Complicated | Kit Tanthalos x fem!reader
Pairings: Kit x reader (forbidden love)
Type of fic: Fluff, Angst, Half-good end
Settings: Percy Jackson universe
Summary: When you come to camp Half-Blood to seek help for one of your “companions” you see Kit there… again.
Ps: This is much shorter than expected, sorry
The Huntresses of Artemis rarely lingered anywhere for long, but the injury one of them had sustained left no other choice. Camp Half-Blood offered safety and healing, and while most of the Huntresses preferred the wilds over the confines of a camp, necessity overruled preference.
You kept close to your injured sister as the Huntresses were introduced to the campers. Despite your composed demeanor, the environment felt foreign after years of being on the move. Familiar faces from your time as a camper glanced your way, but it wasn’t until you saw Kit Tanthalos standing by the Ares cabin that you felt the ground tilt beneath you.
Kit smirked when she noticed you. “Didn’t think I’d see you again, Huntress.”
You tried to match her nonchalance. “We’re just passing through.”
But the way her gaze lingered on you told a different story.
Chiron had assigned several campers to guide the Huntresses during their stay, and fate—or the gods, perhaps—had paired you with Kit.
“So, where do you want to start?” Kit asked as the two of you walked away from the campfire one evening.
“I think I know my way around,” you said with a faint smile.
“Maybe, but it’s my job to show you anyway,” Kit replied, a teasing edge to her voice.
The truth was, you didn’t need a guide. You knew the camp as well as she did. But Kit’s company was a comfort, even if it came with complications. You’d grown up together here, once inseparable. Then you’d left to join Artemis, trading the camp—and Kit—for a new life.
Kit had always been in love with you. She didn’t need ambrosia to admit that much to herself. But she also knew what you’d sacrificed to become a Huntress, and she wasn’t about to ruin it for you.
So instead, she teased, joked, and kept her feelings locked away, even as your laughter and the way your hand brushed hers threatened to undo her resolve.
Over the next few weeks, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Kit showed you the newest additions to camp and reminisced about old memories. At times, she caught herself staring too long when you spoke, her chest aching with the weight of words she couldn’t say.
For your part, being around Kit again brought back emotions you thought you’d buried. Her presence was intoxicating, her smile disarming. But you couldn’t let yourself think beyond the boundaries of your oath.
One evening, as you sat together near the canoe lake, Kit’s voice broke the stillness. “Do you ever miss it? Camp, I mean.”
You hesitated, then nodded. “Sometimes. But the Huntresses… they’re my family now.”
Kit nodded, her jaw tightening. “Right. Makes sense.”
The silence stretched, heavy with the things neither of you could say.
When the time finally came for the Huntresses to leave, the camp gathered to bid them farewell. You stood at the edge of the forest, your pack slung over your shoulder, watching as your sisters prepared to depart.
Kit approached you, her expression unreadable.
“I guess this is it,” she said softly.
You nodded, unable to meet her eyes. “Yeah.”
She stepped closer, her voice dropping. “Take care of yourself out there, okay?”
Without thinking, you pulled her into a hug. Kit’s arms wrapped around you tightly, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to sink into the comfort of her warmth.
When you pulled back, there was a hint of something in her eyes—grief, maybe, or longing.
“Goodbye, Kit,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Goodbye,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.
And then you turned, walking back toward the Huntresses. Kit watched until you disappeared into the trees, her heart aching with every step you took away from her.
She’d always known you’d leave. And she’d always known she’d let you.
