BEING A DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE means that people automatically believe they know who you are before you ever get the chance to speak.
they see the effortless beauty, the soft curls, the way your smile lights up a room. they see how people do double-takes when you walk by, how conversations get quieter, and of course, how compliments find you every few minutes of the day.
at camp half-blood, you’re adored in a way that feels both flattering yet distant, as everyone is admiring you as though you’re not real, like you’re an object.
you’re used to it though, but you can’t help the feeling of despair, of wanting to be seen for more than just the external factors.
you want to be loved for you.
you’re much quieter than people would expect an aphrodite daughter to be. shyer, less confident and clumsy. —READ MORE!
you listen more than you speak. you care deeply about things that don’t show on the surface, like fairness and kindness and doing the right thing even when it’s uncomfortable.
you train harder than any of your house-mates because you want to protect people, not because you want to pose for a magazine.
percy jackson notices that.
he has noticed you since the very beginning. the way you never laugh at the cruel jokes that are directed towards the quieter bunch. the way your eyebrows furrow when clarisse finds another kid to pick on, and of course the way you ask him about how his day was as if it would actually impact you somehow.
it’s why he likes you so much.
and it’s also why he’s completely convinced you could never possibly like him back.
to percy, you’re everything he’s not. graceful, so painfully beautiful, someone people admire and not hate.
he’s often clumsy, loud, a burden, and basically lacks any confidence the aphrodite kids have.
still, you’re great friends.
you sit next to him during meals sometimes, you walk beside him after training, you brightly smile at him in a way that makes his heart pound furiously, even though you usually look away right after, like you’re embarrassed.
he tells himself it’s nothing and that he’s completely delusional for even having the thought that someone like you could be possibly flustered by him.
the night everything changes, the sun is setting and the moon begins to take its place for the night.
you’re currently heading back from the beach to your cabin alone, wrapping your arms around yourself as the air gets colder.
you hear scattered footsteps behind you.
at first, you assume it’s nothing to be worried about. camp is constantly busy, even at night.
but the footsteps get close, way too close for your liking.
when you glance back, you realize it’s one of the campers who’s been overly attentive lately, border lining on friendly and overly obsessed.
“oh,” he says when you snap your neck to glance at him, smiling cockily. “didn’t mean to startle you, sunshine.”
you slow slightly with an uneasy smile. “i’m heading back to my cabin.”
“yeah, i know,” he replies, still walking beside you. “i figured i’d come hang with you.”
“i’m really okay,” you answer softly, trying to disguise your discomfort and putting up a brave expression. “i don’t need company.”
he laughs as if you told a joke, like he doesn’t take your words of rejection seriously. “you don’t have to be a bitch, ya know? i just wanna spend some time with you, alone for once.”
your heart drops and you walk faster towards the path that leads closer to the woods, hoping for him to finally give up.
that’s when percy sees you.
he’s heading back from putting his sword away when he spots you, posture stiff and frantically walking, as if you’re trying to escape something.
he notices the guy walking real close behind you, and the way your head keeps turning back to glance at him.
the guy scoffs at the unwanted interruption. “relax, jackson. we’re just talking, go away.”
percy steps in front of you with no hesitation, putting himself between you and the creep. “she doesn’t look like she wants to talk to you.”
the guy’s smile fades into a blank stare as he gestures for percy to leave. “mind your own business, dude.”
percy doesn’t waste another second.
you hear a crack as percy’s fist meets the creeps face.
it’s messy, quite bloody, and fast. percy takes an uncomfortable impact to the wrist, but he doesn’t stop until the guy runs away, muttering curses and a face of terror before disappearing into the darkness of the woods.
the silence and severeness of the situation hits you.
percy instantly turns to you, eyes wide with concern and care. “are you okay?”
you nod, athough your hands are still shaking. “i.. i think so.”
he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a weight settling off his shoulders. “good.”
the infirmary smells the fresh scent of laundry as percy sits on a bed while a healer wraps his wrist, wincing slightly but insisting that his wrist will be fine by tomorrow. when they leave, the silence fills the room.
he’s just about to get up and head to his cabin, until the door creaks open.
it’s you.
you step inside hesitantly, glancing around the room, curls running down your shoulders, eyes still glassy as if you’d been holding back tears.
percy looks up, startled. “oh,” he says, easing as he realizes it’s just you. “hey, it’s late. you didn’t have to—”
you practically run across the room and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck, breathing in his safe and familiar scent, easing into the tight hug.
as if you’d been holding yourself together all evening until you could finally come see him, and let yourself go.
percy freezes for a second before his arms wrap around your frame, gentle and careful. you press your face, you hug him tighter, grounding yourself in the fact that percy’s here, and that you’re okay.
“thank you.. gods percy, thank you so much.” you whisper. “for stepping in when you did, for not letting him hurt me.. i was.. so scared.”
percy’s fingers clenched as the thought of you hurt crossed his mind, instead, he focused on the sound of your soft voice right beside his ear, his cheeks pinking. “of course,” he replies softly. “you don’t need to thank me.”
you pull back slowly, still close, gazing at his face. your hands still linger at on his chest.
“that was really brave,” you say. “and so unbelievingly kind.”
he looks away, all a sudden flustered as he lets out a shy smile. “i just did what anyone should.”
you smile, shy. “not everyone would.”
there’s a quiet silence that follows. you notice the pink spread on his cheeks, the way his eyes can’t meet yours.
“you’re blushing,” you point out gently.
he laughs nervously, frantic as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. “n-no i’m not.”
you lean in and kiss his cheek.
it’s soft and affectionate. a thank you kiss more than anything else.
percy goes completely still, transforming into a complete shell of star struck, and it finally clocks to you what you had just done. you pull back, started and flustered yourself. “i— i’m sorry, i just—“
he looks at you like you had just hung up the stars.
“i like you,” you say upruptly, quietly, words tumbling out before you could stop yourself. “i have always liked how you stand up for people, and how you’re just… kind. it matters to me.”
percy swallows the lump in his throat. “you… like me?” he says confused as if he can’t even fathom the thought.
you nod, shy but so sure. “i do.”
before he can find himself overthinking it like you know he will, you lean in again and kiss him again. a soft kiss, this time closer to his lips, enough to make his breath still.
“i’ll… i’ll see you later, percy,” you whisper softly into his ear.
you leave before he could let out a response.
percy sits there, still and basking in the stillness and silence of the infirmary, the ache of his wrist forgotten, heart racing, realizing that the thought of you as his girlfriend wasn’t an impossible thought after all.
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full transparency, this is me. i get into cycles of wanting to shift but it’s not the “perfect” time. it’s always “i want to shift tonight, i have to meditate before hand, but i have to clean my room first for optimal relaxation, if im cleaning it i might as well clean my closets ? oh ! clothes ? i should do laundry too ? i should shower beforehand so i can put the clothes im wearing now in the laundry so i dont have to worry about starting another load already.”
so i think myself up into a state & nothing gets done. i freeze, do it halfway then because it’s not all done, im not allowed to shift or do whatever iI intended to do for that night. & that day repeats itself until weeks turn to months. call it perfectionism or adhd — either one will do, as it’s most definitely both.
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you don’t have to finish a script. you can shift anywhere & everywhere no matter how vague. possibilities are endless, you can go full god mode on the sims in your dr if you want. the lifa app exists. there are so many options to switch things up while your existing in your desired reality already.
you’re shifting regardless. under the multiverse theory, you shift every second. so why not just rip off the band aid & let go of the reins ?
dumb your “routine” down. you don’t have to do everything perfect every night or attempt. at this point you’re putting more energy into perfecting the ambiance instead of shifting. treat it like any other time — because it is. if you feel like you have to do something, make is small & within arms reach. not something so complex it becomes a burden.
don’t ritualize the concept of shifting. lighting a candle, getting glass of water, writing out a script, breaking out the crystals & tarot cards. this isn’t a spell or a checklist. you aren’t packing for a trip, rushing to the airport & internally rolling your eyes at how long the security line is. you’re already on that airplane regardless of where you are.
that feeling of being “ready” is already in you. mindset is everything. the 3d does not create feelings: you, yourself do. you can adapt that feeling of being “ready” anytime you want, on your terms.
shifting is as easy or as hard as you make it, redefine it. if you believe in order to shift it’s as simple as rolling over & declaring you have shifted or as complex as on the thirteenth of every month you must sacrifice a lamb for twenty seven consecutive years in order to make it to your waiting room alone.
have a designated day / time to shift. like the first saturday of every month. focus on getting mental clutter out of the way the other six days out of the week.
recognize your need for control, when you already have it. your actions, your viewpoints, your emotions, your perception of the world around you. you have a lot more control then you think. manifestation & alignment is proof of that already. you just may need a little brush up on how to hold it.
let your dr not be perfect. let go. release. you’ll be okay. you’ll figure it out as you go. you can go back & fine tune your dr once you’re there. (as mentioned above)
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