liz !

hello

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happy birthday to my beautiful amazing boyfriend

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thank you casting directors for stephen kalyn as dean di laurentis

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how we feeling about the off campus show guys???? all i am saying is that it made me pick those books up again so fucking fast.

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BETTER THAN THE MOVIES IS BEING ADAPTED. CHARLIE BUSHNELL PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE.

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He just gets hotter and hotter everyday 😻🥰

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happy late valentine’s day to my evil ass bf❤️

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Percy Jackson and The Eye of The Storm

Chapter 1/??: The Queen's Return

demigod!percy jackson x almost-god!fem!oc

tags: heartfelt, first crush, fluff, romance, alternate universe, a bit of slow burn (??)

disclaimer: fem!oc, looks based on pjo tv series, percy & annabeth bffs, ages 14+, told in narrator’s pov

OC INTRODUCTION & CHAPTERS

this might be bad lolz i'm still learning to write :,) enjoy reading!!

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Calyx has been at Camp Half-Blood since she was about seven years old. She's one of the senior campers of Camp Half-Blood, but she’d left camp for a while when she was twelve.

What made her slightly different from others was, she was an almost-god—daughter of Aphrodite and Persephone. 

This evidently meant she was irresistible and invincible. Being a child of Aphrodite meant people naturally felt drawn to her, and she could literally just charm anyone into whatever she wanted them to. She knows when someone’s lying, crushing, or longing, and has the ability to influence emotions subtly, even sense feelings like tension, desire, and jealousy. As a child of Persephone, it had a lot more impact. Her mood would affect the environment—anger would result in frost, grief would result in decay, and calm would result in bloom. She could manipulate specific plants, and influence temperature shifts with her mood. As a daughter of the Queen of the Underworld, she had a natural command over others, that even monsters hesitate before attacking—and this also meant she was almost impossible to kill. This kind of… scared off some suitors and some people in general. Not because they were afraid of her—they were afraid they wouldn’t be able to handle it if she got ‘out of control’.

An almost-god was the next dangerous thing after a forbidden child. They’re the demigods that are claimed by two gods, then blessed to mortals. They’re called almost-gods because of the mortality that they still possess, but an almost-god because of the possession of powerful abilities of both godly parents. This made them a lot closer to the gods. Considered one of the rarest and dangerous beings, monsters–even the gods themselves–will take a shot at them just as much as they would with a forbidden child.

Just like a forbidden child, monsters were always at her tail whenever she stepped out of camp. This complicated her quests, but the monsters were never that much of a problem to keep her from completing them. 

Her godly parents, Aphrodite and Persephone—they were around much often. Aphrodite couldn’t really care less if she were on the brink of death, unless a handsome suitor was involved. Persephone, on the other hand, made sure to guide her just enough to get her through, even in the smallest ways—‘cause Calyx was her only child. A cabin was eventually built for Persephone, due to the Aphrodite cabin being a little overcrowded for Calyx to bunk in. 

She was adored, feared, whispered about, and pitied for all at the same time. Juggling cabin duties with almost-god duties wasn’t easy, of course. She was the Co-Head Counselor of the Aphrodite cabin and Head Counselor for the Persephone cabin which she all had to herself. Her mothers are often—no, always finding ways to get her involved in some kind of business that involves trouble just to show her off.

This has happened multiple times—setting her up with suitors, especially with kids from the Apollo cabin or the Ares cabin, even with mortals as long as they were a person of wealth—and this happens once again when she meets Percy Jackson, and he meets her.

She’s just come back to camp after almost three years. Because of her ‘mortal affairs’, some things have kept her from returning. She’s missed out on a lot—and by a lot, I mean a lot. 

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Calyx returned to Camp Half-Blood on a morning that should’ve been… the least to say, peaceful.

The strawberry fields were in bloom—too much so. Vines are creeping where they shouldn’t be, flowers are growing from the soil and from the barren grounds. 

And this is how the campers knew. She was finally back—the one and only, Calyx Thérèse.

By the time she’s crossed the boundary, campers had already stopped pretending not to stare or gape. Whispers followed her downhill— “She’s back,” “Persephone’s daughter,” “Gods, has it really been that long?” “Isn’t she Aphrodite’s?”

“...Both of them.”

She looked older—her jet-black, white-streaked hair was now longer, the soft edges of childhood transformed into something calmer and far more dangerous. Her piercing green eyes, so full of emotions and death at the same time, made anyone stare into them admiringly. Her presence alone made it as if the air was still. A few Aphrodite kids straightened unconsciously and the Ares campers had gone still, their hands hovering near weapons they didn’t mean to reach for. Even satyrs hesitated, and the wood nymphs in the woods had gone quiet. 

But Calyx didn’t slow. She hadn’t been gone long enough to forget what camp was like, but long enough for everything to feel… wrong. New cabins lined the edge of the grounds, and power hummed in places that were empty. Her cabin, the Persephone cabin, had been made Cabin 21 after she hadn’t been present in so long. She felt a little… disrespected. But she thought, if this is for the best, then I guess it’s fine. The least they could do for her cabin was to make it less dusty and clean, to which they’ve thankfully done. 

And then, there was this boy. Percy Jackson. 

He was older now—not that Calyx would know. He’s grown at least a foot or two ever since he’d joined. He’s lean and athletic rather than bulky, with a swimmer’s build without making it obvious at first glance. His thick, sandy blonde hair was tousled and slightly unruly as usual. But she sensed him before she could even see him properly—the untamed sea, the sea-salt power, the storm-bright defiance. A forbidden child, she’d thought immediately. That explains the tension. 

Meanwhile, Percy was trying not to stare, but he was staring anyway. Like the ocean pulling at the moon, something about her presence tugged at him. Instinctive, almost unwelcome. He’d seen powerful demigods before, yes. But he knew that this—she—wasn’t that. This felt older.

He stood near the climbing wall, arms crossed, and Riptide resting against his shoulder like it weighed nothing. She passes by, and the lava on the wall sputters. A vine curled up nearby, blooming flowers almost immediately before withering into ash. Percy blinked.

“Okay,” he muttered. “That’s… new.”

His best friend, Annabeth Chase, was already at his side. Her eyes follow Calyx’s figure, a flicker of recognition and admiration in her dark brown eyes. “That’s Calyx,” she said quietly. “She left before you got here.”

Percy asks, without taking his eyes off Calyx’s figure. “Seriously? That long? Who is she?”

Annabeth pauses. “That depends on who you ask.”

At the porch of the Big House nearby, Chiron was watching with Dionysus looking annoyed, which probably meant something important was about to happen. Calyx stops just a few feet from where Percy and Annabeth were standing, the ground beneath her combat boots softening, the grass blooming with all flowers, then steadies as she exhales.

She turns around, her eyes landing on Annabeth before shifting on Percy. Their eyes met—the subtle, raging sea, and the eye of the storm.

For a second, their surroundings seemed to still further.

Percy felt it too. His heart suddenly hammers in his chest, like he was standing face to face with a sea monster that might pull him in a whirlpool. A really pretty one, though. But he wasn’t charmed, nor was he afraid. He was just… aware. He knew she was someone he definitely shouldn’t mess with. Annabeth just looked between them, knowing her best friend was probably going to say something stupid.

Calyx tilts her head, studying Percy calmly. She wasn’t trying to flirt with him, but she wasn’t trying to scare him either. She was simply recognizing him.

“So,” she said, her voice smooth like honey, and a little soft like she was trying to get him to calm down. “You’re the one who changed almost everything while I was gone.”

Percy swallowed, unsure. “Uh. Hi?” Annabeth pinches the bridge of her nose.

Thankfully, Annabeth interrupts. She clears her throat, shooting Percy a sharp look briefly before turning to Calyx with a faint smile. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Calyx. Three years has been… too long.” She pauses, then says, “This is Percy. Percy, Calyx.” Her tone was light, maintaining her politeness, and lowkey hoping Percy wasn’t going to say anything stupid even though she knew it’d probably happen anytime soon.

Calyx raises her brows slightly, looking slightly amused—not because of the fact she already knows he's Poseidon's son, but because of the whirlwind of emotions Percy’s currently in. She gives him a small smile with dimples. “Pleased to meet you, son of Poseidon.”

The pounding of his heart calms slightly. The first thing he notices is the dimples, then the distinct British accent in her speech before he answers. “I’m… Percy. Jackson. But you already knew that.” 

He winces slightly, as if he’d immediately regretted what he said. But her smile just widens, the dimples on either side of her cheeks deepening, simply amused. “I do, apparently. It’s… nice to finally meet you in the flesh.”

Percy didn’t know how or what to answer. Usually, he’d crack a joke or sarcastically reply to keep the conversation going—but right now, he’s slightly intimidated and unsure on what to say next. He’s just standing there. Awkwardly. In the presence of someone new and unfamiliar.

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[lizheartsyou]

learning the pronunciation of castellan was the biggest plot twist of the season actually

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something something, luke castellan whimpering in episode 7

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luke stabbing percy just for the love of the game 😭😭

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luke cunstellan his slutty wardrobe and his tiny waist on my screen again

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luke castellan performative male final boss

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the amount of percabeth this episode brought me to tears, my babies

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why’d luke join the quarter zip movement

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charlie bushnell is such a loser i need him so bad

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bigdick!steve being canon... I knew that man was hung like a horse

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feel like ilya rozanov with the way im obsessed with the freckles