Your shutting yourself out from the fandom by not interacting with work that has “white” aesthetic lol
idk why you put white in quotation marks. black folk have BEEN telling you that you guys aren’t being inclusive when you include pics and narrative that centers white people. idgaf if it’s to “set the tone” of the fic. y’all can die, i’m not interacting with that wattpad ass shit!
and if that means i’m “shutting myself out of the fandom” then i actually don’t give a fuck. i think y’all need to stop writing READER INSERTS through a white lens actually! start tagging that as x oc instead
(Remember! English is not my native language. I translate all my texts through a translator. If you find any mistakes, don't be afraid to write to me about them. And don't criticize too much, please)
DEMIGOD!reader...
Who still misses Jason....
When Jason returns, he expects to see his beloved sister and dear friend, to inform them that everything is fine with him. She's the only person he doesn't want to hold a grudge against.
He remembers all their happy moments, but when he returns, he sees emptiness.He doesn't see her..
She's nowhere to be found.
He no longer feels her gloomy but familiar aura.
Only later does he find out that she has disappeared and begins to get even more angry and blame Bruce for not being able to save her as well.
He starts his own search, but sees no trace of NEGLECT!reader.
But no matter what happens, he's not going to give up.
He would find her at any cost.
Who hasn't been apart from Luke for three years and is happy to welcome a new member into her group...
DEMIGOD!reader and Luke ran into a surprisingly large cluster of monsters chasing them.
Initially, they tried to fight back, but deciding that this was not bringing any results, they rushed into bego.
But having driven themselves into a dead end, they could only pray to all the gods for salvation and help. But the gods, as we know, do not care about the problems of their children.
So, having already lost hope of salvation and fighting off the monsters with their last strength, the two demigods felt a strong aura and a girl no older than twelve appeared in front of them with a menacing look, radiating tremendous power.
Before the friends could blink, the girl rushed to the attack. Inspired by the courage of the young demigodess, as they could guess from her spear capable of killing monsters, Wayne and Castellan immediately begin to fight with greater force.
After quickly defeating the monsters, the three demigods quickly leave the battlefield, hiding among the trees in the forest.
There they find out that the girl in front of them is named Thalia Grace and that she is the daughter of Zeus himself, the king of the gods.
DEMIGOD!reader invites Thalia to join them and she happily accepts her offer.
Thalia tells them about her "dead" brother and her drinking mother. He says that his brother's death was the last straw before his escape.
It all reminds DEMIGOD!reader of herself, so she and Luke swear that they will never leave her and will always be there for her.
Who didn't hesitate to help Thalia chase her father's magical goat...
Chasing Almathea all the way to Richmond, the three demigods see a huge, creepy mansion.
DEMIGOD!reader immediately senses that something is amiss, but it looks like their unpleasant memories and associations of their past.
After Luke uses his abilities to open the door of the mansion, and then it slams shut behind them, the friends try to escape through the windows, but enchanted curtains fall on them. Running up the stairs to the top, they see in front of them an elderly man who introduces himself as Halcyon Green.
It turns out that he spoke with the help of Lecrot because Apollo, his father, took away his ability to speak after he used his abilities to save a girl who was destined to die. He was trapped here in order to attract demigods to feed the monsters.
After hearing his story, DEMIGOD!reader remains disappointed by the cruelty of the gods. But the fear of death from lecrot does not disappear anywhere.
Thalia persuades Halcyon to send the monsters away and talk on Eden. She learns from Helkion that most of the demigods came here for a magical artifact hidden in a chest, unlocking which, Hal's curse will be lifted. Then she guesses why Almathea was leading her.
Luke manages to open the lock and they find a silver bracelet.
Thalia tries to activate the bracelet, thinking that it must have some special power, while Luke and DEMIGOD!reader try to find a way out.
Meanwhile, Hal tries to predict the future once again. He tells Talia that she will find her family in the future. To Luke, who sees betrayal and fire in his future. DEMIGOD!reader he says that her future is shrouded in darkness and loss, which worries the young girl very much.
When Luke guesses to use Greek fire to escape, the four of them search for the potion recipe in the library.
Luke mixes a potion for Greek fire, and Thalia tries to summon a lightning bolt to finish it, and the stone on the DEMIGOD!reader ring begins to glow stronger and stronger, foreshadowing trouble. Meanwhile, Halcyon Green gives Luke his diary and his knife and tells him to learn from his mistakes. Just then, the bars lift, and the leucrotae come out. Hal sacrifices himself to give Luke, DEMIGOD!reader and Thalia enough time to run for it. He uses the bomb to set the mansion on fire, and while being attacked by the monsters, Luke figures out how to activate the bracelet, by using a code word, Aegis.
Who would never trade her friends for immortality...
When Artemis hunters rescue the three demigods during one of the battles, DEMIGOD!reader senses a catch.
When Zoey starts offering them and Thalia to join their ranks, she immediately rudely cuts off their offer, not wanting to leave Luke. Talia is hesitant, but also decides to stay with her friends, not wanting to leave them, which makes Zoey angry and in anger says that Luke will disappoint and betray them.
Talia is angry at the huntress. DEMIGOD!reader remembers Hal's prophecy, but is shaken by misgivings, not believing that her Luke will be able to betray someone.
Who rejoices when she finds a brave little girl of seven, to whom Luke gives his knife.
Who is more than happy to travel with her new little family, but it turns out not to be safe...
After building more than a dozen shelters, before the last one was destroyed and Thalia's leg was injured, Luke decides to take the company to his old house to patch up the leg of Zeus' daughter.
When friends find themselves at Mae Castellan's house, DEMIGOD!reader is horrified by the mess.
But they're not the only ones who visited Luke's mom..
While Mae and DEMIGOD!reader are treating Thalia's leg, the girls hear the rising voices of Luke and his father from the next room.
When the boy's voice breaks into a scream, he storms out of the room and runs away, holding DEMIGOD!reader tightly by the hand. The girls quickly rush after them...
Who does not believe in prophecies, but in the fact that people build their own destiny...
Late at night, while still in one of the makeshift one-night stands, DEMIGOD!reader hugs the blue-eyed demigod tightly, softly stroking his back while he silently cries, burying himself in her neck.
Thalia and little Annabeth are sleeping peacefully, enjoying a moment of calm, hugging tightly and warming themselves.
And the elder demigoddess thinks that she will never trade her family for anything in life and that she will definitely keep it, no matter what, that even if the gods try to touch them, she will overthrow them from their heavenly throne...
[Nai, I love you all very much, thank you for reading me. I adore you. Thanks for subscribing. Please like and comment if you don't mind. There is one problem that I can't add some of them to the taglist, it may be because of your own account settings.. Don't be offended by me, I'm really sorry that I can't do this either]
notes: starting off strong with thalia-related content messages!
content summary: mainly thalia x gf!reader, thalia has technological issues, clingy!thalia x even clingier!reader, implied sexual themes (just making out), clarisse calling out her friends
summary :: In which Thalia hates when others touch her — but she leans into you like she needs it to breathe.
wc :: 1860 tws :: none
— Thalia grace & fem!reader
The first time Thalia touched you, you thought she’d stab you. Not metaphorically-her fingers dug into your wrist like she was checking for a pulse, or maybe like she was deciding whether to break the bone.
You froze. Everyone knew better than to get close to her unless they wanted a boot to the ribs or a switchblade pulled on them in the alley behind the diner.
"You gonna keep staring at my hand or what?" Thalia's voice was all annoyance, but her fingers didn’t let go-if anything, they tightened.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting her cheekbones in a sickly glow. Up close, you could see the split in her bottom lip, the faded bruise along her jawline. She smelled like motor oil and spearmint gum.
You didn’t answer. Instead, you watched the way her thumb moved-not threateningly, but absently, tracing the thin blue veins under your skin. Like she was mapping them.
The jukebox in the corner skipped tracks, and someone laughed too loud at the counter. Thalia’s eyes flicked up to yours, and for a second, there was something raw there, something that didn’t fit with the stories people told about her. Then she blinked, and it was gone. "Don’t get used to this," she muttered, but she didn’t pull away.
Later, you’d realize that was the moment everything tilted. Not when she finally let go, or when she shoved past you to light a cigarette outside, but right then-her calloused fingers still wrapped around your wrist, her breathing too steady, like she was holding something back. You didn’t know it yet, but she was already yours. And you were already hers.
The second time Thalia touched you, it was raining. Not the soft kind-the kind that came down like nails, turning the parking lot into a slick black mirror. You were smoking under the diner’s awning, shoulders hunched against the cold, when she appeared beside you like a shadow.
No warning. Just Thalia, her knuckles brushing yours as she reached for your cigarette. You let her take it. Her lips wrapped around the filter, and you watched the ember flare between her fingers.
“You’re gonna get sick,” you said, nodding at her soaked leather jacket.
She exhaled smoke through her nose, grinning around it. “You offering to keep me warm?”
You should’ve laughed. Should’ve rolled your eyes. Instead, you reached out and flicked a raindrop off her collarbone. Your fingertip lingered. Thalia went still-not like she was about to bolt, but like she was waiting to see how far you’d go. The cigarette burned between you, forgotten.
Later, in the backseat of your shitty car, she’d press you into the upholstery with the heel of her hand and bite your neck hard enough to bruise. You’d gasp, and she’d freeze, like she’d shocked herself. “Tell me to stop,” she’d demand. You wouldn’t.
But that was later.
Now, under the awning, her breath hitched when you tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. Thunder rolled overhead. The diner’s neon sign buzzed, painting her cheekbones in pink and blue.
“You’re gonna get sick,” she echoed, but her hand was already sliding up your sleeve, fingers finding your pulse point again.
You leaned in.
She didn’t pull away.
The third time Thalia touched you, it wasn’t accidental. She didn’t pretend she was reaching for something else or blame it on the cramped backseat of your car. She just looked at you-really looked-and then dragged her palm up your thigh like she was daring you to flinch. Her nails were bitten down to the quick, but they still left indents in your skin through the fabric of your jeans. You didn’t move.
Outside, the rain hammered the roof like it was trying to get in. Thalia’s mouth was a hard line, her breathing too controlled. You knew better than to speak. Instead, you traced the scar above her eyebrow-a thin white line she’d never explained-and watched her pupils dilate. Her knee jerked involuntarily, knocking against the gearshift.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she muttered, but her hand curled tighter around your leg, pulling you closer until your hips slotted together.
You could feel her heartbeat where your chests pressed, frantic and uneven. Up close, her eyelashes were clumped together from the rain, and her lower lip trembled-just once-before she caught it between her teeth.
She kissed you like she was trying to lose a fight.
All teeth , her fingers twisting in your hair hard enough to hurt. You let her. Let her push you back against the door, let her hitch your leg over her hip, let her bite your tongue when you made a sound she didn’t like.
The windows fogged up around you, sealing you in with the smell of wet leather and the salt-tang of her sweat.
When she finally broke away, her lips were swollen and her cheeks flushed. You expected her to bolt. Instead, she rested her forehead against yours, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “Fuck,” she whispered, like it was a confession.
You kissed her again, slower this time.
The fourth time Thalia touched you, it was dawn. Not the golden kind, the kind that crept in gray and hesitant. You were sprawled across the backseat, her leather jacket balled under your head, the scent of her clinging to your skin.
She sat on the hood of the car, smoking, her silhouette sharp against the fading dark. You watched the way her shoulders moved when she breathed, the way her fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh. Like she was counting down to something.
You slid out of the car barefoot, the asphalt cold under your soles. Thalia didn’t turn, but her spine straightened when you leaned against the fender beside her. Close enough that your arms brushed. She exhaled smoke through her nose, her jaw tight. “You should go,” she said, but her fingers curled into a fist against her leg, like she was holding onto the words.
You didn’t answer. Just plucked the cigarette from her lips and took a drag, watching her throat work when she swallowed.
The silence stretched, taut and fragile. Somewhere, a bird started singing-off-key and relentless. Thalia’s knuckles whitened.
Then, all at once, she cracked. Her hand shot out, gripping the front of your shirt, hauling you in until your noses almost touched. “Say it,” she demanded. “Say you’re gonna leave.”
You could’ve lied. Could’ve told her what she wanted to hear.
Instead, you crushed the cigarette under your heel and cupped her face, your thumbs smoothing over the hollows under her eyes. She shuddered. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said, simple as a fact.
Thalia made a sound-half a sob, half a laugh-and then her mouth was on yours, desperate and messy. Her hands fisted in your hair, your shirt, like she was trying to fuse you together. When she finally pulled back, her lips were red, her cheeks wet. You didn’t ask. Just wiped the tears away with your thumbs and pressed your forehead to hers.
She let out a shaky breath. “Fuck,” she whispered again.
The fifth time Thalia touched you, it was deliberate-not with the hunger of before, but slow, like she was memorizing the shape of your palm. Dawn had bled into morning, the diner’s neon sign flickering off as the sun climbed. She held your hand between hers, callouses catching on your skin, and said, voice rough, “I don’t know how to do this.” Not can’t. Don’t know how. Like it was a skill she could learn, if you’d teach her.
You turned her hand over, pressed your lips to the scar across her knuckles-the one she’d gotten punching through a window when she was sixteen. Her breath stuttered. “You’re doing it right now,” you said against her skin.
She made a noise like a wounded animal, fingers twitching in yours. “No one’s ever-” She cut herself off, jaw working. The admission hung between you, sharp as a blade.
Thalia looked away, throat bobbing. “I want to.” Three words, and it cost her. You could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, like she was bracing for a blow. “Fuck. I want to.” Louder this time. You didn’t smile. Didn’t tease. Just squeezed her hand and said, “Then we’re dating.” Simple. Fact.
She laughed-a startled, punched-out sound-and dragged you in by the collar. Her kiss was less teeth this time, more lips, hesitant and achingly soft. When she pulled back, her eyes were bright, pupils blown wide. “Yeah,” she rasped. “Okay.” Like it was that easy. Maybe it was.
Thalia didn’t say I love you first. She said, “I think about you when I’m not with you,” like it was an accusation, her voice scraping raw over the words. You were in the diner’s back booth, her boot hooked around your ankle under the table, the cracked vinyl squeaking every time she shifted. She wouldn’t look at you-just stabbed her fork into her pancakes like they’d wronged her. “It’s fucking stupid,” she muttered, syrup soaking into the cuts on her knuckles.
You reached over, slow, and wiped it away with your thumb. Her breath caught. “It’s not,” you said. Simple. Fact.
She dropped the fork. It clattered against the plate loud enough to make the waitress glance over. Thalia’s fingers flexed, then curled into fists. “I don’t-” She stopped, swallowed. Tried again. “I don’t know how to be soft.” The admission came out jagged, like she’d ripped it from somewhere deep. Outside, a truck rumbled past, shaking the windows.
You didn’t touch her. Didn’t push. Just waited.
Thalia’s throat worked. Then, all at once, she slumped forward, her forehead thumping against your shoulder. “Teach me,” she mumbled into your shirt, her voice so quiet you almost missed it. Her hands hovered at your sides, trembling. “Please.”
Your heart cracked open. You lifted a hand to her hair-hesitant, giving her space to bolt-but she only exhaled sharply, her body going pliant under your touch. “Okay,” you whispered, threading your fingers through her dark strands. “Yeah. Okay.”
She lifted her head just enough to glare at you, eyes wet. “Are we-?” She couldn’t finish, but the question hung between you.
You kissed her then, right there in the booth, her syrup-sticky hands clutching your shirt. She made a noise against your lips-half relief, half terror-and then she was kissing you back, clumsy and desperate. When you pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her lips bitten red. “We’re dating,” you told her, wiping a smear of syrup off her chin.
The waitress dropped the check with a pointed cough. Thalia flipped her off without looking, but her fingers tangled with yours under the table, holding on like she’d never let go.
Outside, the sun was too bright. Thalia squinted against it, her free hand shoved deep in her pocket. “So,” she said, kicking a pebble. “What now?”
You squeezed her hand. “Whatever you want.”
She looked at you-really looked-and for the first time, she didn’t hide the hope in her eyes. “Everything,” she said. Simple. Fact.
Summary: Thalia actually gets hurt after riding Apollo's car, the important part its where that leads
Warnings: nothing too heavy, oc is thought to be a cis girl, lesbians, friendship i guess, like i said nothing / nothing was proofread, and probably has a lot of errors, i dont respect the english language enough to care at a deep level.
Shit..what-"
My eyes were blurry, i could feel it was laying down on a bed, feel the light reaching my eyes, but i couldnt feel the familiar warmth of my jacket, i tried stabilizing myself, but all i saw was a orange shade where my black clothes should be.
"Oh great, youre awake should we call annabeth for you?" - She looked at him, a blonde boy she was sure was Apollo's kid, then her mind went back to her clothes, and she must have had the most disgusted expression because he noticed - "we didnt took your clothes, bella did, she volunteers here sometimes, said she was sure you wouldnt be comfortable with any boys dealing with your while you were out, i can see she was right, well she cleaned them for you real quick, aphrodite kids and their little miracles, right?....its Arabella Ament you can find her at the cabin this time of day"
And she did went find her, a few minutes after when she got a hold of herself, well that crash with the Sun car really did crashed her.
Thalia did not liked camp, and was sure of that, when she was first in camp, after waking up from several years of being used even in death the adaptation wasnt what was expected, it was just so confusing being there, older than the rest, but younger than she should be, her little Annabeth was her age, Luke was a traitor, children were abandoned there and different from all the others she was already claimed before she stepped foot in front of Zeus cabin.
Speaking of wich, she didnt spend many days there before she fled, but when she was in camp the routine was simple: cabin all day, go out to eat, go back, go out to eat, go back to sleep.
A very antisocial demigod, she couldnt explain that to a soul, and now she knew very little people, maybe thats why she was a little nervous standing at the door of Aphrodite's cabin.
It was far more beautiful than the infirmary that she can afirm, it smelled nice, even standing there felt like peace, so she knocked.
Once
She heard music
Twice
A faint voice singing it
Three times
She lost patient and opened the door for herself
Thalia never been there, so she couldnt describe what a "normal" vision of the inside of the cabin would've been like, but the image that was in fact seen did not looked wrong at all
A teenager girl, laying on one of the many beds inside the cabin, one of her legs supported high by the wall, her dark long hair touching the ground as her head was out of the bed, facing her upside down, her shirt slightly lifted, Thalia could see her ribcage, moving softly with each breath, her eyes barely closed as she singed almost as a whisper with the music of a little cd player
"Au feu
C'était de l'or, tu sais
C'était comme de l'or notre histoire
Et si jamais
Si je m'en sors à peu près"
Ah.. french, Annabeth had mentioned it once, Aphrodite's kids know the language of love, one of the most normal things she learned at camp
"Ahem..hi, i was looking for a Arabella, im-"
"Thalia, i know.. its very hard for a big three kid to go unnoticed, here or anywhere for that matter, im Arabella, call me bella, everyone does"
Just now bella was openning her eyes, but didnt made a single effort to move.
The Zeus child would find out that even though they were charmin, Aphrodite's kids didn't usually made you stop in tracks, let alone someone so confident as her.
"So... my clothes, i heard they are with you"
Arabella never even made a mention of getting her clothes back, she just switched how she was laying down, she was now with her belly on the matress, both hands suporting her face, now she was looking a Thalia, really looking, with those deep eyes that made a conection with her soul.
"They are, i dont judge you for coming after them so quick, this orange mess really does nothing for anyone, we've been begging for the color change for years, no one really listened, relax im not keeping your outfit hostage i just...its a great oportunity.."
"Oportunity? What do you mean"
Arabella smirked, patting the bed next to her
"We know nothing about you, and the whole camp is made of very curious people, we dont want your deepest secrets or anything, we just want to know you... who is Thalia Grace?"
"Oh thats rubish"
She took a sit, hearing the girl laugh
"We are like a family here, we ARE family here, and you barely came out of your cabin, didnt take any classes, didnt talk, thats the first time im hearing you...you have an accent, thats nice, its one thing we know about you"
Bella looked at her, smilling soflty, and Thalia did too
"Im 16, i guess"
It was one fact Thalia was willing to share, a New discovery that Apollo had made for her
"Same as me then, and older than your cousin... ive heard youre not very found of him, proceed?"
The Zeus kid layed on her back on the bed, familial matters werent always her type of talk
"Its not that i hate him, its just that he is- i dont know"
"Percy, hes percy...thats a lot, but hes great, a great guy if thats what bothers you, we make sure to keep him humble, hes cool enough to have a bond with, be family"
"Hes too much like me.. stubborn, cant keep quiet, cant stand still, cant hold his tongue, im enough by myself, i cant do this, i cant have a clone"
They looked at each other, as if they were studying the other, bella chose to say
"I dont think of you like that, youre still, youre here, talking, being patient with me even though i basically stole your things, i think you can do great..Thalia Grace"
Arabella tasted the name on her tongue, like the first stroke of a brush on empty canvas
"Im oficially your first camp friend, cant say no, we are locked"
The determined look made Thalia giggle slightly, if that was set, then..
"Ok then love, tell me something about yourself, make me know you too"
Boo-hoo this was shit, but Thalia moved me beyond shame
Anyways, happy holidays!!
Its still xmas here, so take it as a gift, and even if you dont like it, smile and be polite!! (Or dont, be a rebel, missed yall)
