the liberty of occupying. He threw you off balance and almost made you drop the pretty rock you had found.

Leo Valdez was splayed on another hammock with Piper McLean, making something with twigs and a soda can. "You think he drowned?"

Travis settled down and caused you to drop your rock. "He's not. He answered me when I called him."

You shook your head at the thought of your crush in the shower and frowned. "Why are you asking me about this?" Crush? Yes. Exactly. You found it a bit funny that you developed feelings for Connor, out of all people in camp, but once you looked past the rocks in your pillows and vinegar in your pancake syrup, he wasn't too bad. Then again, you had to endure the water up your nose to be around him as well.

You stuck your arm through the hammock and picked your rock off the soil. "We don't even have bathtubs at camp."

"You never know."

"What the Hades is that supposed to mean?"

For the next hour or two, your mind alternated between wandering off or going blank (and maybe Connor with wet hair). The others who went swimming joined you as well, either climbing the trees to talk with their friends more or laying on the hammocks. Others went back to their cabins. You lay there, soaking up the sun and feeling too lazy to even adjust yourself. You turned the rock over and over in your hand.

Clovis from the Hypnos cabin yawned. "It would be nice to take a nap. I'm tired..." His head drooped down and he snored.

At that, you felt more tempted to nap more than ever, but your doziness was interrupted by a shout.

"Guys!" Connor called. He ran towards your area at full speed. He could've stopped, but he tripped over a tree root. He straightened up, grinning and pushing curls out of his eyes.

You bit back a smirk, not sure if out of pettiness or endearment. "Did you find a serpent in the drain? Is that why it took you three hours?"

"No. Well, kind of. I was, um, I was taking a shower, obviously, and there was a worm. Anyway, we have a new camper! I couldn't find you guys," He pouted.

"Really? Who?" Travis asked. "Where from?"

"Uhm, California."

"Everyone's from California," Someone up in a nearby tree scoffed.

"She's a legacy from Camp Jupiter! Her parents are Greek, children of Nemesis and Demeter! And they actually got to survive past 25, with a house and all. Do you know how cool that is?!" Connor rambled.

Murmurs erupted. Very few adults were seen around Camp Half-Blood. It was even more rare to even hear of them living long enough to have children. You started wondering what it would be like to be a child of two demigods.

Connor jumped, is if an electric shock went through him. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Austen!"

Will had a half-brother named Austin. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and he shrugged, equally as clueless as you.

Connor disappeared again, but came back pulling a girl's hand along. She had shoulder length blonde hair and freckles sprinkled over her nose bridge, her face had strong features and she was dressed in a blouse with a cartoon character on it and jean shorts.

Leo snickered. "Imagine if this one's named Austen River."

You were too busy thinking about how Connor was acting with her. Or maybe you were a little weird for thinking he might have held her hand for a little too long, who knows?

He glanced shyly at her. "So...you're staying in the Hermes cabin for now, right?" He chuckled. "Sorry. We're sorted by godly parent here. Not sure where you're going to be put."

"Actually," Austen tucked a strand of hair behind her ear— "I was told I'll be staying in the Nemesis cabin." Connor's eager smile faded a little.

You spoke up, trying to ignore that last bit. "What's it like in New Rome?" You hoped your voice didn't sound as stiff as you felt.

Whatever she said about New Rome or Camp Jupiter or California or her demigod parents went into one of your ears and left through the other. Instead you had paid attention to how Connor would glance at her or how he laughed whenever she'd slip in a joke or two. He put his hands in his pockets and hooked his thumbs around the belt loops, which made you frown a bit. That was a nervous habit of his.

You felt a bit guilty for being so jealous. Did you often feel like this? Was it normal?

Sometime later, one of the people in our group jumped and yelped that it was almost time for Capture the Flag.

Austen looked down, mumbling something about how she had heard of it but never played or heard of how exactly to play it. Connor perked up, and offered to teach her, even to show her some tricks and spots.

That's alright. Like you gave a shit. Besides, that didn't hurt much. It only stung like a Hellhound's bite. In the ass. Through a tight pair of crispy scratchy jeans.

As if your day hadn't already turned sour enough, you had turned up with a sunburn from earlier at the beach.

You also would have said some more colorful insults and statements, but you felt like keeping it to yourself today. It was because you had seen Connor laughing with Austen with an arm over her shoulders. Your conscience told you that you shouldn't assume, but you snapped back at it, saying it was different when you had a crush. Besides, you knew Connor, and that boy was never that clingy on the first day of meeting someone. He never put his arm around people much, either.

The Fates must have felt particularly mischievous that day, too, because Connor and you had ended up on the same damn team in Capture the Flag. That might have sounded good, but what if he let Austen's team win?

You were left with him on the defensive, guarding the flag and standing on either side of the pole, facing away from each other.

"What do you think of Austen?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes while he couldn't see your face. Wow. No hi, hello, do you have any strategies in mind or anything. Just straight to Austen. Alright. "She's fine."

"Uh huh. Well, do—"

"Do you like her?" You blurted out. When you realized you said it out loud, you decided, fuck it, and faced him. He turned to you as well, looking surprised from what you could see of his face under his helmet.

"What?"

You looked down, mumbling so you wouldn't seem too upset. "Dude, you had an arm around her earlier. And...I saw you staring at her."

"Does that mean you always look at me as well?"

You immediately scowled, digging the sole of your shoe into the forest ground. "Shut up!" When he wouldn't look away from you, you frowned even deeper. That made a victorious smile start to bloom on his face.

He crossed his arms. "What's the matter? Jealous?"

For a moment, your breath caught in your throat. Luckily for you, your mind reacted quickly. "I mean, if you like Austen so much I can go with your buddy Isaac. He has been dropping a lot of hints lately. Then you'll know I'm not jealous, right?"

"Isaac? Dropping hints? Wow. You really think he'd treat you better than I would?"

"What?"

You gripped your weapon, feeling your palms get sweaty. Your eyes widened. "You tell me!"

Connor raised his hands in surrender. "Um...You first! Why are you being weird?"

"Why are you so clingy with Austen all of a sudden? Do you like her? It's been, like, 2 hours since she came here, Connor."

Connor took off his helmet. "I don't like her! Chiron told me to give her a tour! I was on my way here when she arrived." He laughed. What was so funny about this? This boy had a strange sense of humor.

"Then what about you going to the Big House with her?"

"Y/N, I twisted my ankle." He glanced down, and you followed his gaze to see some compression gauze around his left ankle peeking out from the collar lining of his dirty shoe. "And besides, I've only liked one person for...um, a long time."

Your expression softened. "Who?"

He took a deep breath, then pressed so hard on the hilt of his sword hanging at his hip, that his hand slipped. He put his thumbs through his pants' belt loops. "Um...please don't get mad..."

Why would you be mad? "It's you, Y/N. Only you. For a year or two." He laughed nervously. "Or more."

"Me?" You asked incredulously, jaw dropping. You felt a shock run through you, not believing what you just heard.

"No, the nymph over there."

A tall, slim girl with braided hair and skin tinted green appeared beside you, scowling. You nearly jumped out of your skin at that. "Don't drag me into your lovers' quarrel!" Then she disappeared into green mist.

You looked back at Connor. "You're serious?"

"No, I'm Connor."

"Connor, please."

"Yes! Yes, of course, you! It's been so damn long, Y/N! I've been scared that you wouldn't like me back, you know, but since you asked, I can't not say it, okay? I haven't crushed on anyone else in years, because of how your eyes look when you talk about something you like, or your smile, or the way you speak, and how clingy you can get without knowing it when you're tired because you want someone to lean on. You're the only one who's on my mind, all the time. Only you." He cleared his throat, then inhaled through his teeth. He looked just as flustered as I felt.

"Oh. Me...me too." You mustered the courage to respond. Your head almost spun from the information, but at the same time your heart was going to break out of your ribcage from joy. "Me too, I-I like you a lot, I like you so much, Con, you keep me awake at night, too."

He sighed, relieved at your response. He then approached you, helmet under his arm. You reached out to take his hand, face breaking out into a grin, but then your thoughts interrupted you two once again, via your mouth. "Hey, Con."

"Yes?" You almost squealed in giddiness with the heart-eyed look he was giving you at that moment.

"What if Austen likes you?"

"Oh, no, I'm gay," Said a third voice. You spun around to see Austen, still in her cartoon design shirt and shorts, a bow slung over her shoulder and a knife in her hand. "...That's okay, right?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah, totally." Connor shrugged.

Austen relaxed. "Okay." Then she tried darting past you two, but you jumped into position, blocking her way.

You realized a second too late that your efforts were directed at a decoy. "Thank you!" Someone shouted. Annabeth Chase stood at your base, holding your flag, grinning proudly.

#— suguwuu's posts #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #pjo #pjo oneshots #pjo x reader #in the og oneshot austen had an adventure time shirt so that shouldve said enough #lets go lesbians!!

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jgracie · 7 days

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TRAVIS STOLL

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i just want a humble, / murderously simple thing: / that a person be glad when / i walk into the room — marina tsvetaeva, on love

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aquanova99 · 2 years

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Could you write a angst oneshot for Travis Stoll of PJO where he’s dating a daughter of Ares (much to everyone’s shock since she tampers her aggression down better than her siblings) and basically she finds out he’s cheating on her but also ends in somewhat comfort fluff since she goes to her siblings?

Hi lovely! While I would love to write a Stoll brother x reader, but as per the pinned post I do not write any kind of cheating , especially with characters I don’t see doing that. so sorry 🥺

#aquas asks

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them

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writinqss · 5 years

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“What the hell happened?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would like to know, Trav.”

“I’m not going to tell you because I feel like I will be further wounded.” Travis says certainly, clasping his hands in his lap, in the corner of your eye. He tilts his head when you put slight pressure on his jaw, angling the cut to the light.

“Further.” You snort, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Instead, you use the antiseptic to dab along the jagged cut on the side of his head, from his eyebrow to his hairline. Your left hand cups his chin, tilting slightly again. “Anyway,” You say, distractedly. “This prank will be the talk of the town and I will no doubt hear about what happened at dinner.”

“What if I told you -” He begins but cuts off as he winces, hissing, but continues, “What if I told you it was Connor’s idea? Wait, nope – I can’t let him take this because this was spectacular.”

“Cheer up, Trav.” You use your left hand to tilt his face up to yours, kissing him gently. “You okay now?”

“I’m great now – thanks to you.”

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝

“I don’t know what I would have done without you here.”

pairing: connor stoll x gn reader

requested?: yep!

warnings: nudity, mentions of eating, mentions of stealing

category: fluff, one-shot

Usually, you didn’t condone Connor’s illegal tendencies, but tonight, you didn’t even care. For the first time ever, you were actually grateful for his people skills and quick fingers because, without it, you’d be sleeping outside again. You barely caught the moment he snuck the cash out of that guy’s wallet, but it didn’t matter because you were only concerned about whether he’d stolen enough money for at least a motel or not.

It must have been your lucky day because he had stolen enough to get a motel room for the night, a change of clothes, and food. You could almost cry at the anticipation of finally being able to shower after only being able to wash up in gas station bathrooms in the last few days. You wouldn’t have even cared if you didn’t get to eat tonight; you just wanted to freshen up.

Connor’s suggestion to join you was shy and quiet; you had almost missed it. He had asked to shower with you the same way he asked for a kiss on your first date. Your heart squeezed when you noticed the usual vibrancy in his brown eyes is dimmed by a type of exhaustion that only a beaten demigod could sympathize with.

There was no way you could refuse him and with a silent nod, Connor trailed close behind you on your way to the bathroom. Neither of you spoke, peeling off your clothes in silence and jumping into the shower together as if it was routine.

A soft sigh left your lips once the warm water hits your skin, soothing your tense shoulders. Connor joins you right under the spray with a soft smile, thumb caressing your waist as he brings a small shampoo bottle into your line of vision.

“Close your eyes.” There's a fluttering in your stomach as you comply. Connor was as exhausted as you were, and still, he was taking care of you. If you argued, you knew he would say something along the lines of, “it’s your quest. Let me just do this for you.”

It’s what he’s been saying the entire time; it’s been his excuse to use his skills to get you guys food, a train ticket, or even exhaust his powers to get you to safety. It didn’t matter to you if it was your quest; he’s still had to put in the same amount of work as you did, and right now, you’re feeling spoiled.

His soapy fingers gliding along the curve of your skull almost lures out a moan from your lips. You swore you heard him stifle a laugh, sure that he's noticed your soften knees and the way you melted against him.

Connor takes his time, his touches gentle and considerate as they swipe away any soap that drips onto your face. Through your eyelashes, you catch the adoration in his expression as if he couldn't imagine being with anybody else at this point in time. And considering that you’ve just taken your first shower in the past three days and you haven’t felt particular pretty recently, the small action meant the world.

On occasion, you caught those looks briefly, and they remind you that though Connor isn’t very vocal with his affections, it didn’t mean that it didn’t exist. His love for you flourished in his actions — they live in his complaints when he finds out you haven’t eaten enough, in the good night kisses that last longer than they should, in the shy handholds when you walk together at camp and in the way he doesn’t let go when his brother teases him.

A smile creeps up on your lips as he catches your stare, the other instinctively leaning in for a peck on the lips. The kiss is short but sweet, and it makes you feel warm all over.

He rests his forehead against yours. "You're distracting me."

You giggle at his tone, scolding you as if he was working on a project and not just washing your hair. "Oh, sorry."

You close your eyes again, unable to fight the smile on your lips especially as his chuckle echoes off the bathroom walls. After a while of heavenly scrubbing, he leads you to the water, tilting your head back to rinse it clean before conditioning your hair and repeating the action. Already you feel lighter, the grime of fighting monsters and trudging through forests finally off your hair and down the drain.

Connor pulls away, and you reach for the shampoo bottle to wash his hair, but he stops you. “I’m not done,” he teases, rolling the bar of soap in his hands to collect the suds. “Turn around.”

He’s amused at your initial argument, his hands on your shoulders as he forces you to face away from him. You relax only when he reassures you that he'll allow you to return the affection after you insist it was only fair if you did so.

His soft hands then run down your back, the other stepping close enough to leave fluttering kisses on your neck. The brush of his lips sends goosebumps all over your body, and you sigh, the tension in your muscles unraveling even more.

“Thank you, Con, for everything.” You feel him smile against your skin, but you frown, a part of you unsatisfied with just saying thank you. It didn’t feel like enough. Connor always went the extra mile for you, and no matter what you did for him, you always feel like you’ve never been able to catch up. “I don’t know what I would have done without you here.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help you out?” Playfully, you roll your eyes at the teasing nature of his tone. His hands wrap around your waist to press your back flush against his chest, and he nuzzles his face into your neck. A squeal leaves your lips, the action tickling your skin, and Connor chuckles. “Not a good one."

He answers his own question, and your cheeks warm up. As he returns to wash your body, you stare at the brunette in awe. His gaze is protective and loving, scanning down every curve of your body. When his eyes met yours, you cower, flustered that he had caught you staring, and when he gives you that boyish smile that you love so much, you're left wondering how you got to be so lucky.

Yup, I’m definitely spoiled.

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angloie · 3 years

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Rotten man, Rotten man

Katie hates Travis.

That's it. She does.

(Not.)

He's infufferable, really, with that sly smirk of his and how he always thinks he's better than her. How he always has one more prank, one more crass joke, one more banter or truck up that goddammed sleev of his.

She doesn't know where it started. Kindergarten? Middle school? Whatever or whenever, their little rivalry started wayyyy long ago.

Katie hates his smile.

That damn smile. So full of himself, so confident, so sly and cocky. She hates it! Seriously!

She hates kissing Travis's lips more, lips crashing against each other in a messy way. She always makes it a point to kiss him until neither of them can breathe, and all he does after is grin. Grin.

It drives her animalistic when he leans in again for another, then another, and another.

Katie hates his hands.

Hands. They're warm, so warm, holding her own and cupping her face to check up on her when she's sick. They hold her gently. Soft. It makes Katie seethe that such a rotten man could have such soft hands.

She hates how she makes fun of him. She hates how he calls her rude jokes. He hates how he pulls pranks on her.

Katie doesn't hate how Travis always knows when he takes it too far. How he apologizes, hugs her, praises her in words of compliments. Katie doesn't hate how Travis stays up late with her on a video call in the middle of the night just becaiuse she didn't feel safe without talking to someone. How he buys her that plant at the flower shop two cities away just because she mentioned them in a conversation.

Katie doesn't hate how always, always, her first choice to go to when in a time in need is Travis.

And when they're together alone, hand in hand, eyes staring lovingly at each other; she doesn't hate that much either.

She thinks love is a complicated thing with that rotten man.

#enemies to lovers with tratie!?!?!?#i wrote this on a whim #im so sleep deprived goodnight #pjo #katie gardner #travis stoll #percy x annabeth #tratie #chb #camp half blood #rick riordan #tratie au #tratie fic #tratie oneshot #camp jupiter #tratie fluff

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sayoneee · 4 months

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☆ YOU ARE IN LOVE

“strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you’re my best friend, and you knew what it was, he is in love” - taylor swift (smau)

contains: luke castellan x ares! reader. best friends to lovers? background clarisse x chris! (i’m not a swiftie but this song) pre tlt. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: can you tell i’m obsessed with charlie bushnell? (been pirating the series tho—as always, free palestine!)

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yn “7/11 isn’t that far” welcome to watchmojo and today we’re counting our picks for the top ten stupidest people

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lukecastellan wasnt even that far ur so overdramatic

yn luke castellan u better count ur mf days lukecastellan ur my best friend u cant kill me chrisrodriguez hello??? what am i, chopped liver??? yn 🙄

clarisse featured 💯💯

travistole it was fun though!

connorstole who are u trying to lie to...

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yn don’t tell chiron 🤫🤫

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clarisse where was my invite 💀

yn u were too preoccupied w ur bf sry! clarisse delete that rn or i’m blocking you yn nooo u and ur bf are too cute for me to miss out 💔💔

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lukecastellan wb my invite

yn last i checked u arent a girl lukecastellan what if i was yn still cant come w! lukecastellan im reporting ur ass to chiron 🌚 yn u cant survive without me luke lets be fr

silenabeauregard MY STUNNING GIRL

yn silena ur the loml (fighting charles as we speak) cbeckendorf 🧍

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yn hellraiser - ozzy osbourne

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travistole he might not want u but i might after this one 😍

clarisse what connorstole what silenabeauregard travis... yn good to know! 😍

lukecastellan u look good

yn why is this lowk the nicest thing uve ever said to me lukecastellan liar im super nice to u yn 🤨🤨

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yn ares cabin x hermes cabin 🔛🔝

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clarisse ????

chrisrodriguez 😬😬 @yn you were warned

silenabeauregard if thats who i think it is.

travistole what in the soft launch

yn why do u know what that is travistole that’s for me to know and u to find out yn ??? connorstole so are u going to give us some answers... yn 🏃

g_man wow who would’ve thought 🙄

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lukecastellan hey lol

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yn hey lol

annabethhh stand up please. u can do better! lukecastellan rude silenabeauregard yn i thought you were my gf 💔💔 yn NOOO im being held hostage i swear im still ur gf lukecastellan 💀 chrisrodriguez this is your karma bro

clarisse too obvious

travistole they were never subtle to begin with g_man the whole camp knew yn i hate u all. silenabeauregard except luke tho yn ur lucky i love u.

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miraclesnail · 4 years

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No one:

Not a single soul:

Absolutely not a single person:

Me: i kinda want to write a fic where Nico is transported to an alternate universe where Bianca is alive and they are children of Hermes while Connor and Travis are children of Hades. Then I can kill Travis, have Connor destroy the world to bring his brother back. Wouldn’t that be fun? :D

My 6+ WIPs: are we a joke to you?

#fanficton #pjo #nico di angelo #travis stoll #connor stoll #it can be a oneshot #ideally it will be a medium length one shot #it won’t get too long #i think #hopefully

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irismsg · 4 years

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not sure if i’ll do it or not rn bc i have multiple other wips going BUT...... if i WERE to write pjo oneshots what kinda things would anyone like to see 👀

#pjo fanfic #percabeth #valdangelo #im tagging those two pairings in particular bc they are my favs but yk #i used to write katie gardner / travis stoll a lot when i was like 13 too lmao #i should be writing on my main reddie wip rn but im just humouring the idea of pjo oneshots ok

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wolffoxnation2 · 7 months

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Hold on

Travis and Connor stoll arent twins

So what the fuck does their mother do to make Hermes come (poor choice of words) twice?

Like that woman has to be either the worlds best mail woman or a thief.

Also, I'm sorry but these boys for some reason have my brain in a chokehold, and I'm working on an angsty oneshot for Travis rn.

#travis stoll #Connor Stoll #percy jackson #pjo #Pjo Hermes #stoll brothers #connor stoll

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captainsophiestark · 4 years

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Cabin 11

A Harry Potter/Percy Jackson Crossover

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Requested: No

Summary: The twins are taking Apparition lessons at Hogwarts when things go a bit wrong. Instead of appearing in the circular target on the far side of the Great Hall, they end up in the middle of a summer camp on Long Island, New York and walk right into a prank. Fortunately for the twins (and unfortunately for pretty much everybody else), getting pranked usually results in a beautiful friendship between the twins and whoever was clever enough to prank them.

Word Count: 3,360

Category: Crossover, humor

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"Alright boys, whenever you're ready, go ahead and give it another try. Remember, this is just practice, so you still have plenty of time to learn before your Apparition test."

Twycross had the patience of an experienced Driver's Ed teacher as he spoke to the twins. He'd been teaching all the sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds how to Apparate for years, so not even the Weasley twins could shake him.

At least, that's what he thought.

The twins jumped up and down a few times, shaking out their arms and trying to get in the zone. Like most things in life, they were doing this together.

"Alright, ready Georgie?"

"Ready Freddie."

As one, the twins focused as hard as they could, trying to cast the spell correctly. They really did try.

When they opened their eyes again, at first it seemed like nothing was wrong. They were still standing across from each other, which was the goal in the first place. But, after a few more seconds without Twycross critiquing them or telling them to try the same thing coming back, they knew they'd made a mistake.

Slowly, the twins turned away from each other to take in their surroundings. They were no longer in the Great Hall, in the middle of Hogwarts castle. Instead, they were standing outside on nice, green grass, in the middle of a bunch of strange-looking buildings.

"Where are we?" asked Fred, turning around in a cirlce.

"No idea... what were you thinking of when you Disapparated?"

"The same things I was thinking of last time! I think."

"Me too." They looked around for another minute, but saw nothing familiar. "Well Freddie, we might as well see if we can find somebody to tell us where we are."

The twins headed for the nearest building, one with a massive owl carving on the door. George knocked a few times, and the door swung slightly open on its own.

"What do you think? Should we go in?" asked Fred.

"Might as well. Maybe somebody's inside who can give us answers, since they left the door open."

Having made up their minds, the twins shrugged and walked all the way through the door together. As soon as they cleared the threshold, something from the ceiling fell on their heads, absolutely soaking them with water and dropping little rubber bugs.

"What just happened?" asked Fred, turning to his twin in confusion. George leaned down and picked a little rubber spider up off the floor, giving it a good look before saying anything.

"I have no idea," he finally decided.

There was no one in the cabin, and the twins were just getting ready to go back outside and check another cabin when the door burst open and two boys with brown hair came running inside.

"What—" The taller one started speaking, but stopped and skidded to a halt when he caught sight of the Weasley twins. "Who are you?"

"We could ask you the same thing!" said George. Other than their height, the two-brown haired boys were almost as identical as the Weasley twins.

"You're the strangers in our camp!" cried the shorter one.

"And besides, we asked first."

Fred and George looked at each other, then figured it couldn't hurt to give some answers. They'd come in here to meet people in the first place, after all.

"I'm Fred, and this is my twin, George," said George. This was their favorite joke to play, and he wasn't going to miss such a golden opportunity to do it. "We showed up here by mistake, and we have no idea where we are."

"Or what's with all the water and fake spiders," added Fred.

"That was us," explained the shorter one. "I'm Connor, and this is my older brother Travis. We were trying to play a prank on this cabin, so when they all came back from lunch they'd get water and spiders dumped on them, but... well, you triggered it first."

The twins looked seriously disappointed, so Travis spoke up.

"It's okay though, we still have the entire rest of the summer to prank them. Heck, we can just put the rubber spiders in their beds and it'll basically be like nothing went wrong."

Connor and Travis moved to pick up the bugs, and of course the twins helped. Prank masters that they were, however, they couldn't just leave it at that.

"You know what we did once?" asked George once the boys had gathered all the spiders. "We tapped fake bugs on the inside of lamps, so that when you turned the lamp on it looked like there was a giant bug crawling around on it."

Connor and Travis' eyes lit up at the idea, massive grins spreading across their faces.

"That's a great idea!" Connor declared. "Let's do that instead!"

The twins practically cackled in glee as they helped the brown-haired brothers stuff every light source in the room with fake bugs. With all four of them helping, it didn't take long, and before they knew it all the spiders were hidden safely away, lying in wait.

"Alright, we better get out of here before everyone comes back from lunch. I can think of at least three people in this cabin that would kill us on sight if we're still here when they turn the lights on," said Travis, a massive grin on his face.

The four boys walked back outside into the nice summer air. The Stolls began strolling towards a big body of water, so the Weasley twins followed, since they didn't really have anywhere else to go.

"So what is this place?" asked George, looking around curiously as the passed one strange building after another.

"It's a summer camp..." said Travis, clearly reluctant to say much more than that.

"So who are you guys anyway?" asked Connor, looking just as curious as his brother. "I mean, besides your names. How did you get here?"

The twins glanced at each other, not sure what to say. With two family members working for the Ministry, they were both well aware of the Statute of Secrecy and the consequences for breaking it. But it seemed like the Stolls had a secret too, and something about them just made the twins feel like they could trust their newfound partners in crime.

"We... used magic..." Fred said cautiously. He didn't want to say too much too quickly, so they'd have time to change course if they really needed to.

"Magic..." The Stolls looked at each other with the same apprehension Fred and George were feeling, and after another few tense seconds, the twins decided they'd had enough.

"Alright, let's do this: we tell you everything about us, you tell us everything about you, and none of us ever tell anyone else anything," George declared.

Travis laughed a little, extending one hand to George. "Sounds good to me. It'll be nice to be done beating around the bush."

All four boys agreed, and the twins went first. They quickly explained about being wizards and the Apparition class that brought them here, and thankfully the Stolls accepted the story without many questions. Then, Connor and Travis did their best to explain about Camp Half-Blood and the Olympians, and while the twins were a little more shocked than their new friends, they managed to process the story and get back to the most important part: pranking.

"So what I'm hearing is, you two are the American versions of us?" said Fred.

"That sounds about right!" said Connor happily.

"Hm. Well, since we can't really do anything other than wait for someone to come find us, why don't we help you two with some pranks while we're here?" suggested Fred. Neither of the twins were seventeen yet, so even if they were good enough to Apparate home they weren't allowed to.

"Sounds good to us!" Connor decided. "We're going to wreak havoc on this camp."

Borderline-evil grins appeared on all four boys' faces as they stood by the lake, finding a secluded area where no one could see them to begin planning.

The Stolls took the lead on coming up with pranks, since most of the twins' pranks relied on magic, which they couldn't use here. They decided they'd be more effective if the rest of the camp didn't know about the twins, so they planned the rest of their day based on when different campers would be where. The twins had no idea when Twycross or some other Minsitry wizard would show up for them, so they wasted absolutely no time getting started.

First, while everyone was busy with different activities, they decided to go after the empty Big House. It wasn't empty very often, and it was the riskiest target, but the Stolls were confident Chrion would be kept busy with teaching the twelve-year-olds archery, and Argus was out doing rounds.

With the help of the Weasley twins, the four boys blew up as many balloons as possible, then taped them together in clusters. They'd never have enough time to fill the entire Big House with balloons, but they could certainly fill the windows and make everybody think they'd filled the entire thing with balloons.

"It's too bad we're not quite seventeen yet," said Fred. "Or else we'd be able to fill the whole house for real, with a little bit of magic.

"Whenever you two leave, you better come back when you turn seventeen so we can do that," said Connor.

The twins just grinned and put the first clump of balloons in the window.

"Alright, what's next?" asked George, hands on his hips as he surveyed their work in satisfaction. Every window in the big house had a bunch of balloons taped in it so from the outside, it looked like there was a four-foot layer of balloons sitting in the house.

"Well, there is one me and Travis have been meaning to try..."

"You ever heard of those chicken bouillon cubes?" asked Travis. The glint in his eyes was almost manic, which made the twins practically giddy with excitement.

"Never heard of it," said George.

"But I get the feeling we're about to hear plenty," added Fred with a grin.

"Good instincts," Travis agreed. "Basically, it's a little cube of all the stuff that goes in chicken soup but without the liquid. Connor and I have been wanting to stuff them in the shower heads for a few weeks now."

The twins took a minute to think about it, and then their eyes lit up when understanding finally dawned.

"You're going to make chicken soup showers!" George cried in delight. Fred and Connor high-fived, truly evil grins spreading across all four faces.

"We're going to have to bring some of this back to Hogwarts," Fred said happily.

"Definitely."

"Alright, come on! There's no time to waste, we can't risk somebody coming in and catching us," said Connor. They made a quick pit stop at the Hermes cabin to get the chicken bouillon the Stolls had been hiding, then continued on to the camp showers.

"This is brilliant," said Fred happily as he unscrewed the first shower head.

"Thanks! We thought so too."

As quickly as possible, the twins and the Stolls made their rounds through all the camp showers. After just over half an hour, with only a few incidents that required squeezing into a single stall to hide, all the showers in the camp were ready to spew chicken soup on the next person to use them.

"This has been the best day ever!" Fred cried as the four new friends hid behind the Hermes cabin, out of sight of the rest of camp.

"And there's more where that came from," Travis said. "It's time to move on to some more personal pranks."

"Okay, let's get started. Solace is on his way to the cabin and the rest of Hermes is busy with sword fighting in the arena," said Connor. The four boys started walking, sneaking around to the front door and going in to find a completely empty room. "Perfect."

"So where should we stand?" asked George, looking around the room.

"Ooo, what if we were over here in this corner?"

"That looks great!" Travis agreed. "Okay, now just stand there and look creepy."

"Will's here!" Connor cried, leaping back from the window to stand with his brother. Fred and George were standing in one of the back corners of the cabin, as still as possible, trying to keep the smiles off their faces as a perky blond camper walked through the door.

The camper, Will, paused before he got through the door, clearly wary to strut into the Hermes cabin to meet Travis and Connor, alone. He pushed open the door, and when nothing fell on him, he walked the rest of the way across the threshold.

"Hey, so you guys said the Aphrodite cabin— who are they?" Will had caught sight of the Weasley twins, finally, and turned his attention to stare at them. They didn't respond, and the Stolls turned around to where the twins were standing, looking just past them before turning back to Will.

"Who are you talking about, Solace?" asked Connor.

"The two guys in the corner! Come on, don't try to tell me you don't see them, I know you two well enough that I'm not gonna fall for that."

"Will, there's nobody here but us..." said Travis, looking concerned. Will clearly still didn't believe them, but the Stolls were patient. They had two pranks running at once, and they were perfectly happy to run the second while they tried to convince Will of the first.

"You can't seriously expect me to believe you don't see two redheaded twins standing in the corner of the cabin."

"Is this for the rubber snake we put in your bunk last week Will?" asked Travis. "Because honestly, if it is, it's a pretty lame attempt at a prank."

"We need to give him a lesson in pulling pranks," said Connor, and Travis nodded in agreement. Will opened his mouth to speak again, looking at the twins with a little more apprehension than he had before, but Connor continued before he could. "Anyway, we called you here because we need some help."

"Yeah? With what?" Will hadn't taken his eyes off the twins, who hadn't taken their eyes off him. The Stolls continued as normal, which was only freaking Will out more.

"You know how we replaced all the Aphrodite cabin's hair products with hair dye last week?" asked Connor. Fred and George had to fight to keep smiles off their faces, but Will was still staring at them, so they managed.

"Yeah..."

"Well, they're making us do penance by helping them with a project." Travis paused like he was distracted, then sighed heavily. "Will, you look insane, staring holes at a blank spot on the wall like that. Can you focus?"

"Yeah, we don't want the Aphrodite kids painting our cabin pink in the night for revenge."

"I'd be able to focus better if you weren't pulling this stupid prank..." said Will, dragging his attention away from the twins to focus back on the Stolls. He sounded less and less convinced that the twins in the corner were a prank with every word.

Connor did an exaggerated eye roll, and Travis sighed like he was giving up.

"Alright, whatever Will," said Travis. "Just bring all the trash you can find to the Aphrodite cabin, okay?"

"What?" That distracted Will from the twins, if only just a little bit. "Why would they want trash?"

"They're doing some kind up upcycling project or something, I don't know, they just said to bring all the garbage we could find to the Aphrodite cabin for them to beautify or whatever," said Connor.

The last time Will looked back at the twins, Fred had made eye contact with him and now wasn't blinking. Will was completely locked in his impromptu staring contest, and as a result the Stolls' lie slipped right through his defenses.

All Will wanted to do was get out of there as fast as possible.

"Uh yeah, okay, sure. Garbage. I'll get on it and I'll pass it along."

"Great, thanks Will," said Connor, trying to sell his relief as much as possible.

"And hey, I know you're a healer and all, but you might want to go have one of your siblings give you a concussion test or something. Seeing people that aren't there isn't usually the best sign of health."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Will waved Travis off, but he sounded distracted, and he didn't take his eyes off the twins as he backed out the door. "I'll uh... I'll see you guys later."

No one moved for a full sixty seconds after Will left the cabin, just to make sure he was really gone. Then, as one, they all broke down laughing.

"Did you see his face when we told him we couldn't see you?" gasped Connor between breaths. "He looked like he was gonna pass out on the spot!"

"He didn't even question your explanation about the garbage! He's going to go spreading that around now!" George added cheerily.

"Excellent job boys, prank well played all around," laughed Travis, shaking the hands of the three other boys.

"Truly, an outstanding partnership," George agreed.

"So, what's next?" asked Fred, once everyone had calmed down a little. "I like these muggle pranks of yours, and we'd love to get some more ideas before we have to go back to Hog—"

The twins were cut off by a loud pop as an older wizard, Mr. Twycross himself, appeared in the room.

"Oh thank God!" he yelled when he caught sight of the Weasley boys. "I've been searching for the two of you for hours! Never! Never in my entire tenure as a teacher have I had two Apparition students completely disappear as the two of you did!"

The twins shared a look, not quite sure what to say, as Twycross took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Now, boys, we're going back to Hogwarts right this instant. Albus wanted to close the Apparition zones in the castle ages ago, but of course we couldn't..."

By some miracle, Twycross hadn't noticed the brown-haired Stoll boys standing behind him. Fred and George weren't about to point them out, since it would result in their memories getting wiped, and they walked over to Twycross casually as though they hadn't been pulling pranks with their new half-blood friends for the past several hours.

Twycross paused a minute to gather himself, and the twins took their only opportunity to say a hasty goodbye to the Stolls.

"We'll be back with wizard pranks as soon as we turn seventeen," George whispered. Both Stolls shot them grins and thumbs up, and then it was Fred's turn to deliver the final bombshell of the prank marathon.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm Fred. He's George."

The Stolls looked confused for half a second, and then Fred and George saw their faces start to break into amazed grins just before Twycross took them back to Hogwarts with a quick flick of his wrist.

"Alright boys, we'll continue the Apparition practice next week," said Twycross once they were safely back in the Great Hall. "In the meantime, you two should run along to bed."

The twins were heading out of the hall before Twycross had even finished his sentence. They only had a couple months to come up with the perfect plan for unleashing every possible magical prank on Camp Half-Blood.

Fred and George couldn't wait to see the Stolls again.

#harry potter #percy jackson #the weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley #travis stoll #connor stoll #hermes cabin #pranks #will solace #hogwarts #wizarding world #demigods #rick riordan #weasley twins imagine #harry potter fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #harry potter oneshot #percy jackson imagine

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