#hermes cabin

[bronzepenny]

Connor playing soccer cuz the world cup got me feeling inspired

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[aphroditedahlia]

Mentor | Luke Castellan

Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!reader

Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Y/n was considered one of many “sweethearts” of Camp Halfblood. Aphrodite’s cabin is full of them, children who love way harder than they should. It’s not even always romantic, they just have so much empathy for anything and everything. Y/n is no exception. The only issue she has with this is that other campers, especially Ares’s kids, tend to not so subtly make comments towards her and her siblings for not training enough for their liking. She was slowly growing frustrated with hearing snarky comments about her lack of fighting skills. So, she seeks out the help of the best swordsmen she knows.

Luke Castellan.

Luke is an intense camper to say the least. A skilled swordsman, but not the easiest to approach at times. He belongs to cabin 11, Hermes’s cabin. It was always bustling with campers. Some unclaimed, some actual children of Hermes. It was safe to say it was never truly quiet in cabin 11, which probably explains why Luke is usually training far away from his respective cabin.

Y/n finds him training with a dummy after dinner one day, adjusting her own bag over her shoulder before she returns to her own cabin for the night. He’s a skilled warrior, possibly one of the best at camp. Hopefully he’d be able to help her, or else find someone who could. 

“Luke?” Y/n speaks finally, breaking the continuous sound of metal meeting the wooden dummy. She was at least hoping to catch him in between attacks. Her body tenses slightly as he turns at the sound of his name. 

“Yeah?” His gruff voice responds as he turns. She could feel her heart begin to race as his dark brown eyes met hers. Her hand tightens around her bag before she finally forces herself to speak up. He was a lot more attractive up close than she realized. 

“Hey, so. I was maybe wondering if you could help me train? I kind of suck at it and-.” Y/n starts, but cuts off when she hears a laugh. Did he just laugh at her question?

He laughed at her question, swinging his sword expertly as his eyes trail over her frame. A daughter of Aphrodite asking him for training lessons? It wasn’t unusual, she’s seen him tutor other campers with no problem. 

“You don’t suck at it. You just don’t practice enough.” He responds, twirling his sword in his hand before resting it against the training dummy. He takes a moment to analyze the girl with his arms crossed over his chest, quietly figuring out the best way to train her. “Why not Clarisse? I’ve seen you hanging around her.” He adds curiously. 

Y/n hums, crossing her own arms over her chest as she watches him. Okay, maybe it would take some convincing. 

“Have you met Clarisse? She’s brutal, I was hoping you’d be a bit nicer.” Y/n admits, her eyes flickering behind her at the sound of other campers walking by to go hang out by the lake. She tilts her head slightly as she looks back at Luke, hoping she wouldn’t have to beg. From what she’s heard, Luke brags but he isn’t a complete jerk. Clarisse is blunt, but if you got on her good side she wasn’t so bad. “Please?” She adds gently, softening her eyes. After a few beats of silence, Luke’s lips slowly curve into a soft smile. 

“I’m just messing with you. I’ll help you.” He agrees, uncrossing his arms. He moves to grab his sword from against the dummy. “Meet me here tomorrow morning. Bright and early.”

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The next morning, Y/n makes sure she’s awake before the sun even comes up much to the dismay of her siblings. Once she’s ready, the sun is barely rising. She quickly makes it out to the training grounds just to find she’s the first one there. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t terrified of what Luke has in store for her training. It was no secret Luke trained hard. 

Minutes tick by, turning into almost 30 minutes since she arrived. 

Without warning, Luke abruptly swings at Y/n with his sword. She manages up a fight despite her little to no training before ultimately falling to the ground, her sword falling beside her as the pain settles in her bones. A slight groan leaves her lips as she sits up on her elbows to look up at him. 

“That wasn’t fair.” She protests, sitting up with a pained groan. 

Luke playfully laughs, reaching down to help her up. This was exactly what he wanted to prove to the girl. “Proves my point. You gotta be aware of your surroundings at all times.” He extends his hand in an offering to help her up. Maybe he bit off more than he can chew by agreeing to train her, but it’s hard to say no to her. 

Y/n reaches up, letting him pull her up effortlessly. She brushes off her clothing before straightening up again. She was determined to learn everything she can from the best swordsman at camp. 

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Late one night, Luke insists on training after dinner. Y/n was exhausted and ready to just curl up in her bunk with a nice book instead of training for however Luke deems long enough. It had previously rained, which makes it even less appealing. She was distracted, that much was obvious. Over these past few weeks, she could feel herself slowly falling for the skilled swordsman. She couldn’t tell if it was because they were consistently around each other now or if she actually had feelings, but she was definitely interested in figuring it out. Maybe it was his cologne, or his muscles, or maybe even his gentleness towards her, or-.

“You’re not even paying attention!” Luke calls out, swinging his sword and managing to catch her off balance. He reaches down, offering to help her up off the dirt as he usually does. 

Rae growls in frustration as she takes his hand to tug herself up and out of the dirt. All she wanted was to be nice and clean back in her bunk but instead here she was, her entire back stained with mud. It felt gross and disgusting to not be perfectly clean. “Would be happier if I wasn’t covered in mud just because you wanted to train.” She mumbles, shaking off her hands before grabbing her sword out of the mud. She quickly focuses on overpowering him, using her frustration towards him to motivate her. 

“There she is.” Luke praises, blocking her attacks. Y/n swings, narrowly dodging one of his attacks.

“Come on, pretty girl. You can do better than that.” Luke adds as he dodges her swing.

Y/n slips in the mud at his words. Did she hear him correctly? Luke Castellan calling her “Pretty Girl”? 

Luke’s free hand reaches out, tugging her waist towards him to keep her upright. She’d have his head on a platter if she got a speck of dirt on her clothes. Her body presses against his own, little to no space between the two of them.

Y/n looks up at him with those big eyes he’s so enamored with. Always soft and caring even when she’s frustrated with him for having her out past her “me time” as she calls it. Despite it nearing curfew, her cheeks were obviously flushed in the darkness. 

Y/n blinks up at him, neither of them saying a word. They were so close that she could feel his breath fanning over her face. This was the closest they’ve ever been and she could feel herself growing intoxicated by his close presence. 

His nose nudges hers, pulling a soft breath out of her lips once she realizes what was happening. Y/n tilts her head up, wetting her lips slightly as her eyes flicker between his dark brown eyes and his full, pink lips she’s been dying to kiss for weeks now. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Those four words are the four she never thought she’d hear spill from his lips. It leaves her speechless, her head slowly nodding in confirmation as her sword falls from her hand with a clang. Luke leans in once she gives him the greenlight, closing the distance between them without another word. 

Their lips collide, soft and delicate at first as if he was testing the waters. Y/n slides her hand up into his dark curls to pull him closer. His lips were even softer than she imagined. Beside her, she hears his sword fall to the ground before both his hands tug at her waist. His frame is warm and strong against hers, holding her against his stronger frame with a surprisingly amount of gentleness. 

Against her will, Y/n smiles into the kiss. She’s been wanting this for so long and now that it’s happening it’s a bit overwhelming. 

“What?” Luke smiles, pulling away to catch his breath as he feels a slight burn in his lungs from a lack of oxygen. Y/n’s smile only widens once her eyes open to see his plump lips with a hint of her lipgloss glistening on them. 

“Just happy.” She hums, reaching up and wiping his lips with her thumb.

[sabis-posts]

You know the stereotype that like the mailman is the father?, yeah that's the entire hermes cabin.

[sunchildoftheyear]

halfbloods in pjo staying in the hermes cabin until they’re claimed literally makes zero sense (im sure someone else thought of that before but it just hit me now)

“hermes is the god of in-betweens” symbolism is cool but this is a camp full of traumatised kids who don’t know where they belong yet.

like just think, what if you’re not a hermes kid, you live there for months thinking “i’ll move out soon anyway,” never settling in, and then boom. actually, twin, you are a hermes kid!! congrats!! you’ve been homeless inside your own cabin the whole time!!

another thing is that, hermes cabin is already one of the biggest and most crowded ones. why are we adding more kids there?

and all this while hestia is RIGHT THERE.

she's the goddess of the hearth, home, sanctuary, hospitality, xenia... the literal cultural backbone of “you are safe here.” she doesn’t want power, she doesn’t want to claim anyone, she doesn’t want drama.

she would absolutely take in unclaimed kids, keep them fed and warm and safe, and let them stay until their god shows up. a small, quiet, neutral hearth cabin where no one belongs to a god yet but everyone belongs somewhere. tell me that doesn’t make more sense

if anyone should be protecting unclaimed demigods without strings attached, it’s hestia. not hermes. justice for the hearth tbh

[complainer3000]

Me when Katie Gardner scene

TRAVISSS COME GET HER AWAY FROM HERE

[astro-can]

pjo oc art...

the battle of manhattan...

[lilyyexe]

AN: to my fav ever percy writer i hope u enjoy💗🫶🏼

@elorareads

The sanctuary in my storm

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It’s been the longest worst day ever so far, you woke up with an aching back and a sore throat and gods was it tempting to fall right back to bed, however you were head counselor of your cabin which meant duties and responsibilities.

So you got up, got dressed and acted like you were fine, it’s the second week of summer so the new campers were here and that was always a struggle to deal with, they knew nothing and are new to everything and your job was to help them, on top of that your half siblings were crazy enough as is.

Being the counselor of Hermes cabin is a tiring job so within a couple hours you were already tired and exhausted, throat hoarse and your back killing you and now your feet are sore as well you managed to sneak off finally and went to the docks to relax for a bit.

Little did you know Percy has been looking for you everywhere back at camp it was only 15 minutes later did he finally remember the dock, it was you two’s safe place and he wasn’t surprised when he found you there.

He just stood there for a moment, you were sat on the dock admiring the view, the ocean never ceased to amaze you but him? he was admiring his own view , that was you, the prettiest view he could ever ask for.

He could tell just from the way you were sitting and the look on your face, there was something wrong, you looked as if something had been weighing you down and he didn’t like that.

“Hey gorgeous” he announces over the sound of the waves before walking over and sitting down next to you.

“i’ve been looking all around for you, i wanted to check on you, i know the beginning of summer is always hectic especially for you” gods you could cry from how thoughtful he is, your precious angel.

You lean on him and sigh “it’s just really tiring you know how it is, so many people are asking things and needing to take care of them for now and it gets overwhelming and i’m already a bit sick so that didn’t help at all” you look up at him looking at his ocean eyes that are filled with love and softness.

He smiles in understanding and lifts a hand to tuck a hair behind your ear “i know angel it’s a bit much how about i take care of you tonight, sounds good?” he says with a softened tone.

It sounds like the perfect plan but you have things to do “i would love to but i can’t just not do my work i still have things to do i was only taking a little break” you breathed with a disappointed tone.

“Hey its okay” he says as he cradles your face in his hands in the most gentle manner “i’ll talk to chiron and i’ll fix it, you shouldn’t have to do anything today, your sick and tired and i’m not letting it happen okay?

He really was heaven on earth “okay thank you baby” you lean over and give him a kiss, now Percy being himself pulled you closer and deepened the kiss, one of his hands moving to your waist, the other gently holding your cheek.

When you finally break apart his grin is wide and happy, your face still inches apart “i missed you” you whisper and immediately his whispers back “i missed you too, so much angel, now come on let’s go back to my cabin for some quiet”

He stands and pulls you up with him and you walk back into camp, hand in hand all the way back to his cabin and when you’re there he wastes no time getting you in his shirt and some shorts then he closes the blinds and turns on some candles before moving you to his bed and laying a blanket over you

“I’m gonna go talk to Chiron and be back okay? i’ll get you some hot chocolate and a hot compress for your back, i’ll be back quick, promise” and 10 minutes later he’s back with everything.

“Sorry that took a while i had to get the compress and was waiting for Will to show up” he set the drink next to you and handed you the hot compress

“I spoke to Chiron and explained everything, for now someone else is in charge until you’re feeling better, so don’t worry sweetheart, do you need anything else?” he says while brushing his hands through your hair gently and when you quietly say “you” he’s never taken off his shoes and changed quicker, and within minutes he’s next to you arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled and whispering gentle words in your ear.

When your all settled down and comfortable and halfway to sleep, you thank the gods for blessing you with him, i guess you could say he’s your sanctuary in the storm.

[faithluvsfilms]

i know it was connor and travis that robbed the louvre i just can’t prove it….