luz. bisexual , ravenclaw , intj-p , finnick odiar enthusiast , caffeine addict , irl paris geller , baker , bonnie bennett’s wife , nat scatoriccio’s side chick (sorry lottie) , jack of all trades, master of none , book lover , OPEN TO REQUESTS!
*bold means i have/am currently writing for this fandom!
*italics means i have (at least one) unpublished wips for this fandom!
artists. phoebe bridgers! , mitski , chappell roan , billie eilish , taylor swift , conan gray , sabrina carpenter , jeff buckley , tv girl , amy winehouse , faye webster , so many more !
masterlist !
ongoing multi-chapter fics
percy jackson / rick riordan adjacent !
isn’t it delicate? percy jackson x reader
all y/n wants to do is quietly complete her job and receive her paycheck. this becomes an impossible task when percy jackson makes it his mission for the newest detective to open up and become part of the 99th precinct’s family. ( detective!percy jackson x detective!y/n, brooklyn 99 au!)
she’s got, she’s got away percy jackson x hecate!fem!reader
where luke castellan has one more spy in camp half-blood. percy jackson’s best friend, (y/n). let’s just say that when he finds out, he doesn’t handle it well. (multi-chapter, written out of order so bear with me, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, very slow burn, betrayal, eventually will have a happy ending?)
oneshots!
percy jackson / rick riordan adjacent !
please please please let me get what i want (lord knows it would be the first time) leo valdez x reader
you and leo started out on bad terms, and you remained on bad terms while you both occupied the argo ii. after the argo ii crashed into an island and sent you flying off the deck and tumbling into the ocean don’t laugh it’s not funny, you lost your favorite necklace in it’s sandy shores. of course, you blame leo even though you know it wasn’t intentional. so, tired of this nonsensical rivalry, leo decided to make things up to you. but they don’t turn out the way he expected.
say you wanna quit, don’t be stupid ! leo valdez x reader
in which leo stupidly puts himself in danger under the assumption that no one on the argo ii cares. but when he comes back alive, he realizes (y/n) cares.
rereading my old work and holy shit i’m goated with the witch & bambi plot but why did i start in the middle of the story (maybe i’ll actually add more pieces)
we found wonderland, you and i got lost in it. and we pretended it could last forever
wonderland (finnick odair x district10!reader)
chapter one
content warning : reader has a pottymouth, reader has previous(somewhat recent) alchohol/drug addictions, reader has similar experiences as finnick, if i forgot any please let me know!
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You were smart enough to know when you were being used. As you watched President Snow make the announcement that the tributes for the third Quarter Quell would be reaped from the existing pool of victors, you knew you were being used. “As a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol,” he had said.Â
The message couldn’t be clearer than if he’d come right out and said it. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, the first ever two victors of a single Game, had crossed him. Never in the Game’s seventy-three years of existence had two people made it out of that arena alive. Not even when they had sent double the amount of tributes. President Snow had been publicly humiliated on national television, and with no way to directly punish those responsible, he had found a way to discreetly take it out on the victors.
You picked at the plush velvet seat you had chosen. At the moment, District 10, your district, was having a Victor Meeting. These weren’t prevalent enough to be considered a “regular” event, but they happened quite often. They usually served as a group therapy session, an intervention of sorts, or to work out who would be mentoring the upcoming games, as well as strategies to drill into the tributes’ heads. Phrases like “find animals to find water”, “stand out but not too much”, and “never trust anyone” were repeated to the point of exhaustion.Â
The second rule had been implemented by you. Stand out, but not too much. After winning the 68th Hunger Games at the age of 14, three years after Finnick Odair set the record for the youngest victor, you got cocky and attention-hungry. In Panem, you became a celebrity figure that was seen as an icon throughout the Capitol. The nation adored your youthful beauty and your quick wit. For the first six months after your Game, you were treated like royalty.
Then the Victory Tour came around. Let’s just say that you quickly realized that the citizens of the Capitol wanted you for much more than your charm.
Many of the District 10 Victor Meetings served as an intervention for you, whenever your substance abuse got particularly bad (which was very often.) While you weren’t as obvious with your struggles as Haymitch Albernathy, those around you knew why you spent so much time in the bathroom.
“Well, there’s no use beating around the bush,” said Nox Nicholo, a broad shouldered, beast of a man. He won the 45th Hunger Games almost thirty years ago, and he spends his days the same way he did before he won: herding cattle. District 10 specialized in the livestock industry, which meant people either spent their days raising cattle or slaughtering them. You did the latter, “Is anyone volunteering to go back there?”
There, of course, referring to the Games. The arena. The place where four out of the five people sitting in this room would have to return, two as mentors and two as tributes.
Your eyes shifted between the two other female victors of the District, Fawn and Paloma. Fawn was around your age, having won the games a few years ago at the age of 17. Paloma was a bit older, having both a husband and two little kids. No offense to either of them, but they were the type of victors that hid until they were the last ones left.
Shit. You knew what you had to do.
“I’ll go,” you look up for the first time, and pretend not to see the surprised looks that were passed around. The others probably thought you had ignored their requests and showed up wasted once again, but here you were, sober as a judge.
“(y/n), you don’t have to-“ Paloma tried to say, but she stopped talking at the sight of your head shaking.
“I’ll go,” you repeat, this time firmer, leaving no room for objections.
“I’ll go, too,” the only other male Victor from District 10, Adonis, spoke up. He was a bit older, and you didn’t know anything about him.
“I’ll mentor,” Fawn offered.
“Yeah, I will too,” Nox volunteered, offering you a reassuring smile, which you tiredly returned.
Out of the room, there were a few Capitol favorites. Nox was the obvious victor, towering well over six feet, and his interviews were always lighthearted. Another favorite was Fawn, because of her quick tongue and voice of an angel.
It was more of a quiet understanding that out of the five District 10 Victors, you were the favorite. You were the golden girl of Panem, the hot young thing. It was also a quiet understanding that you hated every goddamn minute of it. You hated every interview, every time you would leave the Victor’s Village of District 10 and find everyone staring at you, and most of all you hated the fact that all of Panem wanted you to date Finnick Odair.
It wasn’t that you hated Finnick Odair, you loved him, actually. He had quickly become your best friend not long after your Victory Tour. No, you didn’t hate him. You hated the fantasy that the Capitol had created. The two fan favorites, the two victors who had gone through so much of the same trauma. You hated the impatient expectation that one day the two of you would televise your wedding for the whole goddamn world to see. Whether or not you truly felt this way about Finnick was irrelevant. You refused to satisfy the Capitol’s fantasies any more than you already had to.
“Then it’s settled,” Nox sighed, standing up. There was something about his movements that provided a sense of finality, “Happy Hunger Games.”
“May the odds be in our favor,” you muttered, almost sarcastically.Â
But you already knew. The odds were definitely not in your favor.Â
