Bmc/deh X Reader Oneshots

percy jackson au: jared x reader

This shit is going to be VERY interesting because i dont exactly have a plan for this buuuuuut we'll try anyways

They/them pronouns

Your pov

I wandered around the camp I was  now familiar with, seeing all the familar faces as I walked through with my new friends, Michael and Christine.

Michael was a satyr, so he was meant to protect jeremy. Why he isn't doing it right now? I'm not entirely sure. Christine is so one-of-a-kind because a) her mother never wanted to have kids so that makes her special in her in general and b) she's just a quirky gal.

As michael cracked a joke to me and chris, i looked at the training field to see a boy with glasses swordfighting a blonde haired girl.

The boy, who was wearing glasses, was covered in cuts and blood, presumably his own. It was like time slowed down and i could only focus on him, meticulous thinking of his own moves to win in battle. The sweat on his muscles gleamed in the mid-morning sun.

"Y/n? Who are you- ohh i see,"

Michael started,

"That is Jared Kleinman. One of the most desired boys at camp. What makes him so desirable? One of chb's most excellent warriors, he works out, he is flirty in all the right ways, and his mother is a mystery to a lot of people. It isn't every day you hear about a goddess of magic."

Christine laughed at the gay satyr very loudly.

"Well, he isn't desired by everyone, but if you like him, y/n, go talk to him! Well, when he isn't with chloe."

I nodded at the idea but thought of something different.

"I think I want to try something else."

As i finish my sentence, chloe falls to the ground with jared's sword at her throat. She groans, gets up, and storms away. THIS IS MY CHANCE DON'T BE A FUCK UP Y/N.

I run from christine and michael (who are now sitting on a nearby bench and talking, probably about me) and pick up a chestplate and a sword, putting on the chestplate as I walk over to jared.

"Up for another challenger?"

I ask, smirking.

Jared chuckles and spins his sword in his hand. This whole "being brainwired for battle" thing better fucking work with a sword.

"Why not,"

Jared says,

"We have time before lunch. You got a name?"

"Y/n l/n, daughter/son/child of apollo, god of the sun. And you?"

Jared adjusts his glasses before he speaks.

"Jared kleinman. Son of hecate, goddess of magic."

He sticks out his hand for a handshake and i cautiously take it. Surprise binch! Jared pulls me in, facing me towards the ground. I can feel his sword close to the back of my neck. Oh frick no.

I take my sword and clang it against his, pushing myself away and this is where our fight begins.

The next minutes are filled with clangs and crashes, metal on metal. Getting bored with the same crap, i got close to jared and swung my foot at his ankle, grabbing the handle of his sword as he fell. I point both blades towards him as he lays defenseless on the ground. I lower the blades and hear christine and michael cheer in the distance. Holy shit. Did i just beat THE jared kleinman? I should go on a quest or someth-