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Behind the Armor

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pairing: clarisse la Rue x fem!reader (no specific cabin)

summary: clarisse la rue is known for her strength and toughness, but when it’s just the two of you, she lets down her guard—and you wouldn’t trade those moments for anything.

a/n: its quite short but i needed to write about my wife clarisse 🤭

The training arena was quiet, the faint glow of the evening sun casting long shadows over the cracked floor. Clarisse stood in the center, her spear leaning against the wall, her hands on her hips as she watched you approach.

—You’re late. —she said, though her usual sharp tone was softened by a faint smirk.

—I was helping Chiron. —you replied, stopping a few feet away from her. —Besides, it’s not like you needed me here to win.

Clarisse snorted, rolling her eyes. —Yeah, well, maybe I just like having you around to witness my victories.

You smiled, stepping closer. —Or maybe you just like having me around.

Her smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer, something vulnerable that she rarely let anyone see. —Don’t push your luck. —she muttered, but there was no heat in her words.

You took another step, closing the distance between you until you were standing just inches apart. Her eyes searched yours, and you could feel the tension in the air—an unspoken truth that neither of you had been brave enough to say out loud.

—I like seeing you like this. —you said softly.

Clarisse raised an eyebrow. —Like what? Sweaty and tired?

You shook your head, your smile gentle. —No. Relaxed. Just… you.

For a moment, she said nothing, her usual bravado melting away as she reached out to take your hand. Her calloused fingers were rough against yours, but her touch was careful, almost hesitant.

—You’re not what I expected. —she admitted, her voice quiet. —I didn’t think I’d ever… —She trailed off, shaking her head as if frustrated by her own vulnerability.

—Feel this way? —you offered, squeezing her hand.

Clarisse looked away, her cheeks faintly red. —Yeah. Something like that.

You stepped even closer, tilting her chin up so she’d look at you. —You don’t have to hide with me, Clarisse. I love every part of you—the tough, the brave, and the soft parts you think no one sees.

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought she might push you away. But then her hands were on your waist, pulling you closer as her lips met yours in a kiss that was as fierce and passionate as she was.

When she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours, she let out a shaky laugh. —You’re impossible, you know that?”

You grinned, your heart racing. —Yeah, but you love me for it.

Clarisse rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her lips betrayed her. —Don’t let it go to your head.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the arena in golden light, you held her close, knowing that beneath all the armor and bravado, Clarisse La Rue was yours—and you were hers.

Strong Enough for You

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pairing: percy jackson x gf!reader

summary: being in a relationship with Percy Jackson means adventure, danger, and plenty of moments to admire his heroism. But what you love most? His quiet moments of vulnerability—and, of course, those arms that could rival the gods themselves.

a/n: okay guys, just look at him. I just wanted to write something related to this wonderful pic.

It wasn’t a secret, not really. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood had noticed Percy’s physical transformation over the years—his strength wasn’t just in his bravery or his loyalty; it was evident in the way he moved, the way he carried himself. And you? Well, you had front-row seats to it all.

Sitting on the steps of the Big House one sunny afternoon, you watched Percy from a distance as he helped the younger campers set up for capture the flag. His orange camp shirt clung to his shoulders, and his biceps flexed as he effortlessly lifted a heavy crate of shields.

—Are you even listening to me? —Annabeth’s voice broke through your daydream.

You blinked, turning to your best friend, who was smirking knowingly. —What?

Annabeth crossed her arms. —I was saying that Percy’s been showing off a little more lately. And judging by the way you’re staring, I think I know why.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. —I wasn’t staring.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. —Sure, you weren’t. Look, you’ve been together for a year now. He’s obviously just as smitten with you as you are with him. Maybe it’s time to tell him how much you appreciate his hard work.

Later that evening, you found Percy by the campfire, absentmindedly poking at the flames with a stick. He looked up as you approached, his face lighting up in that way that always made your heart skip a beat.

—Hey. —he said, scooting over to make room for you. —How was your day?

You sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. —Better now.

Percy chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. —You’re cute when you’re sappy, you know that?

You tilted your head to look at him, your eyes trailing over his face and down to the strong line of his jaw. From there, your gaze wandered—his broad shoulders, the way his arms rested casually on his knees, the faint scars that told stories of battles won.

—Okay, what’s that look for? —Percy asked, amused.

You bit your lip, deciding to go for it. —I was just thinking… you’ve gotten really strong lately.

Percy blinked, caught off guard. —Uh, thanks? I mean, I’ve been training a lot, but..

—I like it. —you interrupted, your voice soft but teasing. —I mean, I really like it.

Percy’s face turned red, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. -Oh. Well, that’s… good to know.

You grinned, leaning closer to press a kiss to his cheek. —Don’t get too cocky, Pers. But for the record, you’re ridiculously attractive.

A few days later, Percy seemed determined to test just how much you liked his newfound strength. During sparring practice, he pulled off a series of overly dramatic moves that had the other campers rolling their eyes—and had you trying very hard not to laugh.

Afterward, as you were both walking back to your cabins, he turned to you with a mischievous grin. —So… was that impressive enough for you?

You playfully shoved his shoulder. —You’re such a show-off.

—But you like it. —he countered, grabbing your hand to pull you closer. His voice dropped to a low murmur. —Admit it.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. —Fine. Maybe I do. Just a little.

Percy leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was sweet and unhurried. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of affection—and a hint of smugness.

—Good. —he said softly. —Because I’d do anything to keep you looking at me like that.

That night, as you lay together on the dock by the lake, Percy’s arm draped around your shoulders, you couldn’t help but trace your fingers over the muscles of his forearm.

—Do you ever get tired? —you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

—Tired of what?

—Carrying the weight of the world. —you said, your tone teasing but your words sincere.

Percy’s smile was soft as he turned to look at you. —Not when you’re here. —he said simply.

And in that moment, as the stars reflected in the water and his hand found yours, you realized that no amount of strength could compare to the way he made you feel: safe, loved, and completely at home.

★ HAVING A ROMANCE LIKE IT WOULD BE WITH LUKE CASTELLAN BEING THE DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE

a/n: I only know how to do headcanons and small scenes, maybe I'll do more, my first pjo story, so bear with me, English is not my first language.

———— ★

Luke is very attentive and affectionate with you, a sweetheart, but when he is about to be discovered as a traitor, things will change radically, he will become very distant.

Even when dating, there are always those who insist on having something and with you it would be no different, but Luke would find a way and the person would never bother you again.

He is the ultimate romantic, he would do "cheesy" things for you, like carlintas, picnics, seeing the starry night, watching romance movies, etc.

Luke gave you several nicknames "princess" "queen" "my love" "darling" "my star"

Luke may have changed with you before he was almost discovered, but he will always, even in the smallest details, admire you saying how much he loves you, before disappearing...

Your love would be like that of old movies and intense, the truest and most innocent love you've ever had (may Mother Aphrodite bless this couple and for them together forever).

Him praising you, worrying, caring for you and admiring you as if you were the most beautiful masterpiece ever created in recent decades.

"Darling, You are always so beautiful, so beautiful, I'm sure you were blessed with the beauty of all the shining stars in this Universe"

"You're also very beautiful, Luke, I'm happy to be by your side, to be here just for you, I always want to be with you and by your side"

"Would you really stay by my side no matter what?"

"I would stay, I would do everything for the one I love and you are the one I love and I chose to love you"

"Honey, if you only knew..."

Luke Castellan Headcanons !! - SFW

★ Summary: you simply caught Luke Castellan's attention

a/n: I only know how to do headcanons and small scenes, maybe I'll do more, my first pjo story, so bear with me, English is not my first language.

——— ——— ★

You were a new camper, still unclaimed by your godly father, simply lost until Luke showed up.

– Luke took over and guided you around the camp, assuming the kind and friendly act...but he never knew you were so 'special'.

– He offered to help you with training and teaching you how to use a sword or finds something you are good at. (He didn't understand why he continued to help and stay by his side.)

He would help you with your first flag hunt, he would be worried and help you. If you stay on the other team, he would be easy on you and would watch you in case something happens to protect you.

– He would be very fragrant, to the point where you would start using his perfume because of how good it is.

– Luke's half-brothers would like you, as they admire Luke and would hate to see him angry, they all avoid stealing and if they were to prank, it would be light pranks.

– He would be possessive of you, he would do everything to protect you without worrying about you

– He gets silly when he sees you wearing his clothes.

– Luke would wear the necklaces you made for him, wearing it with pride, and he would wear a necklace with his name on it.

– If you were the daughter of one of the big three, Luke would probably get even closer to benefit, but with the time you spend together, he surrenders and ends up falling in love with you.

——— ——— ★