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[ampitrit3]

hey for a clarisse request, could you do a clarisse x reader where they are enemies to lovers and both secretly in love and argue and banter a lot but when the reader gets more flirty with the comebacks during sparing, clarisse gets deeper into her feelings and later they confess to each other in like and angsty love confession?

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of apollo!reader

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love this ask, switching the roles a bit- hope i did it justice

word count - 1.7k

you don't know how it happened.

the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the training grounds of camp half-blood. the air buzzed with the sounds of clashing swords and the occasional battle cry. clarisse la rue, the formidable daughter of ares, faced off against you, talented daughter of apollo, your sparring sessions becoming legendary for their intensity.

"you fight like a clumsy satyr!" clarisse bellowed, her sword clashing against yours in a shower of sparks.

you smirked, deflecting the attack with ease. "better a satyr than a one-trick pony with anger issues!"

clarisse took the talk personally, hitting you with a much harder blow straight to your stomach. tanking the hit, you analyze your opponent. her balance is shifted onto a singular leg to deliver the hit and you use this to your advantage.

stumbling back you regain your balance launching a calculated hit on her single leg. la rue loses her balance, ending the spar with her back to the ground in a loud thud.

clarisse was upset you managed to best her in hand-to-hand combat, tugging you down with her as a small dose of payback.

"that is not fair, i won! you don't get to throw me on the ground cause you're pissy about it," you raged, getting and brushing the dirt off your clothes.

"you sure you won? by the looks of it we both ended up on the floor."

you attempted to take your leave from the training grounds trying your best not to attack the daughter of ares.

clarisse growled, her eyes ablaze with frustration as you walked away. "you can't just walk away every time things don't go your way, sunshine!"

you shot her a smug grin over your shoulder. "well, maybe if you weren't so predictable, i wouldn't have to."

her scowl deepened, and she quickened her pace to catch up with you. "predictable? you think you've got me all figured out, huh?"

"i don't need to figure you out. you wear your anger like a badge of honor," you retorted, the banter between you two almost second nature at this point.

clarisse scoffed. "at least i don't hide behind a fake smile and a bunch of flowery words."

you stopped in your tracks, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow. "fake smile? you think i'm all sunshine and no substance, la rue? that's where you're wrong."

she squared her shoulders, meeting your gaze with a challenging glare. "prove it then." the tension between you two crackled in the air like lightning.

the tension between you and clarisse only seemed to grow with each passing day. the insults and banter during your sparring sessions became more heated.

one day, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the training grounds, you found yourself once again facing clarisse in a fierce duel. the clash of steel echoed in the air, and the exchange of verbal blows was just as intense.

"is that the best you've got, la rue? maybe your dad should've taught you more than just how to swing a sword blindly," you taunted, a sly grin on your face.

clarisse scowled, her eyes narrowing. "you're all talk, sunshine. let's see if you can back it up."

the spar continued, each move calculated and precise. the insults thrown back and forth only fueled the fire between you two. but this time, something was different. you noticed clarisse's eyes lingering on you a moment longer, a subtle hint of vulnerability hidden behind the fierceness.

as the spar reached its climax, clarisse decided to take a risk. with a flirty smile, she teased, "you know, if you're trying to impress me, there are better ways to do it than with a sword."

your expression shifted, a mix of surprise and confusion crossing your face. but your hesitance left you vulnerable, allowing clarisse to pin you to the ground, hovering over you, sword a distance away from you neck but still close enough to spark intuition.

her usual scowled expression replaced with a tight lip smile while she pressed her arm against your hand doing her best to beat you in terms of raw strength. you watched her eyes examine every minor imperfection of your face.

"you look real pretty like this, under me."

you felt a rush of anxiety as her critiquing eyes glossed over you. they softened ever so slightly, you almost didn't notice, as they landed on your lips. your senses were overloaded by this. so many questions but little to no answers. something in your gut told you this wasn't friendly jokes. clarisse was being genuine.

so you responded in the best way you could.

by kneeing her in the stomach and knocking her off you. the blow causing your opponent to stay on the ground for a minute or too as you fled the scene.

you found yourself back at apollo cabin, hands raking through your hair trying to find some sense in claressies actions. it's stressful. it seemed so spontaneous yet knowing clarisse, everything she does has a calculated purpose.

from then on you avoided the ares girl like the plague. every room she entered you walked out immediately. she appears at sword practice, and you're suddening very interested in your fathers weapon of choice and saunter over to the archery range.

anything to avoid being in the same vicinity as her. and clarisse isn't an idiot, she noticed she had only been seeing the back of your head for days now.

and it enraged her. she had no idea why or how she became so attached to your presence. but something in her gut was telling her to talk to you again. and that's what she did.

"y/n," the voice boomed, snapping you out of your thoughts. you abruptly shut the notebook you were originally writing in, whipping around to the source of your name. and there she was again, standing tall, clarisse la rue.

you expression faded from one of surprise to genuine discomfort. you packed up your things hastily, preparing yourself to strut passed her without a problem.

but you're talking about clarisse la rue, she would never allow that. you moved to walk by when her hand caught your shoulder, showing you in front of her again.

"you don't get to ignore me without an explanation." she stated with the most hostile voice you've heard. your eyes met for the first time in days. clarisse felt starved of your gaze. "so? what was that about?" she pressed you for answers.

when you didn't deliver, clarisse went for the one thing she knew would give her an answer. your journal.

every apollo kid has journal, it's in your nature to be connected to the arts. either they were filled with poems or songs, even just daily entries, every child of the god of music and poetry were in touch with some form of writing.

her hand moved faster than you could react, snatching the leather-bound book from your hands and rapidly flipping through pages checking the dates on each one.

you wanted to protest. to tell clarisse off but you couldn't. didn't, rather. a part of you wanted her to know why the two of you hadn't spoke. you watched her cocoa eyes scan over the pages marked with a more recent date. deciphering every word written in your neat penmanship.

she looked back up at you, stunned to say the least. she herself was still coming to terms with the emotions that erupted at the thought of you. the brunette knew it was something more than hate. she knew the two of you weren't really enemies.

clarisses voice was deprecating. "you couldn't handle being around me cause of a little crush?" she waved your notebook back in your face.

"clarisse, you know who my dad is," your voice was cautious. your hands delicately wrapping around your notebook. just brushing the brunettes fingers as you took the book back. you hand lingered there for a moment. like you didn't want to break contact.

the girl scoffed at the question. "of course, apollo, god of light, music, and poetry. what does that have to do with this crush you think i have?"

"god of light, music, and poetry, and cursed to be unlucky in love." clarisse now understood why you had distanced yourself from her. the assumption your father's misfortunes were also placed on you must be a large burden to bare.

"y/n, that doesn't apply to you-"

"you don't know that! i'm trying to protect you!" you snapped. regret overtook your features when you realized your voice was raised. "i'm sorry, i just..." you began breaking eye contact to look at the scenery around you. the perfect place for a poet to write days on end.

helios's grace peeked through the branches of trees, casting intricate shadows along the ground. the trees themselves were tall and presented themselves with stability. and in the middle of all this prettiness was the most beautiful thing of all. clarisse la rue.

even when the two of you hated each other you couldn't deny the ares girls beauty. she was breathtaking. and being mature enough to dislike her and still admit she's gorgeous was a blessing you bestowed on yourself.

"i don't want you to fight for something we both know might crash a burn in the end," you concluded your thought. eyes shut so you wouldn't have to see clarisses reaction. "you don't deserve that." all you heard in response was a scoff before clarisse acted faster than you could stop her.

she took the front of your shirt, balling it into her fist. with a swift tug she crashed her lips onto yours. kissing you with the utmost passion you had ever experienced.

your eyes shot open, widening at the sudden contact then fluttering closed once again. but you weren't complaining. hands sneaking behind her neck, pulling her closer and lightly caressing the edges of her face. if this was the last time you could have her like this, you wouldn't have it any other way.

when you finally broke away, clarisse spoke up. "you know damn well i don't need your protection. so let me have what i want."

you just nodded mumbling a small agreement before the two of you dove back into another chaste kiss.

[czalzver]

You too

Mindyswhore, egg, or amp

ok so let’s reason this, egg is extremely mean to me, so not her

mindyswhore is also mean

amps, amps the rudest to me, i get bullied by her every single day, and get called a chronic liar every chance she gets

so really i have no idea

[ampitrit3]

i'm glad the season two hype has brought life back to my tumblr

[ampitrit3]

i need reader tracing clraisses battle scars asap

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of apollo!reader

masterlist

yes cw - slight angst / mentions of near death experiences

word count - 1.15k

"i honestly don't know how you manage to do this to yourself," you murmured. hands hovering over clarisses shoulder. a large cut seemed to evaporate under the warmth of your touch. like it was being sewn back together with a golden thread.

clarisse let out a pained laugh. "you should as your little boy-toy, luke," the statement came out as more of a groan before she huffed through her teeth in discomfort. you rolled your eyes at the comment as the golden thread stitched your girlfriend back together.

"i know it hurts clar, just a few more seconds," you mumbled. hands still barely grazing her tan skin. her shirt was slung loosely around her neck to give you better access to her wound. as well as leaving a good portion of her waist exposed. her hands pressed into her knees, gripping them in an attempt to relieve the pain. though that yielded little result.

curls barely brushing in front of her eyes that were sealed shut as a result of the healing process. as the seconds passed, the cut continued to mend, the golden glow intensifying. clarisse's strained breathing gradually eased, and the tension in her body began to dissipate.

finally, the wound closed completely, "looks like it's gonna scar," you withdrew your hands, and clarisse, still catching her breath, opened her eyes. there was a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion in her gaze as she looked at you. you begin wrapping her arm to help treat the soreness. your powers can only do so much.

"that's fine," clarisse spoke quietly, under her breath. "just another battle wound to add to the collection." she attempted a wry smile, but the pain lingered in her eyes. you finished wrapping the bandage, securing it gently around her arm.

"clarisse," you started, sitting back in your seat on the floor of ares cabin. "how many scars do you have?" you asked her eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

a soft chuckle broke the deafening silence of the question you were so afraid to ask. "honestly too many to count," the ares girl beamed. she was proud of her scars. wounds from battles won, enemies conquered. proof that she was still alive.

you moved off the floor and sat yourself on clarisses bed. patting the spot next to you, signalling for your girlfriend to sit with you. she complied, leaning back into your chest.

you back was pressed against her headboard as you took hold of one of her arms. running your warm hands down her arm you settled on a small scar on her finger. "what's this one from?"

clarisse hummed before answering "dog bite, stupid chihuahua", she watched your hands map the terrain of her arms settling on a new mark.

"what about this one?"

"first spar with luke. clean cut, directly on my bicep."

you fingers traced the outline of every scar you asked about. drawing small patterns in her perfectly tanned skin. your thumb brushed over another smaller scar,

"and this one?"

"one of the hecate kids dropped a potion bottle, glass got everywhere and nailed me," she smiled recalling the day. "that was also when i met you."

you grinned, moving up her arms and to her shoulders. finding more marks and scratches. you move the crumpled shirt around clarisse's neck, removing from her body completely. her sports bra revealed more blemishes along her back and shoulders.

you asked about each one, tracing little hearts around them when she finished explaining. the stories varied in intensity. some from regular spars, others from large or small quests.

"that ones from a sassy satyr,"

"oh archery training gone wrong"

"okay that blonde from aphrodite cabin has it out for me"

your hands carved paths across her clarisse's skin. igniting a fire-y trail everywhere you fingers touched. the moment was peaceful. until you came across a specific scar.

"woah..." you breathed out, hands peeking past her sports bra to see how far the mark went down. it was a large asymmetrical line beginning from her left shoulder blade and reaching just past her spine.

from the looks of it, it was a large gash. the small points protruding from the sides of the line indicating it wasn't a clean cut. the healed tissue was raised and a lighter shade of pink than her skin. it looked mostly healed over, old.

clarisse hummed in a curious tone. a signal for you to ask what it's from. "clar, what's this big one on your back?" you felt her tense under your arms. physically uncomfortable.

"um, it's-" her voice was shaken and she began fidgeting with the bracelets on her wrist. despite looking so distraught she still attempted to force out an answer for you.

"honey, you're shaking," you gripped her shoulders gently, sensing the vulnerability in her demeanor. you noticed a singular tear cascade down the side of her face. that's how you knew it was bad.

"you don't have to tell me if you're not ready. i'm here for you, no matter what."

a beat of silenced passed.

clarisse still trembling in your hold. until she rose abruptly, turning to face you. her hand was still tangled in her bracelets.

"clar, i'm here for you," you spoke softly, your hands providing a comforting warmth when you reached for her wrist, wrapping it with your own. the gravity of her story hung in the air, and you could sense the pain behind the memories etched into that scar.

she took a moment, as if gathering strength, before continuing. "it was when i was making my way to camp. i had encountered a group of monsters, i fought them off for hours, but they just kept coming. they knew exactly where to find me."

clarisse's voice wavered, and you could see the raw emotion in her eyes. "i was surrounded, and there was no help in sight. they chased me for an eternity, and that's when one of them got close enough to strike. it tore into my back, leaving a scar."

you tightened your grip on her wrist, offering silent support. clarisse took a steadying breath, her eyes meeting yours with gratitude for your understanding.

"i thought i wouldn't make it," she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"oh clarisse," you mumbling launching yourself at the girl. wrapping your arms around her waist and tugging her down tolay her head in the hollows of her neck. though she wouldn't cry you knew she was upset.

she trembled in your hold, and her breathing was erratic. you were unsure of how to calm her down, you had never seen clarisse like this. you massaged her back and shoulders, pressing on the sore spots and working out the knots.

your healing touch worked wonders against her skin. a divine sense of calm washing over her senses. you hummed a gentle melody, occasionally feathering soft kisses against clarisse's forehead.

soon the shaking subsided and clarisse finally drifted off to a peaceful slumber.

[ampitrit3]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦 | 𝘤. 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘦

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of aphrodite!reader

masterlist

uh oh!! angsty asf!!!

word count - 2.2k

how did venus feel when mars ransacked rome? when the person she loved laid waste to her home?

clarisse never wanted it to end this way.

“you should tell her the truth, clarisse. i don’t think i’ve ever seen her this upset.” one of clarisse’s brothers examined you from afar. the once seductive, irresistible daughter of aphrodite, reduced to sulking in her sorrow. 

most people assumed you were mourning the lives lost in the battle of manhattan.

~~

it was all so sudden. one day, you and your siblings give every half-blood makeover; the next, there’s a war. everyone is picking sides, and no one knows who to trust now. then it happened, clarisse shattered your entire world. 

one night, far away from the bonfire. clarisse pulled you away to make the hardest decision she ever made. 

“i never cared about you, and it's ridiculous that you ever thought i did. you're just not worth the effort, and your feelings were never a priority for me. you’re such a distraction. constantly taking me away from what’s important,” she spat at you. her words pierced harder than any blade ever could.

you were broken, shocked, and even a bit insecure. you had never expected such sharp words from someone who claimed to love you more than the gods could ever.

even after the war subsided, the gods continued to ask their children to begin these challenging quests.

~~

clarisse snapped her eyes in the direction of interest. her eyes shifted from her usual anger-filled glare to a soft, apologetic gaze. you were undeniably wrecked.

the ares girl was sorry- more sorry than she had ever been about anything in her life. but she knew it was for the better. it was better if you believed this twisted lie she pulled- it was for your future.

“ if i tell her the truth, then die on this quest, what then? huh? ” clarisse was irritated from speaking about the topic so frequently. her brother looked at clarisse with disappointment, soon morphing into concern when he looked back at you.

“tell her the truth! clarisse, she’s ruined-”

“tell her the truth? tell her the truth?! so that she’ll spend all that time missing me, for me to end up dead?! i’m not making her subject to that kind of heartbreak. let her believe, i never loved her.”

you were slumped at a table with your siblings. large bags hung below your eyes, your cheeks turned hollow, and your radiant skin was dulled. no one at camp, not even your siblings, had ever seen you like this. spending all your free time in the aphrodite cabin and ditching training.

when anyone did see you, your figure was hidden beneath oversized clothes, tears stained your cheeks, and you looked burnt out. all within the same time frame, clarisse stopped hanging around you. you were wrecked- utterly wrecked. 

clarisse was asked by the god of war himself to fight by his side on a quest. she couldn’t say no- she never could. this was the one thing she wanted; this was her chance to prove that she was just as capable, if not more, than her brothers. she was finally given the chance to show her father her worth. there was no way clarisse would ever take that chance for granted.

so she said yes, immediately. but just as the words slipped past her lips, the thought of you struck her like lightning. you, the ethereal daughter of aphrodite; you, the girl that left a trail of flowers wherever she went; you, the girl that was equally beauty and brawn; you, the girl clarisse had sworn to love.

she said, “this love is ruin- has ruined our lives.”

she wanted to tell you the truth; she did. she wanted to tell you it was all a big, twisted, fucked up lie. she cared for you and never wanted it to end like this. clarisse la rue cared. to everyone's surprise, she did. she always cared about you, even when she couldn’t admit it. she cared so much, and she knew this was for the best.

" y/n! i know you haven’t been in it recently, but we’re starting to get worried. usually, you snap back after a few days. babe, it’s been a week,” your sister sighed, placing her hand on your arm. her concern was easily readable in her expression. you pressed your fist to your lips.

you couldn’t fight that. she was right. this was so unlike you. as a daughter of aphrodite, you’ve become numb to things like heartbreak. whether you’re on the receiving side or the other, it stopped affecting you at a young age.

but this was different. this wasn’t an average heartbreak. it felt more like the sun had gone out, causing your heart to freeze. this dysphoria was something straight out of a poem. it was ruthless and painful, and suddenly, everything had a negative. somehow, there was always something to hate.

“i’m fine. i just miss silena, that’s all,” you mumbled into your fist. your siblings seemed to believe that’s all that was going on; the air in the aphrodite cabin hung heavy with wilted roses, starkly contrasting the usual fragrant atmosphere that accompanied the goddess of love's domain. the once vibrant colors seemed muted as if even the cabin itself mourned the loss of your radiant presence. your siblings, who had once reveled in the joy of aphrodite's blessings, now cast worried glances your way. the gods might have declared the war over, but the battle still raged within for you. the aftermath of clarisse's decision had left you with scars that no amount of ambrosia could heal.

as the days stretched on, your absence from daily camp activities became more conspicuous. the once vibrant and lively daughter of aphrodite now moved like a ghost, haunting the cabin you once called home. the mirror reflected a hollow version of yourself, a mere shadow of the person you used to be.

you were ruined.

the love between venus and mars, tainted by war and deceit, had left a scar on both their hearts. and as you grappled with the shards of shattered love, clarisse stood on the precipice of her own inner turmoil, torn between love and duty

in the quiet moments of solitude, as she armed herself for quests and training, clarisse's thoughts circled back to you. the guilt that ate at her conscience intensified with every passing day. she questioned her allegiance, wondering if her loyalty to ares was worth the pain it inflicted upon the one she held dear.

clarisse knew that telling you the truth might mean burdening your future with grief if she didn’t return. yet, the ache in her chest grew more profound each time she caught a glimpse of your vacant eyes or saw the hollowness in your gaze. the lies were like a double-edged sword, cutting both you and her.

and soon, she was gone on her quest for self-certification. part of you hoped you would bounce back after she left, that you would come alive once again, that this burden of pain would somehow evaporate once she was out of reach.

but the other part knew that wasn’t true. deep down, you knew clarisse was woven in too deep to be out of sight, out of mind. you knew your heart was cut, and you had no clue when it would heal.

clarisse sought solace on the battlefield, attempting to drown out her internal conflict with the clash of swords and the roar of monsters. yet, even amidst the chaos, the ghost of your presence haunted her, a constant reminder of the love she had put at stake.

~~

“it doesn’t make sense!” clarisse slammed her fists onto the table before her. “i did what i was supposed to do! i did exactly what was asked of me, and he still doesn’t care.” her voice boomed, striking silence through everyone near her. her siblings looked defeated. all the other campers avoided her like the plague.  clarisse la rue was known for being temperamental, but no one had ever seen her this heated. this anger was only ignited by her divine lineage.  

her siblings, unaware of what to do, simply stood there when clarisse stormed away to blow off some steam.

she ran to the only place notorious for calming her nerves: her secluded training grounds in the woods. only a small number of people knew about this little clearing. and even less than that knew, clarisse loved to go there. the ares girl was fuming. her face was hot and red with anger as she stopped her way to the clearing. 

her breaths came in ragged gasps as she reached the familiar clearing, hidden away from prying eyes and the chaos of camp. the tranquility of the forest enveloped her like a comforting embrace, soothing the storm raging within her chest. but even in the serene surroundings, her thoughts remained turbulent. but her fury faltered as she collided with you, the unexpected encounter halting her in her tracks.

“y/n,” she mumbled just below a whisper. her face read shocked, scared even. as if seeing you roaming the place you called home was a surprise to her.  

"clarisse," you replied, your voice tinged with hurt and frustration. your eyes were still hooded, and your cheeks were still hollow. your hair was a mess, never sitting right, whether you tried or not. by the looks of it, you had gotten even worse since before clarisses’ quest.

she didn’t know how to react. you were never cold or hostile to her. clarisse stood there momentarily before pulling you full force into a sorrowful hug. she threw her arms around your hidden frame. she wanted you to melt into her touch like you always did. she wanted you to allow yourself to be consumed by the love clarisse felt for you.

but clarisse felt you push her away, pull yourself out of her arms like they were restraints. revolting against her touch, rebelling away from her love. 

“no! you don’t get to do that!” your voice was bitter and icy. laced with hatred rather than the lovestruck tone clarisse was so used to hearing. she looked at you, confused. 

"you lied to me, clarisse," you accused, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. "you never cared; i was just a distraction to you. remember?  how could you say that to someone you supposedly loved?"

clarisse's jaw clenched as she struggled to find the words to defend herself. "i did what i had to do," she shot back, her voice strained with emotion. "i thought it was for the best, for both of us." 

"for the best?" you scoffed bitterly, a wave of betrayal washing over you. "how could lying to me be for the best? you shattered my trust, clarisse. you shattered my heart."

your words hung heavy between you, a tangible reminder of the rift. clarisse's expression softened, her gaze pleading as she reached out to you. "i never meant to hurt you, y/n. i thought... i thought it was the only way to protect you."

"protect me?" you echoed incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief. "from what? you don't get to decide what's best for me, clarisse. you don't get to play the hero and expect me to forgive you just like that. and now you’re here and expect to come running back? you don’t get to walk back into my life and pretend everything is fine! that’s not fair; that’s not how love is supposed to work!"

clarisse's eyes narrowed, her temper flaring at your accusatory tone. "me? you're the one who's been avoiding everyone, wallowing in self-pity like it's your job!" she shot back, her words laced with venom.

the anger bubbled to the surface, fueled by months of pent-up resentment and hurt. "at least i'm not a liar!" you spat, unable to contain the bitterness that seeped into your voice.

clarisse recoiled as if struck, her expression faltering briefly before hardening into a mask of defiance. "i did what i had to do," she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "you have no idea what choosing between duty and love is like. i had to make a choice, y/n. and i chose wrong."

"love?" you scoffed, incredulous. "if that's what you call it, then i want no part. you used me, clarisse. you made me believe you cared and threw me aside like yesterday's trash."

the words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the betrayal that had shattered your trust. clarisse's facade wavered, her resolve crumbling beneath the weight of your accusation.

"i never meant to hurt you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "but i had no choice. my loyalty to my father and my duty is all i have."

"but you did," you retorted, your voice trembling with emotion. "you hurt me more than i thought possible."

the admission did little to quell the anger simmering within you. "well, congratulations," you spat, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "you've proven where your loyalties lie."

and when love is ruin, you leave it behind. - the fall of rome.

[ampitrit3]

𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 | 𝘤. 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘦

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of apollo!reader

masterlist

cw - angst

word count - 1.19k

there's a well-known fact in the apollo cabin: if there is ever a day when the light doesn't peak through the trees and camp isn't engulfed in sunlight, a child of an apollo has died, and the god of light is mourning them.

when you awoke, there was the sound of rain. rain is never good in cabin seven. you looked around from your bed, your siblings a mess of tear stains and suppressed sniffles. not a single radiant smile in sight. they all seemed to have their usual golden glow stripped from them.

usually, helios would flood the cabin with sunlight, and the soft melodies of your siblings humming would dance throughout your ears. the cabin was usually lively, arrows sticking out of the walls, courtesy of your younger siblings. but not today. today was a day filled with sadness and mourning. today was rainy. and you hated the rain.

you begrudgingly pulled yourself out of bed, tears beginning to prick in your own eyes. you were so close with lee, your brother, one of many who had just recently died. kids from other cabins have tried their best to make you and your siblings feel better. telling you he met a hero's fate, that he died doing what he loved, protecting camp. but dying valiantly does not excuse the fact he’s dead.

lee’s death, in your eyes, was utterly unjust. there was no good reason for your brother to die. it could’ve been anyone else; it should’ve been anyone else. that giant had no right to murder your brother. 

you stood up, your limbs heavy with grief as you moved through the somber atmosphere of the apollo cabin. the familiar scent of ambrosia and nectar lingered in the air, normally a comforting reminder of the divine lineage you shared with your siblings. today, however, it served as a painful reminder of the losses you all had suffered.

the rain outside mirrored the tears that now flowed freely from your eyes. each drop seemed to echo the collective sorrow of the apollo cabin. you glanced at the wall where lee's bow used to hang, now absent, leaving behind an empty space that felt like a void in your heart.

as you stepped out of the cabin, the camp looked different, almost unrecognizable without the warm embrace of sunlight. the vibrant colors of the landscape were muted by the gray, overcast sky, reflecting the bleak mood that had settled over everyone.

the campfire, usually a lively gathering place, was reduced to smoldering embers, struggling against the dampness of the rain. you made your way to the center of camp, where a makeshift memorial had been erected for fallen heroes. it was adorned with flowers, notes, and tokens of remembrance. the weight of the loss pressed down on you as you approached, a lump forming in your throat.

you picked up a small golden sun charm, a symbol of hope and light, left at the memorial. holding it in your trembling hands, you whispered words of goodbye to lee. the raindrops mingled with your tears, and you felt a deep ache in your chest.

this ache hurt. more hurt than any hurt you’ve experienced before. it wasn’t something that could be soothed by your healing touch; this hurt was here to stay.

it’s not right. none of it is. the people you care about shouldn’t have to risk and lose their lives for this place. none of you ever asked for this, never even fathomed wanting this. your future was set in the hands of the gods and fates the moment you were born. it's not fair.

“you’ll catch a cold in the rain,” a stern voice said, snapping you out of your mournful trance. your eyes land on the source of the voice, clarisse la rue. shielding herself from the rain with a large black umbrella. she moves closer, covering you in the shelter of the umbrella. 

you and clarisse were friends, sort of. she hated you less than most people at camp, but she was still not very fond of you- at least to your understanding.

“i’m sorry. about your siblings, i mean, especially lee. he died a hero.” clarisse has never been good with her emotions. you knew that, she knew that. the thought was appreciated. but there was that stupid word again: hero. 

“don’t say that. dying a hero doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s dead. he’s gone, clarisse. they all are. no amount of healing can fix that.” your tears were hot and trickling down your face. mixing with the raindrops that still lay in place from standing alone in the downpour. 

clarisse studied your expression, your melancholic expression. you still haven’t looked at her. eyes trained on the memorial for all your fallen siblings and friends. the memory of your brother wrapped in a golden shroud, along with the other campers who didn’t make it, was engraved in your mind.

the battle with kronos’s army occurred a little over a week ago. everyone was still recovering. apollo cabin experienced substantial losses, so those who survived stepped up with haste, healing and providing counsel for everyone at camp. your other brother, micheal, has become the cabin seven counselor. it was clear all of this was taking a rather large toll on cabin seven as a whole.

the ares girl took a moment to process your words. “i fought with him, and he was a good leader and an outstanding warrior. i think he would’ve been okay going down with a fight. it’s still a shame-”

“a shame?!” your voice cut through the silence of the day. clarisse jumped, never expecting this from a daughter of apollo. “is that all my siblings' lives were worth to you?! just the shitty side of the coin?! you didn’t know my brother like i did, clarisse. you knew a warrior, not my brother.” 

your words pierced her harder than any blade could. she was bad at this, she knew that, and your reaction further proved her point. she came over here in an attempt to console you, and that did not seem to work.

your body was shaking. not just from the cold but the unfathomable anger and raw emotion that consumed you. tears were still streaming down your face, your hands balled into fists at your sides, and your breathing was erratic and unstable. 

clarisse didn’t know what to do. but she knew what she could try.

the rain dotted the top of your head again, heightening your senses and bringing you back from your emotional blindness. clarisse's sweatshirt wrapped itself around you, and soon, her arms did the same. her hand found a place at the back of your neck and shoved into the hollows below her chin.

your tears left imprints on her shirt. you sobbed. you sobbed for what felt like an eternity. there, in the pouring rain, the umbrella that shielded you now long gone. you cried against clarisse as she tried her best to comfort you. her body being the only source of heat in the death-like weather.

today was rainy, and you hated the rain.

[ampitrit3]

could you write a one shot where you're diors girlfriend irl and you play clarisses girlfriend in pjo and during a stunt you hurt yourself so she comforts you?

pairing: dior goodjohn x fem!reader

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i switched the roles a lil again.

word count - 1.02k

"action!"

before you could fully comprehend the command, a spear was coming at you at full speed, and the fight sequence you had learned became the only thing you focused on. you moved swiftly, avoiding the jab and stumbling backward. you raised your weapon to defend yourself. the metals clashed, sending a sound like thunder through the air. 

“clarisse, the one rule is no maiming!” you delivered your line just as you had rehearsed it time and time again. your weapon came into contact with hers. clashing metal and exhausted huffs were the only palpable sounds to you.

the scene wasn’t all that dangerous- a quick fight sequence that morphed into an angst-filled confession. that wouldn’t be too hard, given that your scene partner is your actual girlfriend, dior.

by this point, you were more than tired. the long hours of filming, line memorization and recall, and rolling lunches were beginning to take their physical toll on you. your movements were slowing, and your reaction time was severely delayed. but dior seemed unfazed; she was still perfectly in tune with her character. you held out for as long as you could.

until you allowed your eyes to close for a moment too long, missing your cue. there was now an aching pain spreading from your collarbone down to your right bicep. you stifled out a deafening screech of pain, trying your best to withhold the noise of your agony.

your weapon dropped to the floor. you stumbled backward, your back slamming into a tree, causing a sharp pain to echo through your shoulder once more. sliding down the tree, gripping your collarbone, and heaving wildly. 

the crimson hue of your blood was beginning to soak through your shirt. leaving a long dragged line of red indicating the cut that rested underneath. the sound of diors’ spear clanking on the ground rang through your ears.

feeling the warmth of her hand on your cheek and the other gripping your wrist seemed to settle your nerves. you heard dior curse lightly under her breath and shouting coming from the crew. but the world started spinning in your view, and you gradually slipped from consciousness. 

when you awoke, only two thoughts plagued your mind: what happened, and where is dior? at the startling realization of the second thought, you shoot up. pain was spiking its way through your shoulder, but that was irrelevant at the moment. the rooms’ familiarity sunk into your conscious, and a reassuring hand was placed on your uninjured shoulder.

one of the first things you saw was the worried expression carved into the lines of diors' face. you were both in your trailer, and your body lay sprawled across the couch. dior sat by your side, doing her best to numb your pain.

“what happened?” was all you could squeak out before you needed a sip of water. dior's ability to read you like her favorite novel never surprised you as she passed you a tall glass of ice-cold water.

she pushed you back to lay against some pillows before she spoke. “it’s my fault, i slashed your shoulder with my spear- i didn’t mean to i promise,” she spoke, her voice laced with concern and expression racked with guilt.

the memories hit you like a floodgate, all rushing back at the same time. you had stayed up far too late memorizing your lines, rehearsing the fight sequence, and mentally preparing for filming the scene. you hadn’t eaten due to the inconsistency and spontaneousness of rolling lunches. 

your eyes trailed down your arm to see bandages peaking up your shirt onto your neck and down onto your forearm. under your shirt, the white bandage had a deep red hue, slightly peaking through. you were sore and uncomfortable, but above all, you felt far more guilt in the situation.

if you hadn’t been so erratic, if you had collected yourself and been more organized, none of this would’ve happened. you took a deep breath, trying to process the situation and push aside the guilt that threatened to consume you. it all had taken a toll on your physical well-being, but you were determined to soldier on. you placed a hand on her jawline, forcibly locking eyes.

“it’s not your fault,” you told her. the concern still pooling in her expression made it clear that dior didn’t believe you. “i’m serious; it’s not your fault.” your tone remained lighthearted even in a moment of panic.

“but i hurt you. you’ll be out for at least a week, and now i’m pushing the whole production back, and-”

“dior!” your voice cut off your girlfriend's extensive rambling. she froze, the unstable emotion still very present on her face. “it’s fine, i’m fine. it’s not your fault. i’ve been disorganized recently, and this was just the consequence of my actions,” you calmed her nerves, gesturing to the bandage that covered your right side. 

dior presses her lips into a thin line, suppressing the urge to rebut your claim. she studied you, eyes glazing over your body, still tainted with bother. you opened your arms, an invitation for a soothing embrace. 

she shook her head quickly, “i don’t want to hurt you more,”. only now did you see the tears beginning to form in your girlfriends eyes. she was so consumed with the guilt of hurting you, she was crying. 

“you can’t hurt me, baby. you can never hurt me,” your voice just above a whisper. you insisted she lay with you, to calm not only your but both of your nerves. reluctantly, she climbed on top of you, and laid her head on the uninjured side of your chest.

dior carefully pressed her face into the hollows of your neck. she mumbled incoherent apologies while you smoothed out her hair. you responded to each apology that slipped past her lips, reassuring her every time.

“i’m sorry. i’m really so sorry. i love you,” she whispered, pressing her face further into your neck.

you hummed, “i know, i forgive you. i love you.”

“you forgot the ‘too’”.

“my love for you isn’t in addition to your love for me.”

[ampitrit3]

Hii would you be interested in doing a to all the boys I’ve loved before moment where readers siblings send out unsent love letters to clarisse and just the reaction to that

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of tyche!reader

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perchance this was a 7 page google doc

word count - 1.6k

you paid no mind to the stomping coming from behind you. until it inevitably became louder... and louder... and louder... until,

"the hell is this l/n?" you recognized that voice. you could recognize that voice anywhere. clarisse la rue. is a hypocrite, fighter, and ridiculously hot. it was no doubt that clarisse was stunning. 

she shoved your shoulder, forcing you forward. she then yanked and spun you around to face her. she waved a pristine white envelope in your face.

"um, an envelope?" you were confused about what had clarisse acting this way. the two of you never spoke; when you did, it was always an insult via clarisse. 

the ares girl rolled her eyes at you. "not shit, it's an envelope genius!" she spat. ripping a delicate paper out of the envelope. though clarisse is often viewed as aggressive and impulsive, you can even see how precise she is in her movements.

she unfolded the paper, careful not to rip or crease it, and shoved it in your face. once your eyes could focus in on the writing, you were stunned.

in your face was your neat penmanship. but you never sent a letter to clarisse, so how could this be your letter? you peeled the paper out of clarisse's hands, studying the letter.  your eyes moved fast to get a general idea of what the paper suggested. when it hit you, you almost collapsed on the spot. 

you had written this letter. two years ago, when you first arrived at camp. you had a crush on the specific daughter of ares even though everyone told you to steer clear of her. given you obviously couldn't tell your little crush, you opted to write your confession but never sent it. 

so, if you understood this correctly, clarisse had just read a detailed love confession. from you, your signature is correct at the bottom of the paper. but you didn't send it.

"so? who put you up to this shitty prank?" clarisse snapped you out of your thoughts. 

the eye contact made you want to crawl away and cling to any pride you had left.  you stammered a bit, "i don't... it wasn't-" before turning and spriting your way back to tyche cabin. 

the slam of the cabin door caused all your siblings to jump up from their relaxed positions. 

"okay... which of you did it?" you asked in a much more serious tone than usual. your siblings exchanged confused looks and soft, perplexed murmurs. you lifted your fist, which you didn't even realize had crickled the letter until now.

you asked again, "i said, who did it?" the confusion turned into soft snickers and tiny giggles until someone finally spoke up.

"i'd like to say it was a group effort," your sister, chiara, laughed. "but mostly led by me." you stomped your way to your older sister.

"chiara, are you serious?! you completely overstepped! do you realize how fucked up this is? none of you are even supposed to know about this letter!" you annoyed her, shook the paper in her face. but she didn't seem like she cared much.

"what can i say? i am my mother's daughter. i love of game of chance." she stated matter-of-factly. you were going to say more, but she strutted past you before you could get a word in. "besides, soon you'll see i'm helping you, bye y/n!" waving goodbye before she waltzed over to the training area. 

you wanted to scream at her, to shout so many things your younger siblings weren't old enough to hear. but instead, you tore the letter into nothing but confetti. letting a mini scream escape your system as a sign of frustration. 

to your understanding, the entirety of tyche cabin had placed bets on how clarisse would react to the letter. but what did you expect? you're tyche kids. your mother is the goddess of fortune and luck. hell, your cabin looks like a vegas casino. your siblings are constantly placing games of chance, anything for the thrill. and they never lose. 

the next few weeks were spent avoiding any interactions of any kind with clarisse la rue. and you were doing a fantastic job. spending nearly all your freetime in the tyche cabin, only leaving for major social events, training, and food of course. and in the time you were out of the cabin you still never exchanged even a glance with clarisse.

running away from any vicinity she was in, staring at the ground whenever you walked near her, above all avoiding any interaction whatsoever. and you were doing a beautiful job. until your siblings had enough. they surrounded you.

"that's it. either you talk to her on your time or we make you talk to her." chiara stepped forward out of your siblings. you pretended not to hear her, continuing your sketching. until your brother snatched the paper out from under your pencil. "i'm not one that loses bets, y/n. either you talk to her, or she's coming in here to talk to you."

chiara pointed at the space between your eyes to get her point across. you huffed out a sigh, "not my fault you decided to bet on my life," you glared at your sister who rolled her eyes at you.

"looks like mom abandoned you. you struck out."

"my luck doesn't run out. bring her in," chiara signaled at another one of your siblings. you snatched your original paper out from your brother's hand and resumed your sketching.

you tried your best to act unbothered as your siblings disappeared from the room, leaving you and another presence. you never turned you attention away from your pencil lightly scratching the parchment. just enough to leave a light mark.

"what's that? another cheesy love letter?" clarisse asked as she approached your bed. the question made you cringe, shutting your eyes tight. letting out a long exhale you ignored the ares girl.

"your siblings told me about the first one. you actually kept the stupid thing for two years?"

yet again your paper is snatched from you. you groan and shove your face into the warmth of your bed. clarisse inspected what she now knew was a drawing. the shading of light and dark strokes, your delicate pencil work.

clarisse looked back at you but you were still trying your best to avoid her gaze. "are you obsessed with me l/n?" she chuckled. her laugh was light, carefree, and music to your ears.

you caught yourself before allowing yourself to smile. "not obsessed. fascinated rather," you attempted to explain. pushing yourself to sit up properly. you fidgeted with your hands, not fully paying attention to clarisses' words. you felt your bed dip in front of you but you refused to look up.

"tell me more, about your little obsession i mean," finally meeting her eyes, clarisse had a sly smile tugging at her lip. 

"i dunno," you muttered "i guess there are just things to admire about you," finishing the thought was more complex than you believed. 

"like what?"

you thought for a moment, you weren't really thinking. more deciding if you wanted clarisse to know. to know how you really felt about her. how you had always watched her from afar, admiring everything she had to offer. how she trained to protect those she held dear. how she selflessly gave her food to her younger siblings so they would not be the ones to go hungry. her prideful presence, magnetic aura, and how her words resonate with those around her. you looked back down.

in the few days you've been avoiding clarisse you came to a realization. you never stopped liking her. maybe you had just pushed your feelings for the ares girl to the back of your mind and locked them away, never to be discussed. but chiara had forced them out of their hiding place now.

"well, you're an amazing fighter."

clarisse scoffed, "i know that already. tell me something else. and would it kill you to look at me?" she added the last part in a banterful tone.

you met her eyes. studying them and dissecting them. you found no malice. clarisse was being completely genuine. your lips parted to let her know, but no words came out. clenching your jaw to gather your thoughts, the silence of the cabin seemed suffocating.

"you're honest and determined. i know most people see you as impulsive, but i see how accurate you are with your attacks; your precision is only matched by one of the apollo kids," it all just came out without you thinking. like you had been holding it in and finally lifted this weight off your shoulders

clarisses smirk only grew. she nodded her head, signaling for you to continue. "it also really doesn't help that you're stunning, i mean-"

your speaking ceased as your lips were stitched shut by another pair pressing roughly against yours. clarisse ran her hand up your body to the back of your neck. ensuring you couldn't pull away.

you melt into her touch and let yourself be consumed by the moment just this once. your lips danced together in a melody you'd never experienced before. your heartbeat was the bassline, and your lips sang a song you didn't know the words.

when clarisse pulled back, you were left gasping for air. her nails still scratching near the base of your neck reminded you of your position. you were searching clarisse's eyes for any sign of regret or ill intent.

but you were unsuccessful in that quest.

"you talk too much," was all you heard before that same melody filled your senses once more.