New Brother?
platonic clarisse x reader, platonic Percy x sister reader. Poseidon!reader definitely not my best work. Mix of show and book.
You had been the only Child of Poseidon for your whole life, or that’s what you thought. A couple days ago you were training with your friend Clarisse. You had become friends with her when you were both unclaimed for several reasons mostly because you were both trying so hard to be noticed by your godly parents, and because you both were really good fighters. When you decided to take a break because neither of you could seem to win, without using powers, there was a group of girls gossiping about something you didn’t catch much, but it was enough to gain interest in whatever was going on. “Yeah a Minotaur… by himself?…” “what’s going on?” One of the girls turned to face you. “A new kid killed a Minotaur!” You tried to think there hadn’t been any new kids the past couple days. “What new kid?” “I don’t know his name. Um… he’s got dark hair, probably 12ish” you were walking with clarisse later that day when you saw him. “Come on clar. You don’t need to preform the ‘welcome to camp ceremony’ on every new camper… do you?” Clarisse let out a short laugh “it’s not a ceremony and no. Just on ones that think they’re better than everyone.” You rolled your eyes “I’m just going to watch then.” You weren’t even paying attention, you just started talking to Luke. The next time you saw him was at capture the flag. You had been on patrol when you saw Luke coming by with… the flag? You ran to get ahead and stop them which you did, but being the best swordsman in camp gave Luke several advantages. Also there was no water near by, and you were banned from causing earthquakes during capture the flag. By the time you got to the river where Percy and clarisse had fought Luke had made it across and the was a Trident above Percy’s head. Now you no longer had the cabin to yourself, but it was nice to have a sibling, for the most part. “Percy, where is my… what are you doing with that?” Percy was holding your stuffed dolphin toy, your only thing you brought from your home, pretended not to know what you were talking about with a smirk on his face. “What? this toy dolphin?” “Yes, give it back.” Percy’s smirk was growing. “Is this your stuffed animal y/n? I thought you were a teenager not a baby.” “Says the guy who drools in his sleep.”
Reblogs are appreciated, I love comments (especially constructive criticism), I love everything Percy Jackson.