𝘼 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⁰·¹

Talented ↺

Annabeth rolled her sleeves up to her elbows.

  She was trying, I repeat, trying to cook something for (y/n). Even though she was the one in control of their relationship, and she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, she didn't know how to cook for her life. (y/n) was the one who's good at that.

  Annabeth swore (y/n)'s cooking could make a five star restaurant, without a doubt. She even knew the name, “The gods' taste.” That food would sell like water, she could bet.

  She once ate a recipe of steak he prepared, and she downed it in under five minutes. The way (y/n) prepared everything with such care always made anything taste better.

  She knew she'd never be as good in cooking as her boyfriend.

『••✎••』

  Piper sighed as she saw the perfect eyeliner on (y/n)'s face.

  How can he always do it so flawlessly? she always asked herself.

  She didn't like putting on makeup herself, but (y/n) made everything look prettier. Once, she saw him wearing a cropped top, and he looked like a model. Way better than Piper would ever look.

  She didn't see a kid of Aphrodite that pretty, and she was the head of the cabin.

  She doubted if Aphrodite herself and (y/n) stood side-by-side, (y/n) would still be prettier. That boy was simply a god of fashion.

  He always wore things that looked perfect. His tiny waist and his slender figure was surprisingly fit under all that clothing, and he always made his body look fantastic.

  The hoodies and shirts, with the tone that matched his eyes and made him look even better. The pants, that hugged his hip dips and made the insecurity look more like an attraction on a museum. The shoes that were practical but always so fancy and perfect, she would always see him with a pair of Louis Vuittons, or Nikes.

  She knew the secret that she promised to never tell anyone about, but (y/n) was still a little rebel underneath and stole the shoes. He never got caught doing anything bad, unlike Piper, that got almost arrested for stealing a BMW. (y/n) was a master thief, the Stoll could bow down to his skills with how good he was.

  Once, (y/n) stole her wallet and she didn't notice it until an hour later. He was swift and quick on his feet, so he barely ever made noise when he was coming behind you and pickpocketing all of your personal belongings.

  (y/n) was an orphan, he spent years in the streets and in an orphanage that didn't take care of him any better than the homeless people did, so he grew mostly out of stealing to live, he surely knew what he was doing.

  Piper knew that was a bad trait, but she definitely knew that was hot in specific situations.

  She was always divided in what was hotter, that he could look as beautiful as ever in anything, that he could steal anything, including your heart in a matter of seconds, or that his hands were perfect.

『••✎••』

  Jason wasn't sure what he found skillful in (y/n), but he definitely acknowledged his ability in fighting and ordering people around.

  (y/n) had such a strong and powerful voice, that could possibly match Poseidon's mighty roars. He could make the people around him back down in a simple order, or make people suddenly get courage to fight a 12 foot tall monster.

  (y/n) had the power in his voice. The power to make anyone hear. It was though and stoic.

『••✎••』

  (y/n)'s voice was soft.

  Nico loved falling asleep to (y/n)'s voice, even after they had broken up and Nico already gotten over him twice. Nico would constantly come to Artemis cabin after his boyfriend Will had kept him awake at night playing Mario Kart, and ask for (y/n) to sing him to sleep.

  (y/n) would always grumble and whine about how he didn't like singing, but after a while he would have his guitar playing a soft melody and his voice enchanting Nico to sleep in a lullaby, as Nico laid in one of the free bunks in the cabin.

  It felt nice.

『••✎••』

  Leo knew (y/n) since they were both little, about 5 or 6 years old. Even if (y/n) didn't remember him at all when they first met again personally.

  They always had a small bond with each other. By growing in the States with Latino mothers and thinking the normal way of speaking was interchanging between English, Spanish and sometimes Morse code, they already had things in common.

  Not to mention they were both Demigods. Though (y/n) was much more important and powerful in many ways.

  For starters, Leo was a son of Hephaestus. He had a power rare for most kids of Hephaestus, but he was still quite common. (y/n), on the other hand, was the son of Artemis. The only one alive at this point, he was super rare. (y/n) told him children of Artemis only happened every few centuries, when Artemis found someone really special, like Camilla or some other women around the world, and most of the time the kids weren't claimed or even acknowledged.

  (y/n) was lucky he was even alive at this point, but being claimed by Artemis was certainly the one of the most important things one could do in Camp Half-Blood.

  (y/n) was rare, important. Leo... not so much.

『••✎••』

  Maybe “good at dancing” wasn't something Hazel could say out of herself, but maybe she could say (y/n) was.

  Hazel often saw (y/n), distracted and twirling around to distress. At least he was good on his feet, Hazel was sure of that.

  He wasn't that good when you saw him pratice, but after a while he would be rolling his hips in sync to the beat mindlessly.

  If Hazel didn't know any better, she could say (y/n) was a natural at dancing, but he obviously needed pratice to know a dance.

  He was dedicated, so he would make sure to get the dance right, it didn't matter if he would have to hurt his knees by repeating the dance, or make an effort to be more flexible just to do a leg opening.

  She also loved to see how happy he'd get after he got the dance right. He'd look so cute.

『••✎••』

  Reyna could listen well to her lieutenant, Thalia, but (y/n) was pratically family to Thalia, so he usually got a genuine smile out of her.

  That was the ability she never knew how to do. Thalia was usually strict and harsh, never smiling unless she really wanted to. But with (y/n) was different, she always laughed when he was around, he was like a mood booster for the Hunters.

  Every Hunter loved having him around, even if he was a boy, so he was always welcome to join the hunt when he wished to do so.

  Reyna never knew how he could be like that.