Multi Fandom One Shots

The Power of Love and Water

I'm not Rick Riordan.

Chiron would have been a useful asset in 2020 he would be a one centaur CDC. I'm trying to do justice to an idea in 2nd POV. Pls give feedback. 

-Mystery

Everyone in your family told you that you were gorgeous, absolutely stunning or some other variation of that, yet whenever you went out in public your looks were never complimented. 

You never wore make-up because you didn't like the feel of it on your skin. 

You preferred a more athletic comfortable look. Most days you wore leggings and either a sweatshirt or sometimes a T-Shirt.  

Sometimes before you learned of your heritage you father told you stories upon stories about a boy taken to the human world for his protection. Each time you hear these stories you were utterly enthralled by them. You soaked up every single word until you could recite the stories to yourself. 

When you turned fourteen it turned out that your best friend Grover Underwood had goat legs. Grover told you stories about his best friend Percy Jackson, but when you got to Camp Half-Blood, you didn't expect your heart to skip a few beats when you looked upon the Son of Poseidon. 

His black hair in a windswept adorable mess. His tan perfect even though in the middle of winter -as it was now- it is almost impossible to keep a tan. His deep-sea green eyes that you could swim in forever and ever. He wore a Camp Half-Blood shirt that showed off his muscles and beach shorts that showed his perfect legs. 

You didn't know at the time, but Percy was thinking the same things about you. He had found you attractive not just because of your heritage but because you didn't seem cocky about your looks, but instead you didn't seem to know that you were beautiful. Even in the sweatshirt and legging ensemble you choose to wear on the cold winter day. The sweatshirt was not overly baggy, and the tights were not overly tight. 

At the campfire that night of course, your mother just had to trade your comfortable clothes for an elegant white dress with gold accents and trade your loose hair for a curly half up half down look with a crown of braids. Your mother added just enough makeup to make your natural beauty pop. 

"All hail Julia Lovelock, Daughter of Aphrodite," Chiron said while bowing. The whole camp joined in on the bow. It was of course tradition when a new demigod is claimed. 

The hair and makeup your mother gave you didn't go away for another week. Luckily, you were able to change out of the dress. 

"Wow! Girl you are stunning," your sister Silena told you. 

"Um...thank you," you replied a little flustered. Many times, by your family you were called stunning, and you always brushed it off but when your sisters and brothers said it you got a little flustered. 

You quickly learned that most of the kids at the camp thought that children of Aphrodite were not interested in fighting. The kids in cabin ten were interested in protecting their camp but preferred to go about it in a different way. You decided you wanted to learn how to use a dagger and to get better with a bow. 

For about a year before you discovered your heritage you had been on an archery team, so your archery skills were not bad but definitely not up to par with an Apollo kid. 

Annabeth gave you lessons on how to use the dagger which apparently didn't help deter the boys who tried to woo you. If anything, it made them worse. Apparently, lots of boys at the camp find beautiful, scary, and capable women hot. 

You had at least two friends at camp and one best friend. Your best friend was none other than Percy Jackson and your two other friends were Annabeth Chase and Grover.