#leestor

[whispersinthetide]

Hey

Hey Leestor shippers

What if

What if Allison is the enemy demigod who kills Castor

And Lee sees it happen

Right before he dies

What then

[heartsandmarketplaces]

Lee’d been born starving. That’s what his grandad said. Born in a shepherd’s hut in the watchful dusk with only the tūī and the bashful sheep to watch him into the world. He’d come early, a whole month early to the world. Tough luck for his mum who’d been up on the hillcrop helping a difficult lamb’s birth. What she’d thought when her own cramps began, when her water broke, there as she’d kneeled on the damp spring grass and pulled at hooves, Lee would never know. 

His mum said he’d been quiet, had slipped into the world with a squall that blew over, had blinked big eyes at the green of the world and softened, had known the bleat of a flock before all other things. 

Grandad had laughed at that, had told her she was too bloody sentimental, that babies didn’t know or smile or soften. They scream. They shit. They eat. He’d said, hand on the wooden table, a warning. He’d agreed about the eyes though, big, too big, too greedy for the world kid.

Lee knew his grandad was right. He was greedy, greedy for love, greedy to be liked, greedy to be wanted and needed. And most, desperately, achingly, greedy for Caz.  

He almost didn’t want to admit to how long he’d starved for them. Caz knew of course, Caz knew everything about him, and he’d told them after that second golden kiss, had blurted it out:

‘Since you got this.’ Got this, got this. 

(Got this nose piercing at fifteen and Lee’s heart had stopped right there in his porridge. Had lain there, pulsing and useless on the floor, and how he’d tried to gather it up before anyone noticed, had shoved it into all the shut off parts of his mind. Because that was Caz, that was his best friend, and his own caught breath scared him.

He'd told them this too: how when night came and thoughts were his, and the rest of camp slumbered still, sometimes, sometimes, he had taken it out of its box and turn it over in his head, inspecting it. Their proud smirk and their midnight blue hair, the deep heather of their eyes, the new gold in their nose that had glinted like a star walked earth.

[melz-367]

do u have hcs for lee and cas?:3

ooh ooh ooh I do indeedy not very many but I shall share

- both came to camp young, bout 6, and were best friends from day ONE

- Lee got so goddamn attached that he punched a kid for Cas within one week of meeting him, and Pollux has never held anything against him since, thoroughly adopting him into the trio

- side note: Lee and Pollux are very much tight even tho Lee and Cas are closer and I love all three of them they're sweethearts

- Lee fell first, Cas fell harder (by that I mean Lee was one day like 'oh shit he's cute' and learned to live with the silent pining while Cas was smacked in the face by the realisation/Pollux and never recovered)

- they're both saps. The closet iS LITERALLY GLASS GUYS COME ON-

- both regularly break the rules for each other just for the shits and gigs (Castor flops down at Lee's breakfast table, Lee waltzes into cabin 12 with a pillow in hand for sleepovers) and never face the repercussions because Mr D finds it fucking hilarious and therefore Chiron can only watch tiredly from afar

- Lee is older brother supreme and Castor finds this the cutest thing ever. Yk that one camp counsellor that babysits the lil kids and takes them on trips to the beach and builds castles with them and finger paints and shit? That's Lee, and chances are Castor is hovering nearby also being very older-brotherly while simultaneously simping like a champ

- Castor is a fabulous sword fighter. Lee will swoon at this no questions asked. He shall also deny said swooning until his dying breath (and past that iykyk)

- They get together ageeee (shit hold on I forgot is it 13 or 14-) methinks age 14. Somewhere around there. Don't hold me to it but it's early-mid teens and everyone is fucking relieved

- Castor is the best sentimental gift-giver EVER. His list of gifts to Lee include:

> Polaroid camera (many pictures have been taken on that thing)

> His first guitar (which they painted together and every year repaint for the sentimentality)

> A photo album of pictures Mr D has taken of them over the years (he's a sappy father but you didn't hear that from me🍷) and Castor annotated and drew notes around every picture which just adds to the sentiment

> A small, potted vine plant that sits on the windowsill in the infirmary office. Lee has killed a total of seven cacti in his life, yet that plant is still living its best life

in terms of hcs that are individual to Lee and Cas, again I don't have many, but I'll stick a couple down

- Castor is the younger twin. By a total of three whole minutes. He has lost many a cookie over this

- Lee is an all-rounder Apollo kid. He can sing, play a grand total of 13 instruments, fix broken bones, score 3 bulleyes in a row, and command a cabin of like 10 juvenile delinquents with bows. No sweat. He's got this

- Castor is pansexual, Lee is Unlabelled. Lee also normally goes by he/him pronouns, but is not opposed to he/they

- Castor was and continues to be a bloody terrible swimmer. He can float, he can move from one side of the lake to the other if his life depends on it, but if you try and drag him under as a joke, he WILL drown. This does not stop him from jumping headfirst into the nearest body of water. The love for the ocean is real, and Lee is going to have a fucking heart attack

- Lee's full name is Lee Felix Fletcher

- Castor's surname is Neaton

That's all I've got for now! Thanks for the ask!! <333

[pjo-ship-polls]

Castor

These are only for romantic pairings, not platonic.

Favorite Castor Ship?

Castor/Percy

Castor/Lee

Castor/Dionysus/Pollux

Castor/Pollux

Castor/Drew

Chiron/Castor

Castor/Michael

Castor/Miranda

Castor/Percy/Octavian

Luke/Castor

Voting ended onJan 7, 2025

The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3. However, Castor isn't shipped with twelve different people and so there are only ten (10) options for his poll.

F.A.Q.

Ship List:

Castor/Percy (castercy) 

Castor/Lee (leestor) 

Castor/Dionysus/Pollux (dioncastollux)

Castor/Pollux (castollux)

Castor/Drew (castorew) 

Chiron/Castor (chirastor)

Castor/Michael (michastor) 

Castor/Miranda (mirastor) 

Castor/Percy/Octavian (octcastercy)

Luke/Castor (lukastor)

[heartsandmarketplaces]

Chiaroscuro

Fandom: Percy Jackson Rating: Teen Characters: Lee Fletcher; Caz (Castor) Summary: Chiaroscuro: The study of contrasts in light and dark Or: Noone told Lee what it would be like to have ancient poetry mouthed into the dimples of his collarbones, to be kissed by lips chapped and swollen from divine revelations, to be stretched out by a painter's hands and charcoal fingers and an artist's eye.

Caz had taught him the word, had kissed it into the line of Lee's naked shoulder in the small hours of a January morning, under lamplight and starlight and the deep deep dark of winter night.

Lee, face-down, his cheek to the pillow, turned to liquid gold as they spread him wide over the mattress, had felt every brittle corner of himself, every hurt edge, melt as they mouthed over the plane of his back, dragging their lips over freckles and acne scars and archer's muscles. They traced calloused fingers up the whole length of his spine and he sighed and shivered and gripped at the sheets with kiss-dopey fingers. 

Caz, of course, noticed. Their hands stilled immediately and pulled back to rest on the safety of his forearms. They pressed the gentlest of kisses to his shoulder blade.  'Okay?'

'Mmm,' Lee murmured dozily, twisting his head backwards in search of a clumsy kiss.

Caz obliged him but pulled away far too soon for Lee's liking, eyes searching him out. 'Not too much?'

'Not too much,' Lee reassured. His neck ached from holding his position and he dropped back to the pillow, pouting at the absence of Caz's soft mouth on his. Even with his eyes closed he could feel them propped on their elbows above him, hesitating, and it pulled a fond smile from the corner of his lips. 'Promise.' 

He wriggled his shoulders for good measure, enticing them back to the wavy fugue of kisses and warmth and the gentle nakedness of skin on skin at tender midnight hours. 

He felt more than heard Caz's gentle huff of breath as they settled down, relaxing until their weight rested on him fully. They nosed into his vertebrae, nipped him with teeth careful enough not to leave a mark. 

Lee's smile stretched wider. 'You make me calm.' He said, because it was true. 

Caz all but purred then, pleased and tender, in their throat and nuzzled into the side of Lee's hair.

‘You’re everything Lee.’ 

And for once, Lee could believe it. 

---

They sat at Campfire. It drew a strange light over them, over Caz looking fey and golden and something beyond this world and the next. Caz, watching him instead of singing, watching him instead of the blue-green-purple-red of supernatural flames, Caz whose eyes were soft and tender as they looked.

'What?' Lee laughed, self-conscious like.

Caz shook their head, something like awe on their face. 'Ye're so feckin gorgeous.' 

They dipped him for a kiss. In front of all camp, in front of Pollux, in front of Michael and Will and all his siblings. Lee didn’t mind. His toes curled and his lips parted with a sigh and his mouth went pliant under theirs and if he could stay like that forever, he would. 

--

The seawater was warm, the day hot and warping, and there was Caz, jumping off the pier, laughing and mad, eyes alight with revelry. Lee watched them in the arc of the sun's rays, their lean muscles, their necklaces against the pale white of their skin, the pink of their nipples. 

Caz, Caz, always looking, Caz saw him watching them and winked and stretched, lithe and Adonis-like, showing off athlete's biceps, an artist's throat. 

'Like what you see?' They called, over the glistening waves.

'Vanity.' Shouted back Lee. 'All is vanity.' 

He was watching them closely enough to see the o of their mouth, the rise of their eyebrows, the challenge in their eyes. He was expecting the tackle but not the wave and it took both of them to ground, covering them with sea and salt as they landed heavy and laughing. Caz wrestled on top of him, sand in their hair, in Lee's hair, on their chests and feet and Caz was laughing, brilliantly and beautiful and the sight of it took all Lee's breath. .

Caz moved as if they were going to get up, but they shifted only slightly on Lee's bare stomach and their eyes, violet and the colour of all Lee's favourite things, darkened as they traced a thumb down the side of his eye, browbone to cheeekbone, over the scar there, hidden by sand and freckles. 

They leant down and Lee's heart seized as they pressed a kiss to it, eyelashes fluttering against his skin. When they pulled back, there was grief in those purple eyes. 

‘He gone,’ Murmured Lee. 

But Caz shook their head. ‘It shuid never have happened.’ 

They bowed their head over Lee’s, kissed over the scar again. Lingered there, breath warm against Lee’s skin.

He drew in a sharp breath, eyes closing at Caz’s gentle touches. 

‘A cannae take it away with praying, so I will kiss it away with wanting. Ye deserve to be adored Lee.’ 

Lee opened his mouth, but Caz kissed him again, down the well of his throat, and all that came out was their name, like it was the only thing that mattered. 

--

Lee said it one afternoon as he lay out in the orchard organza light. 

Sunshine branched through the trees, falling in dappled spots like light from the bottom of a stream. It cut across Caz’s face so that their eyes were hidden from Lee as they bent over their canvas. 

‘I love the way you love me.’

‘Hm?’ Caz looked up, paintbrush between their teeth, oil paint smudged across their forehead. They blinked at him owlishly. 

Lee hid a secret grin. ‘You’re beautiful.’ 

Caz frowned and removed the paintbrush, ‘That’s no what ye said.’ 

Lee could not help but reach out and touch them, to slide a finger down the side of their face, across the top of their lip. 

‘No.’ He admitted, ‘but it’s true too.’ 

Caz eyes fluttered shut as Lee leaned in to press a searing kiss to their cheekbone. 

‘I love how you make me feel brave.’ Said Lee, ‘ Like nothing bad can happen to me.' 

An intense look filled Caz’s face, their eyes opened to pupils, dark like the night after sunset.  'A’m gunna love ye so well Lee. So, so well. The way everyone shuid have ayewis loved ye. And no one’s ever gonna hurt ye again because ye’re mine and loved and loved and loved and loved.’

--

Lee found them outside in the pale morning flush of winter. 

It’d been a bad night, he could tell. Their face was pale and pinched, dark lines under dark eyes, their fingers smudged with charcoal. They were sitting on their swing-seat, legs pulled up to their chin, staring out over camp, but they turned their head when he came clumping up the stairs, pressing the socket of their cheek to their knees. 

‘Hey,’ 

‘Hey you.’ Lee smiled, crooked his head. ‘Can I sit?’

Caz eyed him dully and Lee ached at the exhaustion there, the numbness that swaddled them like an ill-fitting cloak. Then they moved, shuffling slowly, like every movement was effort. Lee sat, perched lightly, and it was quiet between them as they stared at each other in the wavering sun. 

Lee wasn’t sure who moved first, but all at once Caz was collapsing into him and he was drawing Caz up into his chest, scooping them into his arms and wrapping his hands tight into their hair. 

‘I’ve got you,’ he murmured.

Caz, hiding in the hollow of his collarbones, took a deep breath. And another, their shoulders shook and they tucked their head inwards, further, so that the no-one around cannot see the tears in their eyes. 

‘Dinnae let go.’ They whispered, begged, almost. 

Lee’s arms tightened and he pressed a fierce kiss to their hair. 

‘Never. I’m with you to the end.’ 

It wasn’t a marriage oath, not yet, but Lee thought the words all the same. And as the sun broke over the cabins, and camp began to wake, Lee held Caz, safe from the world and all its divinity.

--

Lee’d lost track of time somewhere around Caz licking along his tongue and pinning him to the door of their bedroom. Because it was their bedroom now, both of theirs, even if Lee only slept in it twice a week, even if he had to be gone by morning light, it was theirs, a nest away from the world of monsters and demigods, a place of soft night hours for soft murmurs into naked skin. 

Caz’s fingers trailed into the spaces of his hipbones, always doting, always soothing. Long, clever fingers, gripping him, tugging him.

And just for a moment Lee imagined the pressure of their bodies together, hips flushed, the slick and slide of them tumbled into sheets, breathless, the sweat, the trembling thighs and the private gasps of pleasure. And he thought, sorry, sorry that I can't, sorry I'm not like you.

But Caz, Caz his best friend, his lover, Caz who knew him so well that it sometimes felt they could read their thoughts, brought their mouth, warm and darling, into the space of his ear, 'A dinnae need sex to be loved by ye.' 

Lee shrugged, the smallest of movements. He couldn't meet their eye. 'But it would be better…?'

'Naw.' Caz's voice was firm. They kissed the hinge of his jaw. 'It wuidnae be ye.'

They kissed him there again, insistent, then pushed themself up onto strong forearms and drew a long finger down his clavicle. 'Ye're ayewis enough fer me. A love what we do.'

--

Lee snuggled up warm and drowsy in bed, duvet cloudlike, watching, through half-closed eyes as Caz painted by candlelight. It was late, but Lee wasn't complaining not when he could watch Caz in their singlet, biceps out, their cross necklace between their teeth, leaning over their canvas, their nose piercing catching the flickering light. 

'Ye shuid be sleeping, ma love.' Caz's eyes met his. 

Lee allowed himself a sleepy grin, unashamed to be caught staring. 'This is better than anything I might dream.' 

He enjoyed the languid smile that spread across their face, their eyes upturned and merry. 'And ye say A'm the flirt?' 

Lee shrugged. It was easy with them.

He took in the sight of them again: their pink hair, rosy and auburn by the flames, the shadows on their face sharpening their cheekbones, the line of their nose, their eyebrows, the curve of their lip. He wished, suddenly, desperately, that he could paint. 

Instead, he pushed himself up to sitting, all swaddled in the duvet and held out a hand.

The look that overtook Caz's face... the reverence... the awe. It did Lee undone. 

Their mouth parted as they stood, as they stumbled towards him like in a daze. They kissed the tips of his fingers first, his thumb, the bones of his wrist and Lee's eyes fluttered closed. He breathed out a sigh that was half Caz's name, half relief, and all home. Their teeth grazed Lee's tendon and his head dropped back, skin fizzing like he was being spun to gold, spreading out, down to the curl of his toes, the underlids of his eyes, the gasp of his mouth, until he wasn't sure if he really was dreaming afterall.

Caz kissed up his arm, soft wings of lips, and Lee needed them closer. He lifted their chin with a finger and the sheets rustled under them as Caz crawled into the space between Lee's legs. The kiss they breathed into his mouth arched his head back and they grinned, a sly thing, pulling back to rub the tip of their nose up and down his own, their eyes soft. They found each other again, kissing softly, their mouths soft and pliant and plush. 

Caz still had that look on their face when they pulled away, lips lingering, hands entwined, and they shook their head a little like they couldn't believe it. A smile lifted one side of their mouth. 

Lee kissed their bottom lip, gentle, 'Come to bed?' 

'Mmm.' Caz ran a knuckled along Lee's jaw, 'Not sleepy.' 

'You could read? I don't mind the light.' He kissed the hollow beside their Adams apple, 'Please?'

'Ye make -- ah ---ye make a compel -- ah... Lee...' Caz gave up trying to speak, their eyes fluttering shut as Lee dragged his mouth down the arch of their throat.

There was something delirious in making Caz speechless. It was addictive, the way they folded into Lee, their head tipped back, the hitch of their breath, their full body shudder as he stroked down their ribs. Lee chased it, their sounds, the beauty of them in candlelight. He nosed into their collarbone, pressing soft kisses along the whole line of them.

Their breath came out wonderfully shaken. 'Are ye -- ah -- seducin me into snuggles?'

Lee barely lifted from his kisses to mumble, 'Is it working?'

He felt their silent laugh. 

They pulled away enough to reach down to his mouth and kiss him there and circled his wrists with their fingers and brought them up to their lips. One kiss, on each pulse point.

'Let me get ready? Then Am aye yers.'

The words tugged at the bottom of Lee's stomach and he settled back down in the sheets to watch Caz wipe their brushes down with an old rag, as they pottered their paints away, and slipped out to the bathroom. They came back, face glistening with water, newly changed into pyjamas. Lee made a happy noise: bare legs. It was a rare sight and he knew how much trust there was in it. He wants to say how beautiful they are, how much he loved seeing them like this, but not yet, not yet. Caz was flighty with this part of their body, so instead he said, 'I want you forever.' 

It earnt him a small, pleased smile from Caz, a flush on their cheeks.

Lee propped himself up on elbow, hooked a finger under the leg of their shorts and pulled them closer. Caz went willingly, letting him tug them into bed and down under him, on the mattress, where Lee could run fingers over the lace edge of their pyjamas, could look down sweetly at them, could trace the patchwork of white scars on their thighs with a careful, loving thumb. 

They shivered, 'Ye dinnae have to...'

'I want to.' He said it firmly. 'I love all of you Caz.'

His eyes did not leave theirs as he leant up to kiss them again, soft and slow, drowsy. When he pulled back, Caz's eyes were half-lidded in bliss. They brushed the curls from his face, ran a thumb from the corner of his eyebrow down to his ear.

'Ye have everything of me, Lee, everything.'

(Part of a larger story universe) | ao3 link

[heartsandmarketplaces]

I keep thinking about how you mentioned that Pollux was the first one to befriend Lee

Would you mind elaborating a bit more on that bc I’m intrigued :D

Sorry it's taken so long for me to reply! I've been thinking about it :) It's one of those thigns where I've known that Pollux befriends Lee first but just hadn't worked out how.

But.

Caz tries first.

They're put next to Lee in lessons. He's already sitting there, diligently working away and one of the new kids, twins allegedly even though they look nothing alike is sat next to him. They have a heart shaped face and tumbling wavy hair and bright purple eyes and they grin toothily at him.

'Hi. A'm Caz. Ma brother's Pollux, he's the one sitting there.'

(Yes, he knows Pollux. He got into a fight on his first day and won't say why)

Ye're Lee right? A heard Chiron say yer name. Ye're from cabin 7 ae? That's so cool. If da wasnae ma da, A'd like to be ----'

Chiron tells them off for talking but Caz doesn't seem to mind. Just grins and shrugs. 'Whoops. Sorry sir. Cannae keep ma mouth shut sometimes.'

And Lee's pretending not to listen to them and keep his head down because He's a goody-two-shoes and terribly afraid of getting in trouble

Only Caz's name gets called again, and this time Lee's does too. And he's blushing something terrible and is far too aware of his big siblings disapproving looks and shame builds up in him and he thinks he's going to cry.

Only Caz perks up with a 'That's no fair Sir. S'only me talking sir. Lee's no said a word. Sorry Lee. A'm trying hard.'

And Chiron lets it go with a warning which seems far too good to be true and Caz winks at him and Lee mumbles a quick thank you and decides he doesn't want anything to do with Caz Mac an tSgairt thank you very much

Not them with their eyes that are too pretty and their smile like something impish is at the corner of their mouth

all he just wants to do his work and so despite all Caz's best efforts Lee never says a word to them

Even though his gaze never quite manages to leave them because they're all bright like a lantern and full of charm and charisma and energy and being around them is exhilarating and exhausting and brilliant in equal measures.

Don't get me wrong, Lee wants to get to know them, he was so excited when he heard there were kids his age coming. But he's shy and they're not

And then comes the Incident. Logan, mocks the twins accents, Caz and Pollux retaliate with charming, Lee's enamoured and wishes he could be friends more than ever but he's too shy to approach them

And then one day, he's sitting alone at lunch and there's a voice asking to sit with him

Turns and it's Pollux. Plate in hand, looking, not exactly embarrassed, but something. And instinctively Lee looks for his other half because the twins go everywhere together but he's on his own

'Caz is having a nap.' It's all he says (Lee's Spider ahem healer instincts tingle)

Lee waves him down

Eyes Pollux over the meal.

He's quieter than Caz, but he's not shy like Lee is

And maybe that's what makes them work. Because they talk softly, but neither of them minds silence, and they both really enjoy it

And Caz isn't at campfire that night so Pollux sits with him there too and he discovers that not only can Pollux sing, he's crazy good on the guitar

And the next day at lunch Pollux is there, only this time he's dragged Caz whose 'been told tae be on ma best behaviour'

And that's that really

The rest is history

They become as thick as thieves and pretty soon you won't find one without at least one of the others

And Lee becomes less painfully shy

And Pollux uses his fists less

And Caz becomes less hyper/more subtle

So they're good for another really

[heartsandmarketplaces]

Not me thinking about how there'll be a brief period of time where Lee is not around in the world to love Caz. That they don't know it because they're fighting, but there's a moment in BOTL where they live in a world without him.

[pjo-ship-polls]

Lee Fletcher

These are only for romantic pairings, not platonic.

Favorite Lee Fletcher Ship?

Luke/Lee

Lee/Drew

Castor/Lee

Lee/Percy

Bianca/Lee

Lee/Malcolm

Bianca/Lee/Zoë

Lee/Ethan

Lee/Hermes

Lee/Katie

Lee/Mitchell

Lee/Piper

Voting ended onDec 11, 2024

The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3.

F.A.Q.

Ship List:

Luke/Lee (leeluke) 

Lee/Drew (fletchenaka)

Castor/Lee (leestor) 

Lee/Percy (leercy) 

Bianca/Lee (leenca) 

Lee/Malcolm (malcolee) 

Bianca/Lee/Zoë (leezoanca) 

Lee/Ethan (leethan) 

Lee/Hermes (leermes) 

Lee/Katie (leetie) 

Lee/Mitchell (mitchellee) 

Lee/Piper (leeper)