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Eddie Brock x spider girl reader

Biggest plot twist in the end

Eddie was in the store trying to find some chocolate for Venom as he kept feeling like he was being watched by the shadows above the building he didn't pay attention that much. After he finished paying he went home as venom sensed the Shadow figure watching them. The girl remained in the shadow as she soon left.

As Eddie walked down the streets, he felt a shiver run down his spine, looking around. “What’s wrong?” He asked the symbiote out loud. Venom’s voice echoed.

“There is something watching us. I can sense them in the shadows.” Eddie looked around. He knew there were no threats around. Venom was just spooked. The pair arrived in Eddie’s apartment, setting his bag of groceries down on the table, his gaze shifting to the open window.

As paranoia began to set in, he shook his head, rubbing his temples. ”Calm down,” Venom spoke in his head, “Nobody is there.” “Don’t say that,” Eddie responded, moving to the window. He could’ve sworn someone was there earlier.

He peered out into the dark alleyway, his eyes darting from corner to corner. Nothing. Maybe Venom was just paranoid? Eddie shut the window and pulled the curtains shut and locked it. He returned to the kitchen, sitting down at the table. But the thought of being watched lingered in the back of his mind.

As Eddie ate his dinner, his thoughts were consumed by the thought of being watched. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was out there, lurking in the shadows. Venom tried to reassure him, saying that there was nothing out there, but Eddie couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

After a while, Eddie got up and walked over to the window. He slowly pulled the curtains back, peering out into the darkness. Nothing. He sighed, shaking his head. He was just being paranoid.

”You’re seeing things, Eddie. There’s nobody out there.” Venom’s voice echoed in his head, but Eddie ignored him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

He pulled the curtains shut and locked the window, determined not to let paranoia get the better of him. He returned to the table and finished his dinner, but the discomfort remained. It was going to be a long night.

Hours passed, and Eddie was sitting on his couch, attempting to watch a movie. The sound of cars passing outside the window only made him more paranoid. He kept glancing over at the covered window, feeling like there were eyes on him. Venom was growing irritated. ”Stop this.” “I can’t help it,” Eddie replied, his gaze glued to the window. ”Focus on something else.”

As a cough breaks the silence it was spider girl? Or whatever her name was thought Eddie her spider costume was a black and purple suit trimmed with purple lines, the black purple spider symbol on her chest.

Eddie turned in surprise, eyes widening as he saw you. How did you get in? ”What is that?” Venom questioned. ”A female…” ”I can see that for myself,” Eddie replied in his head. His gaze shifted from your figure to your costume. Your identity might be hidden, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that you looked familiar.

The spider girl finished her biscuit "you should have kept your windows close" she shrugs. Eddie rose from the couch, his expression stern. “How did you get in here?” Venom’s voice echoed in his head. "I don’t like this. Can I eat her?" ”Behave,” Eddie responded, trying to ignore the symbiote’s constant hunger.

The spider girl watches his moves "Eddie Brock right? The journalist right?" She sits on the couch. Eddie nodded, his gaze fixated on you. “That’s me. And who are you?" Venom’s voice sounded agitated in his head. “Let me eat her.” Eddie gritted his teeth. “Shut up,” he muttered, only loud enough for himself to hear.

The spider girl stays quiet "you used to date my mother back in highschool Eddie, Priscilla Rubio was her name..I'm giving myself out I guess" she chuckles and takes her mask off she was only a kid not older than 17 she was like between 15-16.

Eddie’s eyes widened at the sight of your face. It was like looking at a younger version of Priscilla. He couldn’t believe it. “Priscilla had a kid? And…you’re…” he trailed off, struggling to process this information. Venom was just as shocked. “She’s a kid?"

She nod "yeah she did, she's a police officer now she reached her dreams I guess..." She shrugs "i came to find you, since 15 years ago you were with my mother and left unexpectedly.."

Eddie sat down on the armchair across from you, running a hand through his hair. “It’s a long story.” He avoided your gaze, the guilt from leaving Priscilla all those years ago resurfacing. Venom was curiously observing the conversation. “This is getting interesting.”

She stares at him "sounds like it" she looks away from him to stare at the outside "she doesn't know what I am..." Eddie followed your gaze, his expression softening. “She doesn’t know?” he echoed, feeling a mix of surprise and concern. ”We could eat her,”.Venom suggested. ”No,” Eddie mentally snapped back.

Eddie sighed, trying to push the symbiote’s thoughts away. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on you. “you should be home, kid. It’s not safe for you to be out there alone… especially dressed like that.” She signs "the city needs me...they need their spider girl..." She looks at him "but you can call me Nyx since it matches me" she shrugs.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, trying to process this. “Nyx, huh?” Venom perked up. “I like this one.” Eddie shot a mental glare at the symbiote. “Not now.” Eddie ran a hand through his hair. “The city needs you, huh? That’s quite the responsibility for a kid.” His expression darkened. “It’s a dangerous world out there. I’ve seen firsthand what sort of danger it holds.”

She nod "i better get going...d.." she stops herself as she jumps off the window swinging away. Eddie watches as you swing away, his expression conflicted. Venom’s thoughts echoed in his mind. “She’s strong. I like that.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s not safe for her,” he muttered, staring out into the night. She perched on top of a rooftop, catching her breath. She had been patrolling the city for hours, dealing with small-time criminals and helping people wherever she could.

Her mind kept drifting back to her conversation with Eddie. He had seemed so different from what her mother had told her about him. She sat down "he's my dad...why doesn't he know me?" She whispers to herself.

You sat in silence, the city lights twinkling below her. She felt a pang of sadness, knowing that Eddie had no idea she was his daughter. "I wish you knew," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart ached with the weight of the secret she was carrying.

She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts aside. She couldn't dwell on it now; she had work to do. With a deep breath, she stood up, ready to continue her patrol. But no matter how many thieves and thugs she took down, her mind always returned to Eddie.

Part two?

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The Winchester brothers x vampire reader

Mention of Interview with the Vampire 1994!

Warning: Dean being a dick head

Summary: you were in a band that was famous you played the guitar or sometimes sang with your brothers one played the drums while the other played the guitar and was the leader.

"Just give her time," Sam whispers, his voice barely audible. "She'll come to us when she's ready." "Time?" Dean hisses back, his voice tinged with frustration. "We've been standing here for ages, and she hasn't even looked our way. This is getting ridiculous. how would we even know to comfort a creature like her?" he didn't hesitate to call her a creature.

Sam sighs, recognizing the challenge in Dean's words. "She's not just a 'creature', Dean," he whispers back, his expression hardening. "She's a person, just like us. And people need time to process their pain, especially something as big as what she's going through."

Dean scoffs, the skepticism in his voice evident. "Yeah, but she's not exactly your average person, is she? She's a vampire, for god's sake. Who knows what her needs and emotions are like."

Sam closes his eyes, trying to keep his temper in check. "Maybe, but that doesn't make her feelings any less real. We've hunted creatures for years, Dean. We know they have minds, emotions, just like humans do. So don't write her off just because she's different."

Dean rubs a hand over his face, his frustration evident. "Fine, I'm not writing her off. But it doesn't change the fact that we suck at this whole emotional support thing, Sam. What are we supposed to say, 'Oh, sorry you haven't been human for centuries'?"

Sam lets out a huff of air. "It's not about finding the perfect words, Dean. It's about being there, listening, showing that we care. We've been through our own share of pain and hardship. Maybe we can relate more than we think."

"Well, isn't that heartwarming," Dean retorts sarcastically. "You think a couple of tragic childhoods make us qualified therapists now?"

"No, I'm not saying that," Sam responds, his patience fraying. "But we've been through pain and loss, just like she has. Maybe we can use that to connect with her, understand what she's going through."

"Connect with her?" Dean throws up his hands in frustration. "She's a vampire, Sam. A dangerous, blood-sucking creature. Do you really think she's interested in connecting with us? get it in your head Sam she's not a living thing but a creature of the dark who would have snap out necks by now if she wanted"

"And there it is again," Sam replies, his voice rising slightly "That prejudice and judgement. She hasn't hurt us, Dean. In fact, she's helped us, saved us more than once. You can't just label her as a mindless monster."

"I don't care about how she's helped us, Sam. I'm just pointing out the obvious," Dean snaps back. "We're hunters. We hunt creatures like her, monsters, not have emotional support group sessions with them."

"She's not like the other monsters we've hunted, Dean," Sam insists, his voice hardening. "We know her. We've fought alongside her. We've seen she has a conscience, feelings, just like us."

"Oh, right," Dean scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "A vampire with feelings. Real scary stuff. What, is she gonna start reciting poetry next?"

"Shut up, Dean," Sam shoots back, his irritation flaring up. "You're just being difficult for the sake of it. You can't see past your preconceptions and biases."

"And you're being too soft," Dean retorts, his gaze narrowing. "This is the monster business, Sam. We're supposed to hunt, not cuddle up and share feelings."

"It doesn't have to be one or the other, Dean," Sam counters, his voice firm. "We can be hunters and still have empathy for others. You're just too stubborn to see it."

"Oh, yeah, I'm the stubborn one," Dean rolls his eyes, his sarcasm turning into anger. "I'm not the one who's gone all bleeding heart over a bloodsucking creature."

Sam steps closer to him. "She's not just a bloodsucking creature, Dean. She's a person, and she deserves our respect and understanding, not your mockery and judgement."

Dean sneers, his face hardening. "Yeah, well, my respect is reserved for humans, not creatures like her. I'm not gonna waste my time on something that doesn't even have a soul."

"And you've drunk the damn Kool-Aid, Sam," Dean retorts, his voice rising to match Sam's. "You've gone all 'hug a monster' on me. Next thing I know, you'll be inviting her to sleepover on our motel rooms."

Sam takes a step forward, his patience snapping. "Don't be ridiculous, Dean," he retorts, his voice sharp. "I'm not saying we should treat her like a best friend. I'm saying we should treat her with some damn respect and understanding, considering the fact that she's helped us more than once, and not once has she thought to turn on us."

"Oh, wow, what a glowing endorsement," Dean mocks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "She hasn't tried to kill us yet. What a saint. Maybe we should give her a thank you card."

"That's not the point, Dean, and you know it," Sam retorts, his voice hardening. "The point is, she's saved us, she's fought alongside us, and she's been nothing but loyal to us. Yet, you're still treating her like she's just another monster to be hunted down and killed. We don't even know her backstory yet or what happened to her"

"Who cares about her backstory?" Dean shoots back, his expression hardening. "She's a vampire, Sam. She's probably got a long list of victims under her belt. It doesn't matter if she's helped us or not. She's still a creature of the night, a bloodsucker."

"That doesn't make her a bad person," Sam counters, his voice steady. "Just because she's a vampire, it doesn't automatically make her evil. She's clearly shown compassion and decency. There's obviously more to her than what you're willing to see."

"And you're just willing to overlook all that because she's batted her eyelashes at you a few times," Dean retorts, his comment clearly meant to wound Sam.

Sam's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing. "This has nothing to do with any of that. I just refuse to write off someone because of what they are, especially when they've proven time and time again that they're not a one-dimensional monster."

"Well, aren't you just the epitome of open-mindedness," Dean sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I should tell you to start a charity for monster rehab next."

"You're being a jerk, Dean," Sam snaps back, his irritation clearly showing. "You can't even see past the fact that she's a vampire to appreciate the good things she's done for us. That's just sad and narrow-minded."

"Oh, so now I'm the jerk for not fawning over a vampire?" Dean retorts, his anger starting to boil over. "Sorry I've got my priorities straight, Sam. We're hunters, remember? Our job is to gank monsters, not make friends with them."

"Yeah, I remember, Dean. I just thought you'd have evolved enough to understand the complexity of the world by now," Sam shoots back, his own frustration bleeding into his tone. "But I guess I overestimated you. You're just content with categorising everything into black and white, good and evil."

"And you've gone soft," Dean fires back, his voice rising. "You've lost sight of what this job is about. It's not about playing nice with the monsters. It's about protecting people, saving lives. And sometimes, that means putting a bullet between the eyes of a bloodsucker."

"And what if the bloodsucker happens to be a good person?" Sam counters, his tone challenging. "What if they're just a victim of circumstance, just like you and me? Ever think about that, Dean?"

"Yeah, because that's common," Dean retorts sarcastically. "Vampires with a heart of gold. They just go around sucking blood for the hell of it and have a conscience. Give me a break, Sam."

"I'm not saying it's common, Dean. But it's not impossible," Sam responds, his voice calm. "You can't just lump all vampires into one category. They're not all mindless killing machines. Some of them are trapped in the cursed life they never asked for."

Dean rolls his eyes, clearly not convinced. "Oh, so now you're a vampire sympathiser? What's next, a petition to save the damn creatures?"

"No, of course not," Sam replies, his exasperation growing. "But I'm willing to consider the possibility that they're not all evil. Isn't it worth giving them a chance, at least? Or are you just scared of changing your close-minded views?"

"Scared? Me?" Dean scoffs. "Yeah, right. I just happen to think you're being an naive idiot, running around trying to play therapist to every monster we come across."

"It's called empathy, Dean," Sam snipes back. "You should try it sometime. Maybe it'll help you see beyond your narrow perspective." (AHH HE ATE THAT LIKE ALWAYS)

Dean lets out a bitter laugh. "Empathy? For monsters? Yeah, sure, Sam. And I'll just go ahead and join the Monster Fan Club while I'm at it, shall I?"

"Oh, grow up, Dean," Sam retorts, his irritation flaring. "The world isn't black and white. You can't just label everything as good or evil. There's so much complexity and nuance that you refuse to acknowledge."

"Nuance? Complexity? You're talking about monsters, Sam. Not people," Dean argues. "They're creatures that feed off people, that kill innocent people. And let's not forget they have no souls. Sorry if I'm a bit sceptical of their so-called goodness."

"And you think having no soul automatically makes them evil?" Sam presses. "Maybe it's time you broadened your thinking, Dean. Just because they don't have souls, doesn't mean they can't have complex emotions or moral codes. They may not have human souls, but they can still act in ways that reflect virtues like compassion or loyalty."

"Oh, please," Dean scoffs. "Compassion and loyalty? From a bunch of blood-thirsty monsters? I've yet to see a vampire go around doing good deeds just for the hell of it. They're predators, Sam. They don't care about anything except feeding and surviving."

"And you're so sure about that, huh?" Sam challenges. "Because you've met every single vampire in existence, right? Or is it just your convenient excuse to label them all as evil and not feel guilty about killing them?"

"I don't need to meet every damn vampire to know what they're like," Dean retorts. "We've hunted them for years, Sam. We know their nature. They're not like us, they're not humans. They're monsters, plain and simple."

Sam takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "And you're not willing to consider the possibility that there might be exceptions? That not all vampires are mindless killers?"

"Exceptions? Sure, there might be a few," Dean relents, reluctantly. "But they're not the rule, Sam. The vast majority of vampires we've encountered have been just as ruthless and blood-thirsty as they come. The few "exceptions" don't change that."

"But they should still count for something, Dean," Sam replies. "You can't just ignore the existence of the ones who are trying to do good, just because most of them are evil. It's not fair to lump them all into the same category."

"Not fair?" Dean's gaze hardening. "Since when is hunting fair? It's not about being fair. It's about keeping innocent people safe from the monsters that threaten their existence. It's about making sure the good guys, the humans, survive. The vampires can fend for themselves."

"That's just it, Dean," Sam retorts, his voice rising. "We're not the good guys in their eyes. We're the hunters. We're the ones who come after them, trying to kill them with no remorse. Maybe if you could see things from their perspective, you'd understand that they're just trying to survive too."

"Oh, now you're playing devils advocate for the monsters?" Dean huffs. "Do you hear yourself, Sam? You're trying to justify their actions, like they're just misunderstood creatures fighting for survival."

"I'm not justifying anything, Dean," Sam counters, trying to keep his tone level. "I'm just trying to get you to see that their actions aren't black and white. It's easy for us to pass judgement, but we have no idea what they've been through, what they've had to do to survive."

"They're not worth our sympathy, Sam," Dean's voice hard. "They're monsters, plain and simple. They feed on innocent people, leave broken families and shattered lives in their wake. They're not misunderstood, they're not victims, they're predators. And they deserve to be put down."

Sam and Dean's argument continued to escalate, their voices growing louder and more heated with each passing moment. The tension in the air was palpable, the two brothers locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to back down.

"You're just stubborn, Dean. You think you're always right, that your way is the only way," Sam shot back, his voice raising as his frustration mounted. Dean let out a scoff, his irritation evident. "And you're too soft, Sammy. You let your emotions cloud your judgement, make you doubt yourself."

You who had been standing quietly nearby, could hear every word of the heated exchange between the brothers. Your keen hearing picked up their every word, the tension and emotion palpable in their voices.

You had seen the brothers argue before, but there was something about this argument that made your unusually concerned. Perhaps it was the intensity of their words, or the way their voices echoed in the space around them, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of worry in your chest.

As you listened to Sam arguing in her defense, she felt a mix of emotions wash over you. On one hand, you were touched by his words, his willingness to see past your vampiric nature and recognize that there was more to you than just a killer. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing that you had caused this argument and put Sam in the middle.

You had never meant to cause a rift between the brothers, but it seemed that your presence had unwittingly become a source of tension between them. As you watched their argument continue, you found yourself torn between the desire to intervene and the fear of making things worse.

Despite your inner conflict, you found yourself unable to stay silent any longer. The argument between the brothers was getting too heated, and you couldn't just stand idly by and watch them tear each other apart. With a deep breath, you stepped forward.

"I never wanted to be turned into a vampire. I was 16 in the mid century, I was quite lovely back then I had a band with my brothers one played the drums and one sang and I played the guitar. Everything was great we had glory, fame everything kids could ask for...but I wanted a childhood also my father was a rockstar back in his time..I was turned into a vampire one night and taken away and this pair of men called me their daughter while there was a small girl with them who looked like a very lovely doll I must say...I had a family once again. But they were different " you say not making eye contact.

Dean and Sam quieted down, surprised by your sudden interruption. Their argument was forgotten, at least for the moment, as they turned their attention to you, listening intently to your story.

"I loved playing that guitar but with my new family I was more like a doll I felt like a child once again they dressed me like one they curled my hair into one I liked I mostly...but I felt different from others my pale skin and my red eyes, I missed being human but I was no longer one centuries passed I forgot what it meant to be one until I found you both. I know you don't trust me Dean but I wish for you to understand I would never harm you nor Sam" you looks at them "you have my word, and I never break it"

Dean's initial skepticism and anger faded as he listened to Anlie's story. Her words held a note of sincerity that he couldn't ignore, and he found himself being touched by her tragic tale of being turned against her will and losing her own life. But he still remained cautious, his hunter instincts cautioning him to be wary of the vampire, despite her seemingly innocent demeanor.

Sam, on the other hand, felt a strong surge of empathy for Anlie. He could see the pain and longing in her eyes, and he believed every word she said. He didn't understand why Dean was so resistant to the idea of trusting her.

"I...I know I don't have what it takes to be a kid once again but I would never harm anyone I only drink animal blood" you say being honest

Dean raised an eyebrow at her claim, his skepticism still evident. "And we're just supposed to take your word for it? How do we know you're not just saying that to get us to lower our guard?"

You look at him "I'm just a kid, probably haven't been one after being stuck as an immortal vampire...but I have feelings I think" she says confused.

Something in her words struck a chord with Dean, his expression softening just a bit. He could see the innocence in her eyes, a quality that was at odds with the image of a vicious monster that had been ingrained in his mind.

Sam noticed the slight change in Dean's demeanor, sensing that his brother's hardened stance was beginning to soften. He shot Dean a subtle look, silently encouraging him to give Anlie a chance.

Dean let out a reluctant sigh, his resistance slowly wearing down. "Alright, let's say we believe you for a moment. But how do we know you won't snap someday and go on a killing spree?" You smile "pinky promise I won't!" You put your pale pinky out.

Dean couldn't help but be a little taken aback by the childish gesture. He stared at you for a moment, uncertain how to respond. But eventually, he let out a resigned sigh and held up his own pinky. "Fine, pinky promise," he grumbled.

Sam hid a small smile, quietly pleased with the progress that was being made. He knew that it would take time for Dean to fully trust you, but he believed that deep down, you were trustworthy and deserving of a chance.

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I don't know about you all but the parallel between Star Wars and Percy Jackson like Luke is Anakin and Percy is obi wan like tell me you don't see it

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I don't know if you'll all like it but can you go read my story on Wattpad it's okay if you don't my username is eclipzefanfic. It'll mean a lot of you guys go and read it

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The fanfic is already published! Go read it I hope you enjoy it

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People: Jason is dead he isn't-

Me: LIES! HE IS ALIVE I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY!" I yell as the nurses took me back to the white room

MEANWHILE IN THE WHITE ROOM "they don't believe me... he's alive.." I rock myself on the floor

Sorry guys I haven't been posting I been dealing with school stress to much work 😭

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Guys in your honest opinion should I read Percy Jackson? The complete series? I only watched the movies please no hate😭🙏🏻

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Something you love never lasts

Logan howlett x reader

Warning: mention of death, reader can shape shift, experiment

You and Logan were in your shared room after a pleasurable night together. Like always he went rough enough to make you fall asleep after they were done. Every time they did it she used her mutant self to annoy him but mostly he loved and I mean loves your natural self her skin was light purple soft like feathers but it was serpentine type.

Her hair was moonlight white, she had pearls on herself and a red necklace around her neck. She had pearls as a crown and over her waist, having scaly skin and reptilian eyes that were lavender color. She was an odd creature different from others a unique one. Logan loved when she used her nails to scratch him during their session it turned him on he would never admit it.

She was everything to him she was his world. Maybe he was gonna have peace with her for once. Every morning he woke up just to stare at her beauty like if she was sent from the heavens above. He reached for his cigar that was on the bedside table. Tonight laying alone on the right side of the bed was cold.

She was taken from him too fast. He could hear her beg, her screams it still haunted him seeing the woman he loved getting murdered right in his eyes by Victor who he thought was his brother. He had ripped her throat letting her fall. Logan hated to remember that he wanted to erase that memory but she always brought his soft side out.

Logan kept smoking his cigar and he looked over to her side. The only thing he kept from her was her picture that she had taken and her pearls her shiny pearls that she loved to talk about she had nothing in her mouth but her pearls.

He could remember what William Stryker had said before Victor had ripped your throat. His words still echo in his mind "she was just an experiment, Logan a mutant with no purpose to live, she is a different species than the rest of your kind." He said while standing near Victor who still had his claws near your throat you felt tears coming out as you stare at Logan who was far from you with his claws ready to attack.

That's when Logan woke up, he woke up gasping for air as sweat covered his forehead. He still had those nightmares about you. his eyes still half shut, he reached for his cigar. His hands reached out to the bedside table. He looked over your side of the bed finding it cold he remembered everything about your face.

Your smile that would light up his day, hearing you talk about your precious pearls he loved hearing you talk about your pearls. You were special to him since the day you both met. He loved everything about you both your human and creature form he didn't care what form you were he loved you no matter what.

And now he has lost everything he loved and cherished. The woman of his dreams, the mother of his children everything. He wanted to make William and Victor suffer for what they did to you. All of his dreams all of his hopes were killed off when he saw you hit the floor with your blood coming out.

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People: Luke is dead, he was a traitor he betrayed-

Me: "HE'S INNOCENT! HE WAS A VICTIM! HE IS ALIVE" I scream as the nurses took me in the mental room

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Am I traitor? Like him

Luke Castellan x Daughter Of Apollo

Warning: Mention of Luke, absent father but loving at the same time and plot twist near the end

You stay quiet "the usual monsters come and go.. leaving me near death and almost visiting hades.." she looks at her father watching him carefully. Apollo face darkens when you explain that the monsters left you nearly dying and so close to visiting Hades, he could feel anger beginning to rise. He grits his teeth and his eyes almost have a literal fire to them. "Of course..of course monsters came after you..."

You smiles "it's fine...I guess that's a demigod life" she stays quiet "I went out to seek your approval to make sure y'know I existed.." His frown lessened and was replaced with a sad smile, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "Ah.. my little nightingale. You don't need to go through all that just for my approval, I've never doubted your existence not even once. Sure, you may not be one of my demigods, but you're still my daughter.. and nothing you do will change that.."

He lightly squeezes her shoulder, keeping her close to him. He gently lifts her chin up to look her in the eye. "I'm being serious, little birdie. I don't need you to perform some impossible task for my approval or love, I've never doubted your existence. If you ever need to be reminded of that, just come and find me, understand?"

You looks away "yeah...I did seek for your approval to be claimed..." He sighs and tilts his head, he gently places his hand on her cheek, cupping it and turning her head back to look at him. "You should know at this stage that the only reason I haven't claimed you was to keep you safe from the other Olympians.. not because I didn't want you. Hell, you're my favorite of the Muses.. I wanted to make you my own. I wanted to boast and show you off all over Olympus. I wanted to claim you, damn it.."

You look at him "why are my half siblings claimed then" she said with a hint of envy. He sighs and gently rubs his thumb against her cheek, trying to comfort her. He looks towards the sky for a few seconds, then looks back at her, guilt clear in his eyes. "That's.. different. Your half-siblings were born in the right place, in the right time.. you.. you were born in neither of those. You were born at the wrong time and in the wrong place.. do you understand?"

You stay seated on the log and stay quiet "you broke the rules...and came back down and met my mother and then I happened to be born..." Apollo stays quiet for a while, he sighs and closes his eyes, almost as if he was reliving that memory. After a few moments, his eyes open again. "Yes.. that's exactly what happened. I.. I knew the risk, the rules, and still I came down from the heavenly plain despite it being forbidden.. if the other gods and goddesses didn't know of your existence, they'd be calling you an aberration and demanding your death"

He gently pulls you closer, practically cradling her in his arms like she was a small child. He lets go of her chin and moves his hand to her hair, gently running his fingers through it."I know it's unfair and cruel.. but the other Olympians are relentless and harsh. They'd have found you and punished you for being born, simply because I didn't follow their stupid rules. It isn't your fault, little birdie. This.. this was my own doing.."

Apollo changed the subject quickly and he hums and continues gently playing with their hair, a smirk pulling at his lips. He shakes his head a little, amused. "Honestly, you just need to tune out the others. They clearly don't know what they're speaking about. Anyone with half a brain can tell that you're definitely my child.. you look just like me when I was a teenager"

He grins and gently ruffles her hair once again, his smirk widening. He lightly grips a few strands of hair in his hand and lightly tugs, almost like a silent tease. “I mean it though, little birdie. You look almost exactly like me when I was younger. We have the exact same face structure, our hair is the same golden blond color. You’re like a little birdie version of me, my miniature twin.” now you had to hear him talk about him being a teenager which made you get bored.

He grins and pulls her a little closer, wrapping his muscled arms around her shoulders. He gently tucks her head under his chin and chuckles, closing his eyes and relishing in their presence for a moment. “Hell, even some personality traits.. we are both stubborn, quick to temper, and have a knack for acting like damn fools sometimes.. you’ll get stuck with that one from being around me..”

As they spend time talking about everything keeping him caught up with your life you were having a daughter and father bond. you look at him and stay quiet "I think you should head back before you get in trouble.."

He stays quiet for a moment and almost laughs bitterly. Like he'd get more in trouble then he is already. He sighs and squeezes her shoulder lightly, his throat feeling uncomfortably tight, almost as if it was swelling. ".. Yeah.. yeah, probably should. The other Olympians are bound to start questioning my location by now..”

Apollo eyes stay on hers for a few seconds, searching her face. He wanted to stay and comfort her, but he also knew that he had duties to do, duties to fulfill. He didn’t want to keep the other Olympians waiting. He lets out a heavy sigh and his eyes soften. “Alright, little birdie. I’ll head back then.. but.. be careful and stay as safe as you can, okay?” You nod "I will..."

He pauses for a moment, hesitating, before reluctantly turning and starting to walk away, leaving her alone in the field. Every step he took, he felt a pang of reluctance, of guilt and concern. He didn’t want to leave her like this.

He stops walking after a few moments and turns around, looking back at her. He stays silent, watching her quietly for a few moments, before speaking. “Be safe, little birdie. I’ll visit as soon as I can..” He turns back around and continues walking, walking with a bit more reluctance this time as the guilt weighs more heavily on him.

It was around the middle of the day now, and campers were going about their daily routines. Some were training in the arena, some were playing games, and others were simply chatting with friends. The chatter within camp was never-ending. You were in the forest sitting on a log watching the river flow.

The river was flowing peacefully, its water sparkling in the sunlight that managed to break through the thick foliage. The sound of the running water and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a calming ambience. You sigh and close her eyes Nothing was the same....all she wanted was Luke maybe not him probably she wanted her mother's comfort...but she thought about Luke, he was a traitor he was a lost cause maybe.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She opened her eyes and looked around to see who was coming. The footsteps grew louder, and soon a figure came into view. It was a familiar face, one that you recognized all too well.

It was Percy, the demigod hero and son of Poseidon. He walked towards you with a weary expression on his face, clearly drained from whatever mission or task he had been on. Percy takes a seat next to her on the log, letting out a heavy sigh. "Hey" he starts, his voice sounding exhausted. "Mind if I join you?"

You sigh "sure.." Percy sinks down onto the log next to her and glances at her. He can immediately tell something is wrong. "You alright?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. You look at the river "yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?"

Percy quirks an eyebrow, not convinced by her response. "You're sitting here alone in the middle of the woods, staring into the river. That doesn't exactly scream 'alright' to me." You stay quiet "maybe I wanna be alone.." Percy frowns and studies her for a moment, his expression softening. "You sure that's all? You can talk to me, you know. I might not always know how to help, but I'm here for you."

Percy senses her reluctance to open up and decides not to push the issue. He respects her wish for privacy and takes a moment to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the forest. Silence stretches between them for a few minutes as they both sit and listen to the sounds of nature. You sigh "I saw my father..."

Percy turns his head to look at her, his expression sympathetic. "You saw Apollo?" he asks quietly. He frowns slightly and studies her for a moment, sensing that there's more to the story. "And how did that go?" he asks gently, not wanting to pry but also hoping she will open up to him. You stay quiet "it wasn't...what I expected.."

Percy's brow furrows in concern as he looks at her. "What do you mean? Did something happen? Did he say something to you?" You stay quiet "I asked why he didn't claim me and he said...I was born in the wrong time and wrong place..."

Percy's expression softens even more, his heart going out to her. "Oh... I'm sorry," he says softly. "That must have been hard to hear. But you know that doesn't define you, right?" You stay quiet "all of my half siblings were born in the right time and right place except me.."

Percy frowns again, feeling for her. "That doesn't make you any less special or important," he says in a gentle tone. "You're unique. You're exactly who you're meant to be. Just because you were born in the 'wrong place and time' according to your father, doesn't change that." You stay quiet "I was put through hell out there, going to dangerous quests just to get claim yet I wasn't..."

Percy nods solemnly, his expression sympathetic. "I can only imagine. But you know what? You made it here. You survived. And maybe that's because you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." You stay quiet "yeah I do, I know you saw Luke..."

Percy's expression darkens slightly, his jaw clenching. "Yeah, I saw him," he says quietly, his voice filled with bitterness. You look at him "when Luke explained why he planned to take down Olympus, part of it made sense to me..." Percy clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "You mean the part about the gods being neglectful and flawed?" You do know he's a traitor, right? He's working for Kronos."

You look back to the river "I know it made sense to you Percy.." He huffs in frustration, his hands clenching into fists. "Yeah, it made sense. But that doesn't mean he's right. The gods have their flaws, sure, but destroying them and taking over the world isn't the way to fix things." You stay quiet "they neglected us.."

Percy's expression softens slightly, his anger giving way to understanding. "Yeah, they neglect us. They send us on dangerous quests, and they let us deal with problems they created. But that's not an excuse to try and destroy them. They're not all bad, you know." You stay quiet "they are Percy..."

His brow furrows and he shakes his head in disagreement. "No, they're not. They're powerful and flawed, that's for sure. But there are gods who care, who have helped us out when it mattered. Poseidon, Ares, and others... they've all come through for us at times."

Percy lets out a huff. "And even the ones who do try to kill us sometimes... they have their reasons. I'm not excusing their actions, but there's sometimes more to it than we realize." You looks at the river "I have trusted people only to be hurt...Silena is an example, she did me dirty, manipulative me she made me believe her words a child of Aphrodite? I was blinded by her..."

Percy sighs, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, Silena's betrayal was rough. She hurt a lot of people. But that doesn't mean all trust is bad or wrong. There are other people out there who are worthy of your trust." You close your eyes "and now Luke...heck I still love him.."

Percy studies her for a moment, seeing the pain in her eyes. "I know it's hard" he says quietly. "Loving someone who's done wrong is complicated. It's like... like loving a storm. They can be beautiful and dangerous all at once. But sometimes, you have to let go." You open your eyes and look at him "how? I knew everything about him..."

Percy sighs again, his expression understanding yet saddened. "Letting go isn't easy, believe me. It hurts like hell. But sometimes, it's the healthiest thing you can do. Holding on to someone who's hurt you or betrayed you just keeps causing you pain. It's not healthy. It's not good for you." You look away "I knew it....i knew about his plans.." she whispers "I did some things for him, I was blinded by my love for him.."

Percy looks at her, his ears perking up at her admission. "Wait... what do you mean you knew about his plans? And what do you mean you did some things for him?" You keep your eyes closed "I loved him Percy...I really did and that love turned into something that I would do anything.."

Percy frowns as he listens to her, his heart aching for her. "what did you do? Tell me." You open your eyes and stares into the river "I helped him sneak out of camp...I knew about Silena being a traitor and yet I stayed with her because she was my friend and y'know that cost me a lot me and her got our eyes burned.. somehow I'm still alive" you look at him you still had the burn in your left eye causing you to be blind due to the poison burn.

Percy's expression hardens as the realization sets in. "Wait.. you knew all that? You helped Luke escape, knowing he was a traitor? And you didn't say anything? that's... that's messed up. People could've died because of your silence." You let a small sob "I wanted to be loved Percy... everything I did was for love.."

He looks at her with a mixture of sadness and anger. "Love shouldn't blind you like that," he says quietly. "It shouldn't make you do things that could hurt other people. You can't put your own desires before the safety of others."

Percy is taken aback by her outburst, shocked by the revelation but he keeps his composure. "But you have to understand that your actions have consequences. You can't just do whatever you want in the name of love and expect there to be no repercussions. You hurt people. You could've gotten people killed. Do you understand that?"

You stay quiet "I know.." Percy watches her, his expression a mixture of anger and concern. "You know, but do you really understand the gravity of it? You helped a dangerous traitor escape... and you played a role in Silena's betrayal and death. You can't take that back. The damage is done."

Percy takes a deep breath, trying to control his own frustration."I understand loving someone can make you do crazy things, but there are limits. There are lines you can't cross. And you... you crossed them. You need to take responsibility for what you did."

Percy looks at her, his expression firm."You have to face the consequences of your actions. You can't just act like you didn't do anything wrong or that you were acting in the name of love. You made choices, and those choices had consequences. People got hurt, people died. You can't just wash your hands of that."

You look at him "I didn't kill anyone though!" She says trying to defend herself Percy's expression hardens and he scowls. "No, you didn't kill anyone," he says tersely. "But you sure as hell played a part in their deaths. You helped Luke escape, knowing he was a traitor and a danger to camp. You knew about Silena's betrayal and you did nothing. You might not have killed them yourself, but your silence was just as much a death sentence as any weapon."

You look at him and look back to the river "all because I wanted my father to notice me..and all because I liked a boy.. enough to do crazy things" Percy sighs, his anger giving way to a sort of resignation. "Seeking your father's attention and liking a boy... that's not a justification for doing all this. You can't let your desire for love and acceptance override your judgement and moral compass."

Percy gazes at her, his expression a mix of disappointment and concern. "You didn't think about the consequences of your actions, did you? You were so focused on your own desires that you didn't stop to think about the people you were hurting." You close your eyes "you can leave now, I wish to be alone"

Percy looks at her for a moment, his expression conflicted, but he eventually takes a few steps back and begins walking away, leaving her alone by the river. As Percy walks away, he glances back one more time, worried etched on his face. He hopes she'll be alright.

You stare into the river she was a traitor herself maybe? A voice in her head whispers, making her question her own actions. "Maybe you were a traitor too." The voice continues, its words cutting deeper into her soul. "You helped a dangerous enemy escape, allowed the camp to be vulnerable to attack. You're just as much a traitor as Luke is."

Each word, each whisper, feeds her doubts and fills her with guilt. "Your actions were selfish, reckless, and destructive. You endangered the lives of others in pursuit of your own desires. A true betrayal." The voice continues its relentless attack, preying on on her insecurities and mistakes. "You're unworthy, undeserving. They all know it. They all see it. A traitor to the core."

As Luke watches from the shadows, his expression is a mixture of disappointment, anger, and a twisted satisfaction. He had manipulated you, used her love for him and her desire for her father's attention against her. And now, here she was, devastated and alone, consumed by guilt and self-doubt. Luke sneers to himself, relishing in the sight of her suffering. He had convinced her to cross the line, to betray her friends and the camp, all for the sake of their twisted love.

Yet, somewhere deep down, a flicker of remorse tugged at him. He had cared for her, in his own TWISTED way, and seeing her like this pained him on some level. But he quickly pushed that thought aside, reminding himself of the greater goal, the need to bring down Olympus. You look at him "was that enough to make him believe?" She smiles and stands up

Luke's expression hardens as he watches her stand up and face him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes."You put on a good show," he says coldly. "But I know you better than that. You're a wreck inside " you flinches slightly at his words, her smile fading for a moment before she regains her composure.

He steps closer to her, his gaze hardening. "All that guilt and self-doubt you're feeling? That's what they want you to feel. You're letting them get into your head. Stop listening to the voices, start listening to me." You look at him "I am"

Luke's expression softens slightly, his gaze searching hers, trying to gauge her sincerity. "Good," he says, his voice calmer now. "Then listen to me. You're strong. Stronger than you realize. Stronger than them. Stronger than those damn gods."

You nod "do you still wish for me to stay here and keep telling you more Information?" Luke contemplates her question for a moment, his expression calculating. "Yes," he says finally, "I need all the information you can gather. Everything you overhear, every conversation you witness, every detail you can extract. Keep me informed about the camp's movements, their plans, their vulnerabilities."

Luke steps closer to her, standing directly in front of her. "Remember, every piece of information you bring me is a step closer to our ultimate goal. And if you do this, if you stay loyal to me, I promise you'll be rewarded. We'll have everything we ever wanted." Luke smirks, a hint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes. "And when we take down those gods, when we make them suffer like they made us suffer, you'll be right there with me. We'll rule together. Can you handle that?"

You nod "mhm.." Luke grins, satisfied with her response. "Good," he says, his voice firm. "Then we have a deal. You gather information, you report back to me, and you stay loyal to the cause. Understand?" Luke glances around, making sure no one is listening, before leaning closer to her, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "And remember, if you feel any guilt or doubt creeping in, forget about it. The gods don't care about you, Anlie. They never have. I do. They'll abandon you the moment they can. I won't."

He reaches out and gently touches her cheek, his touch cold and calculated. "You're mine. Remember that. No one else will ever truly care for you like I do." His words are a mix of possessiveness and manipulation, designed to further bind her to him and his cause. He knows how to play her emotions, how to make her feel both desired and controlled.

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A Traitor

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Achilles

Warning: Possessive Luke, Tartarus and A sad ending I really don't like giving my characters a happy ending.

You keep your sword up "I never meant to hurt you the gods are my enemy Luke open my eyes.." you had a scar on your upper lip down to your bottom lip, she had scars on her faces due to her surviving her quests but with trauma and scars.

percy looked at you sadly. he didn't say a word as he kept looking. he didn't even care or focus that her sword was pointed at him. he just cared that she was manipulated. he saw the scars on her face. he hated seeing this beautiful girl being hurt..but most of all manipulated..

You look at him and keep your sword up "Percy, you're like a brother to me...the gods just wanna use us as pawns in their games" percy continued to stare at you. he felt a pit in his gut when she said that. they had been best friends. and now she was being manipulated to believe that the olympians were evil. which was not true. but percy let her talk.

he just slowly approached her. "its not true..they never used us..sure zeus can be a pain..but it’s not all bad. the gods aren't evil.." he said softly walking towards her. You look at him and keep your sword up "they do... because of them we are always in danger, Kronos is our only hope.."

percy stopped as she said that. now he looked hurt and confused. “no..he's not. the gods have helped us. you’ve been manipulated. hes not the only hope..” You look at him "my dad left me! I know they always leave but it hurts! You think I wanted to hear those harsh words?! You think I don't know what I did when I murdered three witches that were Hecate witches!"

percy stared at you as you said that. he had no idea what to say..he felt like he had been punched in the gut. he couldn't believe what she had been through..“no..” he said softly. “no i don't think that..i..” he didn't know what to say.

You keep holding your sword up "one of them told me they'll drag me to Tartarus with them." percy listened as you spoke. he felt so bad..he just wanted to fix her. to help her. his heart was breaking listening to her speak. “they were lying..” he said. he took another step closer to her. “please..don't do this..”

You keep your sword up "come on Percy, you know there is a darkness In you too.." percy had to admit she was right. there was some darkness in him. hell, he was the son of poseidon. but he refused to believe that the gods were evil. and her joining kronos and going against olympus..well it crushed him. but he was going to try to figure out a way to fix her.

You look at him "we'll make a new world.." percy just continued to look at her. a pang of hurt was in his chest. “no…i cant join you..” he said softly you look at him "if you're not with me...then you're my enemy" (Yes I got that from Star wars Revenge of the Sith)

percy looked shocked. he looked pained. his voice was shaking as he responded. “n-no..i cant. i love you, we grew up together..” he felt conflicted. he didn't want to fight her. but he couldn't go against olympus. You hold your sword up still ready to attack if you need to.

percy continued to look conflicted and hurt. he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. he couldn't believe what was happening. the person who he had grown up with, his best friend was trying to kill him and was going against olympus. "please.. you're not thinking straight. this isn't you..”

You look at him "Luke opened my eyes...I see this differently" percy continued to look at her. he slowly shook his head. “no. he manipulated you" he said softly. he slowly took another step towards her. his heart was breaking. You keep your sword up "no! He loves me...he loves me" she whispers to herself

percy looked hurt when she said that. he looked down and then looked back up ar her. he continued to approach her. he felt his heart break a bit more when he saw the look in her eyes. he stopped in front of her. he didnt care that the she had a sword up against him. “no..he doesnt.”

You wanted to ignore it but you couldn't, you kept your sword towards his chest. percy’s eyes widened. he realized what you were gonna do. he slowly shook his head. “no…no im not going to fight you..” he said. he stepped back a little. “i refused to fight you I wont do it..”

You stare at him you wanted to strike but that's when you saw an arrow going your direction as you quickly hit the arrow that got thrown "who did you bring?!" percy had watched as you hit the arrow that someone had thrown at him. he looked confused. “i didn’t bring anyone-“ he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him.

he had turned around to see who it was. he recognized it immediately. it was annabeth. annabeth looked shocked to see you. percy felt his heart drop. You stay quiet as you lower your sword "Annabeth..." You hated when you were doing you felt weak but you couldn't bear to stare at her. You had taught her everything you know since she arrived you had taken her under your wing.

Annabeth looked shocked and hurt to see you. she also looked a bit angry. "I heard everything..." She says while holding her sword. You hold your sword tightly. Percy felt pain seeing Annabeth's face. he hated this. he couldn't believe what was happening. he turned back around to face you. he looked at her sadly. “why are you doing this..?”

You step back "Kronos is bringing peace...the gods are our enemy.." Percy continued to look at her, his heart breaking at her words. “no…he's not. the olympians aren't the enemy. he’s manipulating you..” he said. he wanted her to stop. You look at him "no, he's given me protection... he's our hope"

Percy looked at her sadly. his heart broke. “he’s not protecting you…he’s using you..” he said. pain was in his voice. he didn't know what else to say. You stay quiet and run off and disappear in the mirror. as she disappeared percy watched silently. he felt helpless. “no…” he whispered. he was devastated. he could only watch as she left.

He didn’t move for a moment. he felt like he had been punched in the gut. he felt broken…after a long moment he finally spoke. “annabeth…” he said softly. his voice quivering. You ran through the camp. the whole time she felt sick. she didn't want to hurt percy and annabeth but she did…she felt as if her mind were clouded. she stopped in her tracks as she heard a voice behind her calling her name. “ah, my dearest”

You turn around. kronos approached her. he stopped behind her. he placed a hand on her shoulder. “how did your meeting with them go?” he asked her. You stay quiet "I guess bad...." kronos’s eyes darkened as he heard her say that he put his hands on her shoulders to turn her around to face him. “why…tell me, why did it go bad?”

You explain what happened. kronos listened to you explain what happened with percy and annabeth. his grip on her shoulders slightly tightened. when she was finished he said “i see…” his tone was cold you stay quiet "what do you want me to do? Throw them off?"

Kronos looked down at her. “you must forget them….i need you to forget them. they will only hold you back from your full potential” he said. his grip on her shoulders became tighter. You look at him "yes sir...you wish me to throw them off?" She says curious

Kronos moved one of his hands from her shoulders to grip her chin. “yes..my dearest, throw them off. you don’t need them. you have me..” he said in a soft tone but it was fake something she didn't seem to notice. You look at him "where? Tartarus?" You said a bit too quickly now you regret to even mention Tartarus. “yes…you’ll drop them off, into Tartarus, where they’ll perish for good” he said in a cold tone.

You look at him "what if...what if they push me off when I'm fighting them?" She says with a hint of fear just the thought about being in Tartarus made her feel sick. kronos looked down at her. “you will not let that happen. you will drop them, and you will not let them turn the tables on you.” he said coldly.

You nod "yes sir..." She said trying to change the subject but she couldn't help but be scared she knew falling into Tartarus was a dangerous move. kronos could sense the fear in her voice. he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “do you trust me?” he asked her.

kronos continued to look at her, waiting for her response. You nod "yes, I trust you" kronos smiled at her response. he placed a hand on the side of her face. “good..” he said as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb.

he slowly pulled his hand away from her cheek and looked at her. “now, if you plan on going through with this, you need to go soon" Kronos said in a firm tone. You nod "yes I'll be going I'll go check on Luke.." she says before leaving. kronos watched as she left. a smirk on his face. “good…” he whispered to himself.

You soon reached where Luke was. her heart was racing, scared to talk to him. she knew the feeling was caused by kronos manipulating her. but it didn’t feel that way to her. she spotted Luke a few feet away and took a breath before walking up to him. she approached him and called out, “Luke..?”

she called his name quietly, hoping to get his attention. Luke finally heard her and looked up. his eyes widened when he saw her standing in front of him, his expression a mix between surprise and concern. he quickly stood up and walked over to her. “you’re back. how did it go?” he asked her, his eyes full of worry as he looked at her, checking for any injuries.

You couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter a bit seeing him worry about her. she took a moment to calm herself before replying, “not great..percy and annabeth are still loyal to the gods” Luke’s expression grew stern as he heard her response. “i see…so they didn’t agree to join us?” he asked, disappointment clear in his voice.

“no..they didn’t” you said. she tried to sound as calm as possible but she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for disappointing Luke. “dammit..” Luke muttered under his breath. he ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. he looked at her, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “did they convince you to join them?” he asked, his tone wary.

You tensed up as he asked her that question. she didn’t want Luke to doubt her, to think she had betrayed there cause. she shook her head hastily. “no..no, of course not..i’m still loyal to you..and kronos” she said trying to convince him. Luke searched for her expression for a moment, trying to discern if she was telling the truth.

Eventually, his tense expression relaxed a bit, and he nodded. “good..” he said, his tone less wary but still cautious. “i’d hate to lose you..” you smiled weakly at his words. she appreciated that he trusted her, but she still felt conflicted. her heart wanted to stay loyal to Luke and kronos, but her mind was a mess.

You stay quiet "he told me, you were manipulating me and that you didn't love me.." Luke's expression darkened as she said those words. he stepped closer to her, anger and hurt in his eyes. "no, that's not true. i would never manipulate you. i love you. you know that, right?"

he held eye contact with her, searching her face for any sign that she doubted his words. he placed a hand on her shoulder, gently running his thumb across her skin. he spoke again, his tone softer but still firm. "remember, i promised i'd always protect you. i'm not just saying that. i mean it. I care about you, deeply."

Luke slowly reached up and grabbed the sides of her face, gently tilting her head so she was looking straight at him. his eyes were filled with a mix of pain, anger, and love. Luke spoke again, his voice quieter but still full of emotion. "please, you have to believe me. i love you, i would never want to hurt you. you're the only one i care about, the only one who matters to me, the only one i love. you need to believe that" You nod "I do.. believe you"

luke smiled faintly at her words. his grip on her face loosened slightly but he kept his hands on her face. his gaze softened a bit. "thank you..i don't want you to doubt me..don't let them put ideas in your head.."

he ran his thumbs along her cheeks, gently caressing her face. he watched her carefully, studying her expression. he knew he had a possessive and controlling side, but he couldn't help it. he loved her deeply and was terrified of losing her.

Luke leaned in slightly, his face just a few inches away from hers. his gaze was intense, filled with love and possessiveness. he wanted to hold her tight, to never let her go. He gently pushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin. his voice was low and tender. "promise me you won't let anyone come between us" he asked softly.

He continued to watch her face, searching for reassurance. he had a desperate look in his eyes, afraid of her answer. he needed her to assure him that she was HIS, only his. You look at him "I promise...and I swear it"

Luke's expression softened as she spoke. he let out a soft sigh of relief and his grip on her face loosened a bit. a small smile appeared on his face. he was happy that she had promised that, that he knew she was his. he slowly pulled his hands away from her face and wrapped his arms around her waist instead.

He pulled her closer to him, hugging her tightly. he buried his face in her hair, holding her close. he mumbled something into her hair, his voice too soft for her to understand.

He stayed like that for a few moments, simply holding her in his arms. he felt relieved that she had reassured him, that she had promised she wouldn't leave. he pulled his face out of her hair and looked down at her, a mixture of love and possessiveness in his eyes. You pull away "I have to get going now.."

Luke frowned slightly as she pulled away. he had wanted to keep her in his arms forever. he looked at her a bit sadly, not wanting her to leave. he reached out and grabbed her arm gently. He spoke up, his tone almost pleading. "do you have to go..right now?" he asked, holding onto her arm, not wanting to let go just yet.

You sigh "I have to, I promise I'll be back" she smiles. Luke looked at her, his expression still sad. he didn't want her to go, but he knew he couldn't stop her. he slowly let go of her arm, reluctantly releasing her. he couldn't help but frown a bit.

He spoke up again, his voice quieter but still sad. "promise you'll come back..please" he pleaded. He looked at her, his eyes filled with worry and love. he needed her to promise she'd come back, that she wouldn't abandon him. he felt vulnerable, scared of being alone without her. You nod "I promise...I won't leave you"

Luke's expression softened at her words, relief filling him. he knew he shouldn't be so clingy, so possessive of her, but he couldn't help it. without her, he felt lost, he felt like he had nothing. he reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it gently, not wanting to let go.

He looked down at her hand in his, a small, sad smile forming on his face. he squeezed her hand gently, savoring the feeling of her skin against his. he knew he was clingy and possessive, but he couldn't help it. he loved her too much, and he needed her more than anything.

He let out a soft, shaky sigh, trying to keep his emotions in check. he brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment. He looked up at her and spoke, his voice quiet and filled with emotion. "just...please come back to me ok..? don't leave me.." he pleaded, holding onto her hand tightly, as if he was afraid she would vanish if he let go.

He searched her face, desperate for reassurance. he needed her to promise she wouldn't leave, that she would stay by his side. he couldn't bear the thought of being alone again, of being abandoned by the one person he loved more than anything.

He continued to hold her hand, his grip becoming tighter as if he was afraid she would slip away. he spoke again, his voice a little more insistent. "promise me, you won't leave me. promise you'll come back" he repeated, his eyes pleading. You nod "I promise, but you have to let me go.."

Luke's expression darkened as she said that. he didn't want to let her go, he wanted to keep her with him forever. but he knew he had no choice. he slowly let go of her hand, his fingers lingering on her skin for a moment before completely releasing her.

He looked at her, conflicted. he wanted her near him, but he knew he had to let her go. he spoke up, his tone filled with pain and resignation. "f-fine..i'll let you go...just please...come back to me, ok..?" You nod "of course" she takes her sword and leaves.

Luke watches as she leaves, his heart heavy with worry and fear. he can't help but feel nervous, afraid that she won't come back. he can only hope that she'll keep her promise and return to him safely. You hides in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. her heart is racing, her hands shaking. she knows she needs to do this, to be loyal to kronos and to luke, but a part of her is unsure, struggling with the idea of betraying her old friends.

She watches as percy, annabeth and grover approach the pit, unknowing of what's about to happen. You takes a deep breath, preparing herself. she grips her sword tightly, waiting for the moment to make her move.

Her heart is thumping loudly in her chest, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts. a part of her wants to cry out, to warn her friends, to stop this from happening. but she knows she can't do that. she's made a promise, she's committed to kronos and luke.

Grover senses that something is off, that they aren't alone. he looks around cautiously, his instincts telling him they're being watched. He turns to percy and annabeth, his expression worried. "guys...i have a bad feeling about this..." he said quietly, trying not to sound too alarmed.

Percy and Annabeth look at him, concern in their eyes. "what do you mean, grover? what's wrong?" percy asked, his hand on riptide, ready for a fight. Grover shakes his head, his eyes darting around the area. "i...i don't know..something just feels off..like someone's nearby..." he said quietly, still scanning the surroundings.

Percy and Annabeth exchange glances, their expressions growing wary. they can sense something isn't right and they're on high alert. percy looks around, trying to spot whoever could be watching them. he tightens his grip on riptide, ready to defend himself and his friends if necessary. he speaks up, his voice a bit gruff. "grover's right...i can feel it too.."

Annabeth nods in agreement, her sword at the ready. "yeah..we should be careful. we don't know who or what's out there.." The atmosphere is tense, the three of them scanning their surroundings, waiting for any sign of danger. they stay silent, listening intently for any sound that could give away another person hiding nearby.

The air is eerily quiet, as if everything is holding its breath. the tension is palpable, as the three friends stay on high alert, waiting for the unknown to reveal itself. Percy yells out, his voice echoing in the area. "is someone there? show yourself!" he demands, his grip on riptide tight.

Annabeth and grover look around, searching for whoever it is that's been watching them. they stay close to percy, wary and ready to fight if necessary. You step out from the shadows, her sword in her hand. she looks at percy, annabeth and grover, her expression blank. her heart is thudding in her chest, her hands shaking slightly.

Her eyes dart between the three friends, watching their reactions. she doesn't say anything, just stands there, waiting for someone to say something. Percy, annabeth and grover look startled as they see anlie slowly walk closer to them. they all look surprised, not expecting to see her after all this time. they stay silent, unsure how to react to her sudden appearance.

The tension in the air is palpable as the four of them face each other. nobody speaks, each waiting for the other to make the first move. You takes her sword out, holding it firmly in her hand. she looks at the three friends, her expression betraying no emotion. she is conflicted, but she has made a promise to kronos and luke, and she needs to follow through with it.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover watch her, their eyes fixed on her blade. they look wary, their guards up, not sure what to expect from her. The silence is deafening as the four stand there, facing each other. nobody moves, nobody speaks. it's almost as if everyone is holding their breath, waiting for the other to make a move. You stare at them "I heard Tartarus is waiting for you three" she says darkly

Percy, Annabeth and Grover look at her, their expressions a mix of worry, anger and disbelief. percy speaks up, his voice tense "how do you know about that?" Annabeth looks at her, her eyes narrowing. "what do you want from us?" she asks, her grip on her sword tightening.

Grover looks at her with alarm, his expression panicked. "w-what are you saying? who sent you?" he stutters out, his voice shaking. You point at them "I came to send you to Tartarus...I did tell you to join us..but you didn't and you'll face the consequences for that"

Percy, Annabeth and Grover are stunned for a moment, taken aback by her words. they can't believe what they're hearing. percy speaks up again, his voice filled with anger and disbelief "you're crazy! we're not going to let you send us to Tartarus!" You look at him "we'll see, we are close to it's pit one push is all it takes" she attacks them

Percy, Annabeth and Grover instinctively react to your attacks, pulling out their weapons and dodging her blows. they're surprised by her sudden aggression, but they quickly recover and fight back. The fight is intense, with all four of them exchanging blows mercilessly. there is no holding back, both sides determined to come out on top.

You manage to kick Grover "you all forget I am the daughter of Achilles" she hits harder Percy and Annabeth struggle to keep up with your speed and strength. they've never fought against someone with her skill before, and they're being driven back by her relentless attacks.

Grover tries to get back up, pain written on his face. he looks at you with a mix of fear and awe, realizing he can't keep up with her. he struggles to stand, his legs shaking slightly. Percy and Annabeth exchange a worried glance. they know they can't keep this up for long. they need to come up with a plan quickly, before you overpowers them completely.

You see them tired up and back away as you manage to take a deep breath in and out. Percy, Annabeth and Grover are exhausted, panting heavily as they back away from anlie. they look at her warily, still on guard, but also taking the chance to catch their breath. Percy looks at you, his chest heaving. "w-wait...give us a moment...we need to...catch our breath" he says, gasping between words.

You nod "yeah me too.." Percy, Annabeth and Grover all lean against a nearby tree, trying to catch their breaths. they look at you, their expressions weary but still cautious. Silence falls as they all try to recover from the intense fight. they're all winded and tired, but they all know that eventually, they'll have to continue fighting.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover exchange glances, as if silently communicating on what their next move should be. they're trying to come up with a plan, some way to counter your skills and turn the fight in their favor. The realization of how close they are to the pit hits them like a ton of bricks. they all look down, seeing the pit right in front of them, the swirling, dark abyss looking ominous and dangerous.

Percy's eyes light up as an idea forms in his mind. He looks at anlie, a determined expression on his face. Annabeth and grover notice his expression and look at him, their eyes wide with anticipation, silently asking him what his plan is. Percy looks at them, a mixture of confidence and trepidation in his eyes. he speaks up quietly, not wanting you to overhear his plan.

He gestures for them to move closer, and they all lean in to hear what he has to say. Percy whispers his plan to them, explaining in hushed tones what he's thinking. He speaks quickly, his voice low, trying to prevent you from overhearing. the others listen intently, their expressions serious.

Percy finishes explaining his plan and looks at his friends, waiting for their response. they're quiet for a moment, considering what he's suggested. Annabeth and Grover look at each other, their expressions mixed with worry and hope. they look back at percy and nod slightly, indicating that they're on board with his plan.

Percy nods back, his expression a mixture of relief and determination. the plan might be risky, but it's their best chance to turn the tides of the battle in their favor. He turns to look at you, who is still catching her breath. she's focused on recovering from the fight and isn't paying attention to what they're whispering about.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover exchange nods, silently reaffirming their plan. they know it's a risky move, but you were a powerful opponent and they need to take her out if they have any chance of winning this. they all look at you, waiting for the right moment to put their plan into motion. they have to time it just right, or they risk falling into the pit themselves.

You point at them with her sword. Percy, Annabeth and Grover look at her, their eyes fixed on the blade of her sword. they keep themselves alert and ready to act at any moment. They all stand there, in a tense standoff. nobody moves, nobody speaks. the only sound that can be heard is their own breathing and the occasional creaking of nearby trees.

The three friends lock eyes with each other, silently communicating their readiness to go through with their plan. they know the moment they make their move, there will be no going back. Percy, Annabeth and Grover all take a deep breath, steadying themselves for what they're about to do. they watch you carefully, waiting for an opening to strike.

Percy's heart is pounding, his hands are shaking slightly. he knows this moment is crucial to their chances of victory. he grips riptide tightly, mentally preparing himself to put their plan into action. Percy, Annabeth and Grover attack you at the same time, using the element of surprise to their advantage. they rush at her with all their might, aiming to overpower her and push her over the edge into the pit.

You are taken off guard by their sudden coordinated attack. she attempts to defend herself, but she's outnumbered and overwhelmed by their combined strength. Percy, Annabeth and Grover continue their relentless attack, working together to push you closer and closer to the edge of the pit. they're all breathing heavily, fueled by adrenaline and desperation.

Percy's blow lands right on your eye, causing her to cry out in pain. she staggers back, her vision impaired by the impact. Percy, Annabeth and Grover see anlie falter and press their advantage, continuing their assault. they're gaining ground, slowly but surely pushing her closer to the edge of the pit.

Percy looks at you, regret and remorse in his eyes as he raises his hands apologetically. but in the heat of the moment, he's torn between his empathy and his desire to win. he knows they have to push her over the edge for their plan to work. with a heavy heart, percy pushes you with all his might, propelling her towards the edge of the pit.

You fall backwards, her scream echoing through the air. she struggles to keep her footing, but it's futile. the pit's gravitational pull is too strong, and she starts to descend into its dark abyss. Percy, Annabeth and Grover watch as anlie falls backwards into the pit. they feel a mix of relief and guilt, knowing that their plan has succeeded, but also knowing that they've caused someone to fall into Tartarus.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover stand there, their chests heaving as they watch you disappear into the darkness of the pit. they know that their victory over her will come at a cost. they're certain luke will be furious when he finds out what they've done. The three friends stand in silence, contemplating the impact of their actions. they wonder if luke's supposed love for you was genuine, or if it was just another tool in his manipulative arsenal.

Percy feels a pang of sympathy for you. he can't help but wonder if she was just a pawn in kronos and luke's game, a tool to be used and discarded when the time was right. Annabeth and Grover exchange a glance, their expressions betraying their mixed emotions about what they've done. they know that their victory over you may have unintended consequences, and they're unsure if they're prepared to face them.

You fall down into Tartarus, the dark abyss of the pit swallowing her completely. she spirals downward through the darkness, surrounded by the desolate and hostile terrain of this cursed realm. You look around, her heart racing as adrenaline and fear course through her veins. she's never been to Tartarus before, and the desolate, nightmarish landscape around her is overwhelming and terrifying.

Your heart skips a beat as she hears the sound of the familiar voices of the three witches she had killed. they seem to be calling out to her from somewhere nearby, their voices filled with malevolence and revenge.

You look around, trying to spot where the voices are coming from. she's wary and on guard, her sword ready in her hand, prepared to face the witches if they appear. The voices seem to be coming from multiple directions, making it impossible for you to pinpoint their exact location. she can feel the malevolence in their words, and she knows they're out for revenge against her for killing them

You felt a pang of fear as she realizes she's alone in Tartarus, with nothing but the haunting voices of the vengeful witches for company. she's never felt more isolated and vulnerable, and she knows that she may go insane if she's stuck in this realm for too long.

Luke is pacing back and forth in his camp, his expression dark and brooding. he's been expecting news from you, but she hasn't returned yet. he's growing impatient, and he's starting to worry that something may have gone wrong.

He clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white with anger. he had given you a very important mission, and he's furious that she hasn't returned yet. he can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened.

As luke continues pacing, he hears the sound of approaching footsteps. he turns to see one of his minions jogging towards him, a panicked expression on his face. The minion approaches luke, his breathing heavy and labored. he looks up at luke, his expression a mixture of fear and nervousness.

Luke scowls at the minion, his patience wearing thin. "what is it?" he snaps, his voice gruff and irritable. The minion cowers under luke's glare, but he forces himself to speak bravely. "i-it's about your girlfriend, sir," he says, stuttering slightly.

Luke's expression darkens at the mention of you name. "what about her?" he growls, his eyes narrowing. The minion swallows nervously, clearly intimidated by luke's hostile demeanor. "w-we don't know where she is," he says, his voice trembling. "she hasn't returned from her mission yet."

Luke's expression turns even darker, his anger building with each passing moment. "what do you mean, she hasn't returned?” he snaps, his voice laced with menace. “she was supposed to report back to me hours ago!"

The minion flinches at luke's tone, his eyes widening with fear. he's never seen luke so angrily before, and it's terrified him. "we-we've searched everywhere," he stammers, "but we can't find her. it's like she's just...disappeared."

Luke's expression turns enraged at the news that you had disappeared. he can't believe what he's hearing. "disappeared?! what do you mean, she's disappeared?!" he roars, his voice echoing around the camp.

The minion shrinks back from luke's fury, trembling with fear. "we-we don't know what happened to her, s-sir," he stutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "n-none of us have seen her since she left on her mission."

Luke's hands curl into fists, his knuckles turning white with anger. he can't believe that you could just disappear without a trace. he was counting on her to complete her mission, and now he doesn't know where she is or what's happened to her.

Luke paces back and forth, his mind racing with anger and frustration. he's trying to think of every possible explanation for your disappearance, but nothing makes sense. he can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened to her.

He looks back at the minion, his expression still dark and menacing. "search the area again," he snaps. "I want every inch of this area searched. I want her found and brought back to me immediately. do you understand?"

The minion nods nervously, his face pale with fear. "y-yes, sir," he stammers. "we'll do as you say. we'll search everywhere until we find her." Luke's expression doesn't soften, his expression remaining cold and hostile. "see that you do," he growls. "and report back to me as soon as you have any news."

The minion nods again, his body trembling. he's clearly terrified of luke and he can't wait to get out of his presence. he turns on his heel and runs off to carry out luke's orders. Luke watches the minion run off, his expression still dark and brooding. he's furious with you for disappearing like this, and he's determined to get to the bottom of it. he's not going to rest until he knows where she is and what's happened to her.

He slams his fist down on a nearby table, his anger and frustration boiling over. he growls in anger, his eyes narrowing as he tries to control his rage. Luke takes a deep breath, trying to cool his head. he's angrier than he's ever been before, but he knows that he needs to stay focused and stay calm. he needs to find you and bring you back, and he won't let anything stop him from doing so.

Luke's minions go out and search the area where you were supposed to be, looking for any clues or signs of her whereabouts. The minions spot the pit and notice the footprints leading towards it. they also notice the bloodstains and the other footprints, and their hearts drop in their chests. they know this must be related to your disappearance.

They exchange nervous glances, their faces paling with fear and anxiety. they know they need to report back to luke and tell him what they've found, but they're terrified of what his reaction will be. The minions look at the footprints and the bloodstains again, and they can see that you were pushed into the pit. they're horrified at the thought, and they can't imagine what could have happened to her in Tartarus.

The minions exchange nervous glances once again, their hearts racing with fear. they know that nobody who enters Tartarus comes out alive, and the thought of what could be happening to you in that cursed realm is terrifying.

They know they have to report back to luke with this news, but they're dreading his reaction. he's going to be furious, and they don't know how he'll react to the news that you has been pushed into Tartarus.

The minions look at each other one last time, steeling themselves for what they know will be a difficult conversation. they take a deep breath, gather all their courage, and start walking back towards luke's camp, ready to deliver the awful news.

They approach luke's camp, their hearts beating wildly in their chests. they know that luke's going to be angry when he hears the news, but they have no choice but to tell him what they've found. They find luke pacing back and forth, still looking as angry and impatient as ever. they approach him cautiously, their expressions nervous and anxious.

One of the minions speaks up, his voice trembling. "w-we've found something, sir," he says, bracing himself for luke's reaction. Luke turns to the minions, his expression still dark and dangerous. "what is it?" he snaps, his voice gruff and irritated.

The minion swallows nervously, his hands shaking. "w-we found footprints leading towards the pit," he stutters. "a-and there was b-blood...and other f-footprints..." Luke's expression changes from irritation to fury at the minion's words. he clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white with anger. "show me," he snaps, his voice cold and commanding.

The minion nods nervously, his body trembling with fear. he turns and leads luke and the other minions towards the pit, where they had spotted the footprints and the bloodstains. They arrive at the site, and luke looks down at the ground, his expression darkening as he sees the footprints. he can tell that you were pushed into the pit, and his anger and fury only grow stronger with the realization.

Luke's hands twitch as he tries to control his anger. he's furious that you were pushed into Tartarus, and he's determined to find out who did this and make them pay.

In the mortal world Ms. Gilbert was baking some cookies in her kitchen, happily humming to herself as she thought about the return of her daughter, you. she was excited to see her and had planned a special surprise for her arrival.

She was carefully adding the final touches to the cookies, making sure they were perfect for her daughter. she couldn't wait for you to get home so they could spend some time together and catch up on everything.

Achilles, your father, watched over you from the heavens. he was a demigod himself, and he had been keeping a watchful eye on you from above since she was born.

Achilles watches down at his wife, a pang of sadness in his heart. he knows that you were not coming back, and that his wife is baking cookies knowing full well that their daughter will never return. it breaks his heart to see her suffer like this, but he can do nothing but watch from afar.

He wishes he could descend down to earth and tell his wife the truth, to console her and take away her pain. but he knows that he's not allowed to interfere in the affairs of mortals, and he has to watch helplessly as his wife continues to bake cookies for a daughter who will never return.

He watches as Ms. Gilbert finished baking the cookies, a sad smile on her face. she carefully put them in a box and placed it on the counter, no doubt waiting for you to arrive and be surprised by them.

Achilles' heart breaks at the sight. he knows that the cookies will never be eaten, that his daughter will never return and be surprised by them. he wants to scream and shout, to tell his wife the truth and end her suffering, but he remains silent, watching from above with a heavy heart.

Ms. Gilbert stood in the kitchen, her heart filled with anticipation and excitement. she couldn't wait to see her daughter again and give her the cookies she had baked. she kept checking the clock, her eyes glancing toward the door every five minutes, hoping to see you walk through any moment.

Okay I made myself cry :(

#percy jackon and the olympians #jason grace x reader #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #pjo x reader #blood of zeus #chris rodriguez x reader #mother series #sad thoughts #achilles

I am my father's daughter..

Pjo x Daughter of Achilles

Warning: plot twist at the end

You put on the winged shoes they were a perfect fit, the straps on the shoes wrapped around and fit perfectly with your form. The shoes looked old, but they were well preserved and made by the God Hermes himself, so they’ll work just fine.

You walked outside the cabin, taking a deep breath at the realization of what she’s going to do. She can hear the whispers start up again in her head ‘you’re going to die’

You stay quiet and start to make a run and the shoes start flying out of camp. As the voices from earlier start calling you again in your head meaning a Lady Persephone or maybe just the nymphs of the underworld were speaking to you in your head once again, as they begged you to stop and turn back "you're gonna die doing this, you're going to die in that stupid amour!"

You knew deep down that you really could die, not only because it’s a dangerous endeavor, but also because you heard the whisper in your head from Lady Persephone the wife of Hades . You tried to shake the thought from your mind and focus only on one single thing, seeing your mom.

As you flew out of camp, the winged shoes made it easy to fly high speeds, almost a little bit too easy.. all the while the whispers still continued ‘YOU’RE GOING TO DIE’

You knew that the whispers were real and that it was Lady Persephone or the nymphs trying to warn you, begging you to stop and rethink your decision of going to the mortal world.. but you ignored them and continued to fly forward, determined to see your mother.

You took off the winged shoes and placed them in your bag, taking out your normal black converse and putting them on. The shoes fit much more comfortably and gave you a sense of stability from the winged ones. You now looked completely normal except for the camp shirt that you had on, but that was easy to cover up. You looked around, a sense of familiarity washing over her as you remembered the last time you were in the mortal world.

You pulled your sweater out of your bag and put it on, grateful that you packed it as you didn’t realize how cold it was. You also looked into your bag and saw that, strangely, your shield was inside it. You thought it was a bit strange but you didn’t question it, you had more important business than worrying about a shield.

You pulled your pen/sword out of your bag, holding it in your hand and keeping a firm grip on the handle of the sword. You looked around at your surroundings, a sense of unease and uncertainty washing over you as you began to wonder if this really was the best idea.

You kept walking down the street, looking around at the various mortals walking past you. You tried to appear as calm and inconspicuous as possible, keeping your head low and your hands in your pockets. One hand was holding your sword-pen inside your pocket, just in case.

As you continued walking down the street, you were able to catch a glimpse of your own reflection in a shop window. You realized you looked like a normal mortal teenaged girl. You thought that for once you looked a bit normal, no one would probably be able to tell you anything more than a mortal.

You got to the apartment complex where your mother lives, looking up at the building. You took a deep breath and began your climb to the 3rd floor, walking up each flight of stairs until you made it to the third floor and in front of her mother’s apartment door.

You stood at the door for a few seconds, hesitating to knock. It had been a long time since you saw your mother. Anxiety was washing over you, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen when she opened the door, but you couldn’t stay out here forever you had to knock.

You heard the sound of a few old ladies talking, and that was when your curiosity peaked. You paused your hand, not knocking yet as you leaned your ear to the door and attempted to listen in on the ladies conversation.

Your heart skipped a beat and your face paled a little as you heard your mothers voice on the other side of the apartment door. You immediately started listening in on the conversation intently, leaning even close to the door and putting all your focus into hearing what they were saying.

You finally got the courage to knock on the apartment door. You swallowed, a mix of emotions washing over her as you waited for the door to open and to actually see your mother again.

You didn’t know that the old ladies in your mother’s apartment were actually witches, you didn’t sense it either as your adrenaline and anxiety was causing your mind to be a little fuzzy. You continued to wait at the door as you heard some noises from inside the apartment.

There was a long couple of seconds before the door finally opened. You looked up only to be met with the three old ladies in front of her, all wearing strange attire. Your eyes were wide as you looked at the witches and took in their appearances. You gulp "uh, is my mother home?"

The three witches all stared down at Anlie, each woman looking at her with a suspicious glare. The first witch, the one that was on the left, spoke first ”And who are you?” You look at them "I'm her daughter, is she home"

The third witch, the one the right, started speaking this time. Her tone was harsh and cold as she looked down at you, her gaze was piercing and judgmental. ”And what is the daughter of that woman doing here after all this time?”

You looked between the three witches, feeling a mixture of confused, intimidated, and almost scared. She knew that she hadn’t seen her mother in a very long time, but having three intimidating witches glared down at her and not being able to see her mother put you on edge.

The witch on the left spoke up after the third witch finished her sentence, her voice almost mocking ”Well..? Answer her question, why are you here after all this time, little girl?” You look at her "why should I tell you? I barely even know you" she pushes herself in "mom..?"

The witch on the right let out an irritated sigh as you pushed past her into the apartment. "So rude..” you continued into the apartment, repeating your mother’s name in a questioning manner. But soon she could see her mother sitting on the couch.. you could feel her heart quicken slightly when she caught sight of her moms face. You smile "mom" as she run to hug her "are you okay?"

When you saw your mother’s face, the smile was instantaneous and it was like instant relief seeing her again. You ran over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her in a hug, it felt so good to hold her again. She repeated her question again, worried for her mother and wondering if she was truly okay.

You kept your arms wrapped around your mother, not wanting to let her go, but after a few seconds your mother spoke. “Sweetheart.. you shouldn’t be here, it’s not safe..” You look at her "I know...but I wanted to make sure you're okay"

Her mother spoke in a very worried tone, still trying to comprehend the sight of her daughter in front of her again after all this time.. she didn’t want you to get hurt, and she knew that if her daughter stayed then it would only be a sign of trouble on its way. “Sweetheart, you need to go.. you shouldn’t be here..” You pull away "I know..."

You pulled back a little, but she still held her mother’s hands. Your mother looked at her with a look of worry on her face, desperate for her daughter to leave the apartment so that she’d be safe..“Sweetheart, I need you to leave, okay? Please go..”

You took in the sight of your mother’s worried face, you could tell that your mom was desperate for you to go. You had a feeling that you probably shouldn’t be there, but after not seeing your mother in years and missing her so much, it was hard to get herself to leave.

You were at war with yourself, part of her knew she should leave and that what her mother said was right, but the other part wanted to stay as it had been so long since she’d seen her mother. You were stuck standing there, your hands still holding her mother’s as she was trying to think up a response, but she only saw worry in her mother’s eyes. You sigh "I promise I'll write..."

Your mom seemed to soften at the promise that you'll write, but it definitely didn’t do much to clear her worrisome look on her face. She gave your hands a gentle squeeze before speaking again. “Promise you’ll be safe, sweetheart?”

Anlie nodded her head and squeezed her mother’s hands in return, the thought of leaving again already paining her. Anlie had just found her mother again after all these years and now they were already being separated again. "I promise.."

Your mother’s worry seemed to dissipate a little bit by your promise that you'll be safe, but there was still a sense of dread written on her face. She squeezed your hands again before continuing to speak. “You better keep your promise, I need you to be okay..” You nod and pull away "I will...you stay safe please when I come back maybe, you'll bake me cookies?" She tries to lighten the mood.

Your mom gave a small laugh and smile at the mention of cookies, her mood brightening temporarily. She gave you a nod before saying “I’ll make you all the cookies you want, deal?” you smiled to herself a bit as you heard her mother’s response. The thought of her mother’s cookies again was enough to almost make her want to stay and forget the promise to get back to camp. “Deal, I’ll be back soon. I promise..”

You took a couple of steps back, reluctantly letting go of your mother’s hands. You took another glance at your mothers face, studying every feature of her face and trying to commit it to memory. You knew she had to leave, not only is it not safe for you, but it wasn’t safe for her mother either.

As you continued to take steps backwards, you gave your mother one final nod and promise about her safety before she turned to leave the apartment. With a sad glance, you began walking out of the apartment to head back to camp.

You couldn’t help but give the three witches a very harsh look as you walked past them. Her mind had immediately gone to a suspicious place as she began to question why three old witches were in her mothers apartment.

You knew that it was definitely not a good sign. The witches seemed to glare down at you as she walked past them towards the front door. She quickly opened the door and took some steps down. But You turn around on the last step still near the door of your mother's "what exactly are you here for?"

The three witches paused as you suddenly turned around on the last step and questioned what they were here for. The first witch, the one on the left spoke up as she narrowed her eyes at you. ”We’re here visiting a friend, none of your business”

You look at them "it kinda is, cuz I don't know why there are three witches here in my mother's apartment... aren't you supposed to be hidden from the mortals?" The three witches all tensed up when you mentioned that they were supposed to be hidden from the mortals.

It definitely caught their attention the second witch, who was in the middle, spoke up as she shared a quick glance at the other witches. ”And how exactly would you know that, young demigod?”

The three witches were clearly on edge now as you had correctly stated that they’re not supposed to be around mortal and now had to question how she knew that… The first witch narrowed her eyes at you again as she spoke.. ”What exactly are you supposed to be, a child of Hecate?”

You stand your ground "no, but the child of Achilles...witches are supposed to be hidden from danger from everything that mortals can do.." The witches all went silent for a second as you stood your ground and said you were the daughter of Achilles.

They immediately shared glances at each other, surprised at her parentage but still slightly suspicious of her… The third witch, who still hadn’t spoken yet, spoke up in a hesitant and shocked tone. ”You’re the daughter of Achilles?” You look at them "yes, what? You have a problem with that ? Now tell me why are you here..."

The witches all glanced at each other again, trying to quickly think up an answer and also process the fact that the girl standing in front of them was the daughter of a Greek demigod legend. The first witch spoke up again, trying to seem confident as she spoke. ”We’re not obligated to tell you what we’re doing here, girl..”

You take out your pen clicking it to turn into your sword "go on..." She steps up the stairs going back up. The witches quickly became intimidated by you pulling out a weapon mostly a sword and they took a step backwards. The second witch spoke up again in a worried tone. ”Child, calm down.. you don’t need to resort to violence..”

You shrug "I kinda do if I gotta get words out of you" The witches shared another glance at each other again, seeing that you weren't backing down. They were starting to become a bit more intimidated as it was very rare for a young demigod to be so threatening. The third witch spoke this time, her voice a bit shaky..”Okay, okay, we’ll tell you..”

The witches all glanced at each other again as they realized they weren’t going to be able to get out of this situation. You were definitely a scary demigod to be backed into a corner. The first witch spoke, trying to explain why they were in the apartment.. ”Your mother..she made a deal..."

Your eyes widened a little when she heard that her mother had made a deal. All her previous suspicion had just been confirmed by the witches words and she was now even more worried now that she knew something was wrong. The second witch spoke now, trying to somewhat explain the situation. ”She made a deal with us a couple of years back..”

Your stomach dropped a little when she heard that her mother had made a deal years ago and she was only just finding out about it now. She kept her weapon pointed at the witches as the third witch continued their explanation..The third witch spoke softly, trying to carefully explain the situation..”Your mother was desperate.. she came to us and offered us a deal..”

You look at them "what kind of deal..." The three witches all tensed up again and they shared uncomfortable glances with each other. They knew that there was no point in trying to lie or hide the truth now as you were standing in front of them with a weapon pointed at their faces..The third witch spoke a little anxiously. ”She came to us desperate for one thing.. immortality...for someone so special"

Anlie could feel her stomach drop even further when the third witch spoke. The thought of her mother making a deal with three witches for immortality was a lot to take for the poor demigod.. She stared at the witches for a second taking in the words, before focusing back on them and asking the question that was burning in her mind. "Who did she want immortality for..?"

The feeling of her stomach dropping was immediate when you heard the second witch speak. The realization hit her like a truck, her own mother had made a deal with three witches for her own immortality. You were in complete shock and couldn’t believe her ears. You stared blankly at the three witches for a second before she finally spoke again.“Why?”

The witches fidgeted a little as they were caught off guard by the simple word you spoke. They had expected her to react in some sort of hostile way, however they were met with just a very simple “why” from the girl standing in front of them..

The first witch spoke up and tried to explain as best as she could. “She didn’t want to see anything terrible happen to you.. she wanted to keep you safe no matter the cost…she knew the price of being a demigod meant so she took the risk.."

You could feel the tears sting your eyes as her mother’s motivation for making such a desperate deal was revealed to her. She knew that her mother always hated the life she had to live a demigod, but she never knew it was enough for her to take such a drastic decision. You tried to keep a steady voice as she spoke.."What was the cost?”

The witches all tensed up a little bit as they heard the question they’d been dreading. They knew very well that the demigod standing in front of them wasn’t going to be very happy with the answer. The third witch spoke softly, trying to carefully explain what the price was to make you immortal..“Your mother’s soul…”

The words hit you like a truck, shattering her as she took in the price that was given: her mother’s soul…you tried to compose herself as your eyes started to fill with tears, struggling to not let them spill over as her weapon started shaking in her hand..“Y-you mean…”

The three witches fidgeted again as they saw you nearly on the brink of tears. They knew that the realization of such an enormous cost was a brutal thing to find out. The second witch spoke up as she watched the tears on the brink of falling from your eyes. “Your mother… she sold her soul.. for you”

The second witch’s words were what finally caused the dam to break, and the tears that you had been trying to hold in began to fall. Waves of sadness and shock hit you like a truck, the reality of what her mother had done for her sinking in.. She stared at the three witches, unable to fully comprehend the situation.

You felt rage coursing through your veins made your heart beat faster. She looked at the three witches before her, the ones responsible for her mother losing her very soul. The urge to lash out and make these witches suffer was consuming, she thought to herself, I didn't want to stop these feelings, I wanted to choke those witches. I wanted to watch them drown in their own poison. I wanted to see...Just how much Misery, Misery they could take. I wanted to see red all over my sword.

Your breathing became heavy and fast as the anger coursed through you. All her senses were heightened as she focused on the three witches in front of her, the ones who had convinced her mother to take such a dangerous deal. She gripped her sword tightly, the anger fueling her to do something, but she tried to keep control by taking deep breaths.

The realization of what had just happened didn’t hit you until a few moments later as she stared down at the witches. The witches that were previously standing in front of you a moment ago, were now laying lifeless on the ground, completely still.

You stared at the lifeless bodies of the witch, her breaths fast and heavy as adrenaline was pumping through her.. Despite the fact that her sword was covered in red, it had given a sense of relief to see those witch’s body, and the realization of what she has done but it felt great.

You took a moment to recover your breath, the anger fading a little but the relief remaining. She stared at her sword one last time, seeing the red liquid covering it.. She knew she had to clean it off and leave as quickly as possible to avoid any suspicion.

You took out a cloth and carefully wiped her sword off, wanting any evidence of the witch’s blood to be gone as quickly as possible.. Once the sword was completely clean, she put it away and began walking away from her mother’s apartment, trying to act normal and pretend that nothing had happened.

As you walked you couldn't help but think about the sense of power that had consumed you. The lack of guilt surprised her, she had expected to feel at least a little guilty about the fact she had just killed three witches. She compared the feeling to that of what her father must have felt during battle. A sense of drive, aggression, and control.

You continued to ponder on the feeling of power and aggression, trying to understand her own emotions. Her thoughts became conflicted with the idea that this kind of power could potentially consume her, but still part of her wondered what it would feel like to let it drive fully.

You knew that as the daughter of the demigod war legend, Achilles, that she was prone to strong emotions and aggressive tendencies. She began to wonder if the intense power she had felt earlier was a sign that she was taking more after her father than she realized.

Her thoughts were conflicting as she struggled whether or not to let these emotions control her… One part of her knew that it could be dangerous and destructive if left unchecked, but a small part of her wondered what it would feel like to let her father’s legacy truly be unleashed.

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Mother's Rage

Luke Castellan x Daughter of demeter reader

Short story

demeter had heard the gods speck about the traitor in the camp but the thing she wasn't expecting to hear was that the boy. Was dating one of her children Demeter sat quickly and straight "what's the boys name again?" She felt rage and worry for her child all the gods and goddesses went quiet as Apollo spoke up with precaution not to make her even more mad "Luke, his name is Luke Castellan son of Hermes..he.." Apollo hesitated to say more as Demeter looks at him "he what?!? What are you all hiding from me!" She hits her fist on the table as it echoes Zeus rubbed his temper "Luke...has kidnapped your daughter..." He sighs Demeter felt like her world stopped working did she hear right? Were these some sick jokes? No it was a reality Demeter sink in her throne letting the words hit her no she thought she lost Persephone her daughter to Hades now...she had lost one of her demigods to a traitor? One of her babies. History repeated itself but it always hit hard especially on her losing her children to horrible men. She didn't even know if her demigod would live especially with someone like Luke...She saw the parallels between Persephone and You, both taken by a man just because they were deeply in love with her beauty. But Demeter knew Beauty came with a Price....

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Crazy in love

Luke Castellan x Dionysus reader

He slowly walked up to her, his steps getting slightly faster with each one he took. He was close enough to where he was able to tower over her. His eyes darkened when he looked at her. He used his weapon to lift her chin up so she’d be looking at him in the eye. “Where did you think you were going, sweetheart?” You stay quiet and look at him with fear.

He chuckled, knowing she wasn’t going to respond, probably from fear. How could she not be afraid of him? He was standing over her, towering her with his tall height, using his sword to lift her chin to his eye level, and her body was shaking like a leaf. “You’re not gonna answer me, doll?” You look at him "leave me alone luke..."

He scoffs, shaking his head as he laughs coldly. He leaned a little closer to her, tilting his head. “You don’t mean that, darling. We’ve been through so much together. We belong together…don’t you remember that?” You backs away and stands up quickly "you're crazy!"

He frowns, his eyes sharpening. He didn’t like it when you called him crazy, you were his, and you weren’t going to do that. He took a step towards you. “Hey! Watch your tone with me..." You look at him and stay quiet not wanting to make him more angry.

He sighs and takes another step forward. He looked at her with a hard glare, getting close to her again. “Don’t look at me like that…” He sees that you were starting to cry, and he quickly softens, his hard glare transforming into a gentle look. He uses his hand to cup your face with a frown. You slowly back away.

He sighs again and shakes his head. He looked at you, seeing the tears in your eyes. He hated when you cried; he didn’t know what to do with himself when that happened. “Please understand, baby, I’m only doing this because I love you. Because I want you to stay with me. Because we’re meant to be together. Can’t you see that?”

He grumbled as he saw you stepping back again. He could see you were scared with his behavior. “I don’t think you’re taking me seriously, doll,” he stated, closing the distance between you two slowly. He chuckled as you took a step back, his eyes still fixed on you. He wasn’t going to indulge you for much longer. He continued to move even closer, slowly closing the distance between you.

You look at him with a hint of hope "what you said about protecting me...was it true?" He chuckled again, now standing directly in front of you. “Of course it’s true, doll,” he replied, his voice firm. “I said I was going to protect you, and I meant it.”

Luke’s smirk changed into a thin line as he looked down at her. He knelt down beside her. “Don’t look so afraid, love.” He said, and reached out his hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he held you close to him. You submitting like this was what he wanted all along, and it was finally happening. “You’re finally realizing that listening to me is best,” he stated, his voice a little smug. He pulled you even closer, holding you securely in his embrace.

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I still love him, I think I do...

Jason Grace x Daughter Of Apollo Luke Castellan x Daughter Of Apollo Short story

Warning: Luke himself Jealous Jason

Summary: You had dated Luke before he had betrayed everyone but you still love him after all.

Jason sat down next to her, still smiling and waiting for her to continue. He enjoyed sitting with her, and really enjoyed hearing her talk. He loved listening to her, and his eyes were trained solely on her. you smiles and hold his arm "did you know there's a prophecy well duh everyone knows the hero of the great prophecy.

Jason nodded, of course he knew about the prophecy. Everyone at camp did. “Yeah, there’s a prophecy.. and everyone knows about it. The only thing is, we don’t know who is actually the hero of the prophecy is.” He muttered, leaning back. You smile and nod.

Jason sighed a little, he had been trying to figure out who the hero of the prophecy was for months now. Of course, there were several possibilities, but he hadn’t been able to figure it out yet. “It’s a pity about the prophecy you know?” You nod and watch him

Jason sighed again, and laid back on the grass. He didn’t like prophecies, they always meant something bad was going to happen, and no one wanted something bad to happen. “I hate prophecies.” He muttered, annoyed. You look at him "hm, my father is the God of that.." you whisper

Jason looked back up at her, his forehead creased in an annoyed look. “Yeah, yeah, I know he is. I’d say something like ‘can he not be the god of prophecies for a change?’ but that wouldn’t work.” He muttered, frowning. You smile and hold his arm "did I tell you... about Luke?" Her expression softens when she talks about him.

Jason looked up when she mentioned Luke’s name, and his eyes darkened. He didn’t like Luke. “No, what about him?” He asked, his tone a bit cold. You stay quiet and trace his arm "I dated him when I first arrived at camp..he was the best experience.."

Jason’s expression darkened even more, and a look of anger crossed his face. “You.. you dated.. Luke Castellan?” He asked, his voice cold. It infuriated him that she had dated Luke. You stay quiet "is it wrong? That when he turned out to be a traitor it had to hurt me?" She didn't want to meet his gaze.

Jason stayed silent for a moment, debating his answer. He didn’t want to be mad at her, but hearing that she had date Luke just made him angry. “No, no, it’s not wrong..” He muttered, looking away from her. He knew that it wasn’t wrong, but it still bothered him that she had dated Luke. You stay quiet "I did love him...."

Jason clenched his fists at his side, but tried hard to control his emotions. It was difficult to hear that she had loved Luke, but he tried his best to keep his face neutral. “And.. how long did that last?” He asked, trying hard to keep his voice even. You sigh "I still mourn for him..." You keep defending his name You stay quiet "Luke was never a bad guy y'know? All his rage and his hate blinded him.."

Jason was a bit irritated that she was making excuses for Luke, but he tried not to let it show. “Yeah, maybe so, but it doesn’t excuse what he did.” He muttered, looking away from her. He looks at her, watching her in silence. He knew that she wasn’t going to give up this argument. “Why are you defending him?” He asked, not understanding. “He betrayed all of us.."

You look away "he was there for me ..when I needed him.." Jason looks at her, his face turning serious. “So? That doesn’t excuse what he did!” He said, a bit of anger showing. He couldn’t believe that she was defending Luke after everything he had done. You look at him "you have to understand-" you don't get to finish when he cuts you off.

Jason clenched his jaw as she said that, and anger boiled in his chest. A small pang of jealousy stabbed it’s way through him a she mentioned that they had dated. “I don’t have to understand anything!” He snapped. “He was a traitor, and nothing excuses that.” You look at him "Jason.."

Jason took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He didn’t want to get into a big fight with her, but the thought of her defending Luke just got under his skin. “I’m sorry, but I won’t accept you defending him.” He said, his voice still harsh. He let out a deep exhale, frustrated but also guilty. He was frustrated with her for defending Luke, but he also felt guilty for getting angry with her. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away.

You stay quiet and close your eyes "I love you, I'm sorry..."

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