PJO/HOO Imagines/One shots/ Preferences

Connor Stoll

Dedicated to - @Kdypk05

+Just Teasing+

You didn't trust yourself to open the cabin door.

This was the 6th day of your relentless war with the Stoll brothers and it was getting to the point where you could walk nowhere without being dunked in some slimy goo or foul smelling substance. Some were even fairly life threatening such as the boxing glove they'd set up for you by your bunk (unfortunately for him, Percy, your brother, found out it was there the hard way).

Of course, you'd retaliated with an equal amount of effort and they'd had their fair share of unfortunate pranks that had left them in very awkward situations.

It was war.

"Percy!" You hissed to your brother who was walking round the edge of Cabin 3 with Annabeth.

"What?" He demanded, breaking off the conversation they were having.

You pointed at the door sheepishly.

He rolled his eyes knowing immediately what you were getting at. Grumbling slightly, he trudged over and joined you.

"Stand back." He sighed. He inched the door open, ducking out the way of any buckets. Nothing.

He opened the door wider.

Still nothing.

"(Y/N)... there's nothing here..." He deadpanned, examining the room.

As suspicious as you were, you thanked him and promised him you'd meet him and Annabeth and the pavilion in 5 minutes.

Upon entering your cabin, you realised he was right. The Stolls really hadn't left any booby traps.

You grabbed your small water gun from under your pillow and tucked it into the waistline of your shorts.

There is no way in the Underworld they were going to catch you off guard again.

Entering the pavilion, you searched for the two troublemakers and sure enough, from the opposite end, you could make out two cheeky, irritating faces watch you walk towards the Poseidon table to sit with Percy.

After dinner had finished, you joined Jason and Piper to walk to the campfire.

"Hem hem..." A voice you recognised only too well coughed.

"What do you want Stoll?" You sighed, turning around impatiently.

"Just checking up on my special little trout." Connor grinned cheekily, pinching your cheek.

You swatted him away.

"Ha... ha, funny... you're killing me." You said sarcastically, folding your arms.

"That's me! A lady killer!" He smirked, high fiving Travis.

"You are literally the most annoying person I can fathom..." You deadpanned.

You were greeted with a spray of useless water from Travis.

"What in Zeus's name was that supposed to achieve?!" You demanded, annoyance creeping into your voice.

Travis stood sheepishly with a water pistol in his hand while Connor was face palming at his brother's stupidity.

"Dude, bloody stick to the plan next time!" Connor sighed with an air of exasperation about him. "There is a reason we never used water in the bucket pranks! She's a freakin' daughter of Poseidon."

"Oh yeah..." Travis realised, taking a nervous step back.

"You two are literally the biggest idiots I have ever met." You sighed, pulling out your own water gun. You knew you might need it. "Nice try,"