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THE PROPHECY | LUKE CASTELLAN

synopsis: series of events between zeus!reader and luke that started the prophecy. not canon-compliant; inspired by the prophecy by taylor swift.

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I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope. A greater woman wouldn't beg but I looked to the sky and said "Please."

The first time you burned offerings, you had hope that your father would acknowledge you. It was the day after you got to Camp Half-Blood. You burned your entire plate of food, choosing to starve for the night, in hopes that your father would offer his condolences. Perhaps, he'd empathize with you. You both lost someone, after all, you a sister and he a child.

But nothing happened. You thought you did it wrong, that your father just didn’t hear your prayers– he wasn’t ignoring you, of course not, what parent would ignore their grieving child? You stayed up the entire night reading ancient texts, knocking on the doors of cabins to speak to head counselors for guidance. You were too naive about this life to notice the pity in their eyes then. None of them had the heart to tell you that your father wouldn't show mercy, at least not in the way you wanted him to. They never did.

You tried again the next day, only to be met with the same fate. But Luke, who had heard of your attempts, saved half of the food he was given and knocked on the door of the lonely Zeus cabin to share it with you. He'd gotten in trouble for not burning an offering that day, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let you go to bed hungry two nights in a row.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, then years, your offerings began to get smaller and smaller, until finally, prayers became more of a chore, a thing to check off on your to-do list. It stopped meaning something. It was three years of unanswered, half-hearted, prayers.

Luke stumbled into Camp Half-Blood midday. A large gash was across his face, blood staining his skin. He was clutching his side, shirt nearly ripped to shreds, similar to how his skin was raw and frayed under his clothes. He'd used all his strength to carry himself into camp before falling to his knees when his eyes finally found you in the chaos of it all.

He said your name once, voice hoarse and scratchy like Ladon clawed his way inside Luke, ripping out his vocal cords, not sparing a part of him from destruction. When he finally collapsed, you ran to him, smearing the red of his blood all over your own clothes, as the Apollo kids pried you away from him.

For the first time in three years, you were going to bed hungry again. The charred remnants of what would've been your dinner created a foul scent in the air. Luke’s blood was still lodged beneath your fingertips, staining your hands even after you’ve rubbed them raw. It made you sick.

"Dad," You pleaded, watching the smoke fade into the night sky. Your tears were flowing down your face, chest heaving as you ignored the distant sounds of the campers you were meant to be looking after. "I haven't asked you for anything in years, but now I'm asking you this. They can't take him. Please, not Luke."

For a moment the world seemed to still. The clouds in the sky disappeared, specks of white faded into the midnight blue. You turned around, looking for a sign of life somewhere, anywhere. There was nothing but silence, no sounds of owls hooting in conversation, no whistles of the air, no chatter of the few kids who stayed at camp.

When the flame in front of you extinguished with a whoosh, the darkness engulfed you, leaving nothing but the thin light illuminated by the moon. Black smoke rose from the pit as you looked up to the sky, "Please."

A flash of light vanished as quickly as it came. There appeared a ragged line perfectly between the peaks of the mountains, bright white, leaving a haze of silver in your vision. Then a rumble of the earth, shaking the ground your knees were glued to. Lighting and thunder. A sign that Zeus had heard you.

A high-pitched noise rang across the world, different frequencies like it was caused by more than just one thing. The noise made you cover your ears with your open palms, groaning as you fell over by the sheer power of it. Then the world resumed, like what you just witnessed, what you just experienced, was a glitch in the fabric of time.

Your offerings were nothing but ashes now and the clouds returned to the sky, this time carrying the weight of water as droplets fell on your bare skin. You stood up, rushing to the infirmary, barely beating the relentless storm that was brewing.

Lee Fletcher turned around at the sudden intrusion, eyes wide in shock for the second time that night. You stood at the door, trying to catch your breath. He smiled at you, as he took two steps to the left, then disappeared in the other room. Luke was propped on his bed, shoulders hunched over as he touched the bandages on his face. As if he felt your presence, he turned his head, wincing at the pain that shot up his spine when he overextended. Even with one eye taped shut, you saw his gaze soften.

His voice came out as a whisper, barely audible, but you still heard it. "Hey, you."

Your body seemed to have a mind of its own. If it wasn't for the sounds of your footsteps pounding against the wooden floors, if it wasn't for your hands reaching over to touch Luke's face, warmth spreading against your skin to anchor you, to show you that he's really there in front of you, you wouldn't have believed that this was real.

The gods were cruel sometimes. They messed with your head until you were questioning your own sanity. At first, you thought this was one of their games, one of the things they did to toy with mortals for their own entertainment. Perhaps, Luke wasn’t really here; But then you felt it– his heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Home. This was real.

"You're okay," You cried, hands grazing over every part of his body. You tried to ignore the raised flesh under the bandages, running across large expanses of his skin. The scars were still fresh, blotches of red marking the white cloth. "You're okay."

"I'm okay," He repeated, a side smile appearing on his face. His hands gripped your waist, needing to feel you just as much as you needed to feel him. Luke wanted to tell you that all he thought of was you the whole time. Even when the sides of his vision darkened, and all he could do was drag himself through the familiar neck of the Montauk woods, it was the image of you that he kept chasing.

You, waiting for him under the shade of Thalia’s tree. You, shaking him awake in the Hermes cabin to start your rounds around camp. You, smiling at him like there was something worth living for in this life. You.

Luke wanted to tell you that it was the promise of spending life with you, even if he was nothing more than your best friend to you, that kept him hanging onto the thread of life. If he survived this, he swore to himself that he'd tell you how he truly felt about you. He couldn't die without you knowing.

"I shouldn't have lied to you," You said, "I should've told you to stay like I wanted to."

Luke shook his head, "This isn't on you. I wasn't fit to go on this quest. I failed."

"You're the strongest person I know, Luke."

"This wasn't a test of strength," He snarled. Luke always got like this when he talked about things related to his father and the gods. Resentment dripped from his voice like honey. It wasn't a tone you were too familiar with because he never spoke to you like this. "I was right. This was a test of something else. He sent me on this quest to fail... and I fell for it."

Luke did things with conviction. He was born to be a leader and it showed. He never cowered from a challenge. He held his head high, even when things didn't go his way. He learned from his mistakes and he made sure it would never happen again.

But sometimes, in the rare moments where the pain of failure pierces his heart, he turns into the little boy you once met. The same one who did things for the approval of his father. The same one who defied the odds and fell into the traps of the insincerity of the gods. The same one who blamed himself for not being good enough– not good enough to save his mother from the Oracle, not good enough to save his friend, not good enough to warrant more than two sentences from his father.

You always said that you and Luke were two sides of the same coin, both burdened by the feeling of knowing you should’ve done more, but differed in the way you went about life. Luke welcomed his responsibilities, fueled by his search for glory, while you shied away from this life as much as you could.

Your mouth felt dry as the heavy raindrops trickled against the window pane, "I'm glad you're still here."

"I couldn't leave you here on your own," He replied, voice dropping to a whisper. His hands tugged you closer to him. You let him wrap his arms around you, feeling his heart against your chest. "Can I tell you something?"

"Always."

"I–" This was it. He couldn't wait anymore, not when he faced death and all he could think of was how his heart would ache, longing for you, until your time came to join him in the afterlife. Even on the brink of his demise, all he could think of was you. He wasn’t afraid of dying, he was afraid of being in Elysium without you. Would it even be a paradise if you weren’t there?

Luke's words got caught in his throat. His confidence was at an all-time low. If you rejected him now, he doesn't think he'd be able to bear it. He didn't think he could handle the thought of facing the repercussions of this failed quest without you by his side. He cleared his throat, "I-I'm tired. Will you stay here tonight?"

You nodded, running your hands through his hair as you gently laid him down on the bed, careful not to put pressure on his wounds. You kept your distance, afraid to cause more harm than good, but Luke was not having any of it. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his weak body. He couldn’t move much in fear that he’d tear his skin even more with any slight movement, but that was the least of his worries. In fact, he had no worries now.

He made it to Camp Half-Blood, alive, albeit a failure, but he was with you. There were no worries in the world anymore.

“Luke?” You whispered. You turned to face him, recognizing the face you’ve grown to love even in the darkness of the cabin. The flashes of lightning illuminated his face every so often. Despite all of this, he still looked beautiful. Your Luke always did.

“Hm?” He hummed, eye fluttering open at the sound of your voice. The noise of the storm was drowned out by your soft breaths against his cheek, warm and comforting. “What is it?”

“You know I love you, right?” You professed, reaching up to touch the uncovered side of his face. He melted into your touch, feeling safe and seen in such a small action. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t make it.”

“You should know by now that I’ll never leave you,” He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “I’ll be kicking and screaming if they ever try to keep me away from you. They’ll have to send more than one dragon to keep me from you.”

You laughed, “You’re insane, you know that?.”

“I know,” He looked down at your lips. You’d both been in situations like this before, caught in the magnetic pull of each other, but had enough strength to pull away before either of you could do anything that would lead to regret. “For the record, I love you, too.”

“Do you?” You breathed out, wondering if he understood your question. You said it to each other often. You both let it linger in the air, subtext and unsaid words on the tips of your tongues. “Do you love me?”

The way you were looking at him made his heart race. Is it the right time to tell you everything? Is it too soon? Will you think that he was just saying these things because of what happened? Would you trust him if he told you that he loved you in every way that a person could ever love another?

If he asked you if you trusted him with your life, you’d say yes with no hesitation. You’d trusted him with your life since you first met him. All his life, Luke had been taught to be wary of the people he met, but not when he met you. It was like you saw right through him. You understood him like nobody he’d ever met.

“I love you,” He said, hoping that it was enough to show you. If he had his way, he would let you peek into his mind, his soul, and his heart, just so you’d see that all of him yearned for you.

“Do you–” You paused, tilting your head to brush your lips against his. The storm began to calm outside. “Do you love me like this?”

Luke’s grip on your waist tightened, hands burning against the exposed flesh on your lower back, “Yes. Always.”

You sighed, placing your lips on his. You felt Luke shiver at the feeling. His lips moved against your own in a gentle kiss, innocent and kind. The rain ceased. You pulled away from him, continuing to trace patterns on his skin. Luke’s face relaxed as he held you in his arms, letting the tiredness in his bones win.

When the both of you woke the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the curtains, with no traces of last night’s storm to be seen.

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LOML

luke castellan x fem!reader

angst, angst, angst. mini blurb to help me get my flow back :) based off of LOML by Taylor Swift.

Percy Jackson isn’t sure what’s worse. Luke’s betrayal, or the look on your face when you find out. He’s sure he’ll get nightmares about it.

You’d had a wide smile on your face, the woven flower crown in your hair hinting that you’d just been out at the flower fields with your siblings.

You’d been called to help patch up Percy after what you had been told was a fight, but the somber energy in the room immediately told you something was off. It was too suspicious to have Chiron, Mr. D, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover all in the room for what was supposed to simply be slapping on a band-aid.

The smile on your face fell, and was instead replaced with a subtle frown. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you crossed your arms over your chest uncomfortably. “Is something wrong?” You asked, eyeing everyone in the room.

Percy swallowed and hesitantly glanced to Annabeth, who already had the remnants of tears in her eyes. And if the glossiness told him anything, it was that she was about to burst out crying again. Not that he could blame her.

He watched your frown grow as recognition flashed across your face. You and Luke always had been so in tune to each others emotions, he’s honestly surprised you didn’t notice the lack of his presence earlier.

“Y/N-” Chiron started, but you interrupted him. “Where’s Luke?”

Silence.

Percy didn’t believe in soulmates. It’s weird, because after finding out about greek gods and mythological beings being real, you’d think soulmates wouldn’t be that far off the table. But, they were.

But you and Luke had something Percy could tell was special. It wasn’t just a relationship - it was like a sacred bond bestowed upon the two of you by the gods themselves. Wherever Luke was, you’d be sure to follow, and vice versa. Fuck, you’d practically finish each other’s sentences as corny as that sounded.

That’s why he was so confused Luke would throw it all away so easily.

“Y/N…” Mr. D started, and Percy was sure it was the most emotion he’d ever even seen from him. You immediately began shaking your head, hands trembling as you stared at the ground. “Where is he?” You questioned again.

More silence followed, and Percy knew no one wanted to answer you, and he could understand why. Still, he took a breath and forced himself to look up at you. “He’s gone.”

It was like the five stages of grief flashed in your eyes simultaneously - merging together but still so distinguishable.

“No, he’s not.” You whimpered, “He’s in his cabin. I just saw him barely an hour ago-”

“He tried to kill Percy,” Annabeth finally breathed out. “He wants to overthrow the gods.”

You shook your head, a disbelieving laugh leaving your lips as you ran a trembling hand through your hair, moving up the white flower crown until it was lopsided on your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said through gritted teeth, “Luke wouldn’t do that. I know him. I know him. He wouldn’t. It must’ve been- been a shapeshifter or something. I mean, with all the other monsters out there there has to be a shapeshifter right? Yeah. That’s all it was. It wasn’t Luke.”

Percy squeezed the table in front of him until his knuckles were white, doing his best to choke down his tears. It was a tempting idea, one that he’d have no problem believing if it hadn’t been for the look in Luke’s eyes. No monster could recreate that kind of rage.

“It was him,” Percy spoke up, “I know it was.”

“You don’t know anything!” You yelled, eyes wild and skin paling, “You don’t know Luke like I do! He wouldn’t do this! Sure, he gets mad at the gods sometimes, but don’t we all? It doesn’t mean we’re gonna up and start a whole rebellion!”

Grover attempted to reach out to you, tears forming in his dark eyes, “I know it’s hard-” He attempted, but you practically jumped away from him. “Don’t touch me.” You growled lowly, pointing an accusing finger in his face. Grover didn’t argue.

Everyone in the room stared at you in pity, and it made you sick. You’d show them. Luke was in his cabin right now, probably trying to sleep or playing with one of the younger campers. Because that’s what Luke does - that’s the Luke you know.

You were the love of his life. He’d told you just two days ago during a secret picnic on the beach way past your curfew. You’d choked up, but told him the same through your tears. Luke had kissed you so hard you swore you were seeing stars, and you remember thinking this kiss had felt different than all the others. Almost desperate, like he was trying to grasp onto something he knew he was losing.

No.

Luke was in his cabin.

You’d left the Big House without even a grunt, practically sprinting across camp to the Hermes cabin. You didn’t care about the weird looks the stragglers were giving you, didn’t care about the soft ache in your legs. You needed to see Luke. Needed to feel him. Needed to intertwine your souls again.

You were panting by the time you reached it, throwing the doors open and looking around wildly. “Luke?” You called, voice breaking a bit as you did.

“Y/N?” someone said, you didn’t know their name. Or maybe you did. You honestly couldn’t remember right now, the only thing running through your mind was Luke.

“Have you seen Luke?” You asked.

The camper shook her head, blonder hair falling in front of her face as she did. “Hey, are you okay-”

You were gone before she could even finish her sentence. You spent hours searching for him, like he was a pair of house keys you’d lost and desperately needed in order to go home.

The moon was high into the sky by the time you stop, your vision blurry with tears and muscles burning. You’d even prayed to your father at some point - which was something you rarely ever did.

You fall to your knees in the grass, hand clutching at the golden bracelet on your wrist. Like had given it to you two nights ago on the beach, embroided in it were the letters “LOML.”

He’dtold you it was because you were the love of his life, but right now in this moment, with your chest puffing and knees weak, you think it may stand for something else.

Because while you may be the love of Luke Castellan’s life, he was the loss of yours.

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COMPLICATED

LUST — part iv of we'll write sins like tragedies

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 8.9k summary: the lives of demigods are never simple. why would your relationship with luke be any different? or: four moments of tension + one moment of release. featuring a trip to montauk with percy, grover, and annabeth warnings: a decent amount of reader backstory (mention of dad having cancer); multiple POVs (percy, grover, annabeth, luke, reader - obv nothing suggestive/smutty until luke and reader POV); luke + reader get into arguments and are v stressed so their relationship is a bit strained; reader has tattoos; reader is on birth control; rough smut (protected + unprotected p in v, oral f+m receiving, biting, scratching, slight choking, slight breeding kink, etc...); also slight dark + possessive luke! (18 + MDNI); major angst — we all know how this story ends ;( author's note: this was meant to be a blurb but...here we are! this is basically another chapter of my spill ur guts series lol. i've been gone for much longer than i planned to, but hope u enjoy possibly the angstiest, smuttiest thing i've written so far ♡

♪ "complicated" by avril lavigne

in the span of a few minutes, percy went from pure joy — being greeted with cheers from all the campers was great, sure, but truthfully the hug from annabeth alone sent him to elysium — to feeling like his heart dropped all the way to tartarus.

which is definitely not a place percy ever wants to visit again. he was happy to be back at camp with his friends, knowing that his quest was completed, his mom was safe in new york, and a war between the gods was prevented.

it should be over….but there’s something in the back of percy’s mind that’s telling him it isn’t. seeing a certain someone in the crowd earlier didn’t do anything to ease that feeling.

"can someone explain to me why clarisse is still here?"

you raise an eyebrow at luke, and he shrugs in response. it seems neither of you had decided who should break the news, and neither of you seem particularly excited to do so, even after dragging percy, along with annabeth and grover, into the empty hermes cabin for some privacy.

after another beat of silence, you take the lead.

“look, kid, i know you and clarisse got off to a rocky start —”

“she tried to drown me, and then basically kill me during capture the flag,” percy points out. he hears an ocean roaring at the memory, but that could have also been from his duel with clarisse’s dad, the god of war, more recently.

a duel that percy had won, for the record. luke trained him well.

“and i’m not defending that,” you clarify. “i’m just saying that we’ve known clarisse for much longer. she’s not perfect, maybe a bit aggressive sometimes — trust me, she and i have had some major disagreements, too — but i can’t see her doing something like this.”

“why would anyone at camp want to steal the bolt? to join kronos’ army against the gods?” annabeth wonders. to herself or to the group, percy isn’t sure, but he has a feeling that the wheels in her mind are turning.

“revenge, maybe?” grover suggests.

almost instinctively, grover glances at you, and so does annabeth. percy wants to kick himself for doing the same.

with you being the daughter of nemesis, he imagines that it's not the first time you’d been blamed for something just because of who you are. it’s a feeling percy knows all too well. and, for better or for worse, like percy, it seems like you’re not one to accept these things without a fight.

you straighten your shoulders, ready to snap back, but before you can, luke declares:

“it’s not her.”

he then knocks the toe of his shoe against your combat boot. you smile and return the gesture. the tension eases out of the room.

for a second, percy wonders if he’ll ever have someone like that: someone to defend like it’s second nature, to share that sort of secret language with, to smile at him like nothing else in the world matters.

according to annabeth, the two of you weren’t technically dating — but percy is pretty sure that aphrodite is swooning over you.

“see, grove? if camp half-blood’s golden boy can vouch for me, then i’m in the clear.” your tone is playful enough — no hard feelings — but the tips of grover’s ears still turn red. “i didn’t steal the bolt. sure, the gods and titans can tear each other apart for all i care — "

annabeth stiffens at your bold statement, and grover starts to nervously chew on an empty diet coke can he had stashed in his pocket. luke watches you with the hint of a smile on his face, and percy —

well, percy can’t help but admire you even more.

"— but it's everything else that i have an issue with.”

“everything else?”

you look at percy like the answer is obvious.

“when have the gods ever fought their battles without us as collateral damage? doesn’t seem worth it to me, to betray my friends.”

that itch in the back of percy’s brain gets harder to ignore.

“the oracle warned me, betrayed by a friend.”

“prophecies don't always come true,” annabeth reminds him. “at least not in the way we expect them to.”

“annie is right,” luke adds, nodding at his sister. “mine didn't. the oracle said i would die a hero.”

you turn to luke then, your eyebrows furrowed.

“what? you never told me that.”

“it doesn’t matter,” luke insists. “my point is that i came back from my joke of a quest, alive and a definitely not a hero —”

“fuck what the oracle said.” you roll your eyes. “dead or alive, you are a hero, tiger.”

you move to place a hand on luke’s arm. to percy’s surprise, though, luke brushes you off.

“i’m not a hero. at least not the one my dad expects me to be.”

again, percy is taken aback by how luke snapped, at you of all people. you huff, and percy can tell that you’re a bit agitated now, too.

“okay, but that doesn’t mean —”

“my point is.” luke turns to percy, effectively blocking your presence for the time being. “you completed your quest, fought a god, and stalled kronos’ plan. you’ve been through it — all three of you have — but now you’re back. let’s just enjoy the rest of our summer, yeah? whatever happened out there, whatever the oracle said, it’s in the past.”

percy wants to believe luke, he really does. one glance in your direction, and it seems like you do, too.

deep down, though, percy isn’t entirely convinced. there’s that dread in the pit of his stomach, that voice in the back of his head. something in him, warning that this isn’t quite over. the worst has yet to come.

he wonders if — or maybe just hopes — you feel the same.

—

ii.

if you of all people can’t get luke’s attention, grover is pretty sure that the world is ending.

“luke,” you try again, foregoing your usual nickname for him. your arms are crossed and you tap your foot against the floor. it makes grover slightly anxious, feeling your frustration threaten to boil over.

“i’m busy,” he grunts, and flips over another page, scribbling something on the other side.

“grover wanted to talk to us about something.”

“i-it’s fine, we don’t have to —”

“no, it’s a good idea, grove,” you insist. you smile at grover then. he remembers that, despite the deadly glares you can deliver, like the one you were just giving luke, you have a gentle core. you just guard it behind sharp edges.

“tell him that i’ll talk to him later.”

“or, you could tell him yourself,” you huff. grover waves awkwardly, even though luke doesn’t realize what’s happening. “he’s right next to me.”

luke looks up briefly, and then back down at the pages in front of him just as quick. he looks tired, exhausted even.

“sorry, man. didn’t see you there. i gotta finish these reports.”

“no worries. i tend to be quiet on my hooves.”

in the moment of silence that follows, and with luke still not giving you the attention you’re asking for, you walk over to the desk where luke is working. what you see seems to make you even more annoyed than before.

“these reports are for september. why in the name of nemesis are you filling them out now?”

“i just want to be prepared.”

“prepared for what?”

luke hesitates. “just….the future.”

“oh!” you laugh, sharp and sarcastic. “i didn’t realize that the future required you to neglect your friends.”

“i’m trying to help my friends,” luke huffs. he taps his pen impatiently against the desk. “if you didn’t keep interrupting me —”

“oh my fucking gods — ”

grover watches the two of you argue. it had been easier to step in whenever something bubbled up between annabeth and percy, because they were just kids. but you and luke — you were adults.

when grover met luke for the first time, he was already taking on way too much responsibility for a kid — keeping thalia and annabeth alive, protecting them from monsters, taking care of them. in a lot of ways, those responsibilities didn’t go away: as a senior counselor and resident older brother, a hero for the older campers to admire and the younger kids to aspire to be. camp half-blood’s golden boy, as you liked to call him.

and, like you, luke is good at hiding. for him, its heavy burdens behind easy-going smiles.

lately, though, those smiles seem to be strained, his shoulders slowly bending under the weight of it all. the other day, grover asked you if everything was okay with luke. you had looked back at him sadly, shrugged, and said you didn’t know.

that’s when grover decided that everyone just needs a break — an escape. he had been sensing that things weren’t quite right with the others, too. percy seems a little on edge, and so does annabeth.

then, of course, there was you and luke. finding out that the two of you had actually started dating was huge news for someone like grover who had painstakingly watched the two of you dance around your feelings for years. so, it was more than a little weird that you’d barely been speaking this past week. the rare occasion you did was tense at best, and explosive at worst.

like now, when you pick up one of the reports luke was working on, and threaten to burn it. luke dares you to do so, even suggests, albeit sarcastically, that you use it as your next offering to the gods.

“oh, a handwritten document from luke castellan himself? they would love that,” you snort. “admit it: you’re doing all of mr. d’s work just to suck up to some gods who don’t even give a shit about any of this. you’re practically olympus’ lapdog.”

luke, blushing a furious shade of red, gets up and yanks the paper from your hand.

“at least my parent is important enough to actually have a seat on olympus and an actual cabin for his kids to stay in.”

you look like you could just about throw luke into a fire, and vice versa. grover had never seen the two of you like this, but it made sense: each of you knowing just where, and how, to hurt the other.

and, he thinks it’s about time to step in before the damage is irreversible. so, grover starts slowly clapping. the clapping gets faster, and he manages to get through the first few lines of the consensus song before you stop him.

“alright, alright,” you sigh. you push past luke, steal his chair, and put your feet up on the desk. luke scowls at you, but you put your hands up in surrender and jut your chin out towards grover. “just listen to what grover has to say and then we’ll let you get back to your precious reports.”

grover tells luke his idea. luke actually agrees, and grover can’t help but feel a little bit of a victory.

he’s a protector, after all. it’s his job to make sure you’re all alive and happy and thriving. and not burnt to a crisp over some petty argument.

—

iii.

annabeth had missed home when she was away on their quest, but being back and seeing everyone being taught to worship the gods without question, to believe that the only things that matter are power and glory….well, after everything that happened, after percy, annabeth can’t just go back to doing the same. at least not entirely.

all this to say, she was totally on board with grover’s idea: the five of you, renting a cabin in montauk to get away from camp for a bit.

unfortunately, the trip starts off less than ideally. you and luke bicker the entire way here — and not the playful jabs you usually throw at each other.

annabeth remembers the first time she saw you together. it was during breakfast, their first morning at camp half-blood. annabeth had spent the night trying not to cry over thalia, and already missing luke even though he was only a few cabins away. she was still a kid, surrounded by strangers, told that she was safe now, but didn’t quite believe it yet. one look to luke at the hermes table, and annabeth could tell he felt the same way, too — not quite settled in this new place that was supposed to be home, and with these people who were supposed to be family.

she watched as the hermes table went to burn offerings to the gods. when they sat down again, luke looked even more unsettled than before.

but then, you leaned in and whispered something in luke’s ear, and he actually laughed, just a bit, which was a nice change of pace. luke was always the one making annabeth and thalia laugh when they were running from monsters, always the one trying to keep everything together with a smile or a joke.

as she devoured her breakfast, annabeth couldn’t help but keep glancing at the two of you. she heard warnings from her half-siblings, about your mother being the goddess of revenge, and you living up to that name.

luke either didn't know, or didn't care about whatever reputation you had. sitting there, next to you, annabeth didn’t think she’d ever seen luke so, genuinely happy, so at ease.

all these years later, neither you nor luke seemed particularly happy. you’re obviously avoiding each other, and annabeth doesn’t understand why.

you and luke are a new puzzle that she can’t wait to solve.

annabeth had finished constructing the most elaborate sandcastle in history, just for percy to accidentally splash it when he was trying to surf a wave; so she decides that playtime is over. it’s time to figure out what exactly is going on between you and luke.

luke is in the cabin doing gods know what. you're on the deck painting your nails, so annabeth decides to start gathering information from you, first.

“hey." you finish painting your pinky a dark purple, and set the bottle down next to you. "having fun?”

annabeth nods once and sits next to you. she asks if you could paint her nails, and you pull out a bottle of silver polish you said you thought she might like.

as you work, careful with each stroke of polish, annabeth surveys the tattoos on your skin. you’re wearing a bikini top, so there are some that she’s seeing for the first time. there's one of a knife on your sternum, and annabeth distinctly remembers seeing a similar one peeking from underneath the collar of luke’s shirt. she wonders when you got it, if you had to travel to a tattoo parlour in the city, how many other adventures you'd gone on without having to consult the oracle beforehand.

maybe that’s a good place to start.

“have you ever thought about leaving camp? like, long term?"

"sometimes," you admit. "it would be nice to have some normal early-twenties experiences."

"would you go to school?"

you smile as you keep painting annabeth’s nails. “maybe. i might have seen legally blonde too many times, but i think about law school sometimes.”

“what about luke?”

your smile fades at the question. “i...i don’t know." your once precise nail-painting falters, and you mumble a curse when a drop of silver lands on annabeth's skin. you swipe it away before continuing. "luke's one of those people i can't really see away from camp half-blood for too long; pretty sure it would burn down without him. there's a reason he feels responsible for everyone there...in a way i respect, obviously, but, it's not the same for me. nobody needs me."

"luke needs you."

you sigh, and annabeth wonders if you even realize how you shake your head slightly. she thinks you're about to disagree with her, but instead you ask:

“what's this about, annie? are you thinking about your dad’s offer?”

and annabeth’s completely thrown off her line of inquiry.

“how did you —”

“perce told me that you’ve been talking about staying with him for the year,” you explain. you gesture at annabeth to give you her other hand, and she complies. the silver polish on the hand you just finished glitters in the sun.

“well, nothing’s confirmed.”

you look up at annabeth, one eyebrow raised. “it's okay, you know — if you just wanna….be a kid for a bit.”

annabeth is silent, prompting you to ask another question.

"what's holding you back?"

“well….at first, i thought it would be a definite no,” annabeth admits. “obviously, it didn’t work out last time. i don’t know if i want to risk it again — if i can trust him, you know? how do i know he actually cares — that he’ll be there for me when i need him?”

“you don’t.” you pause for a second. “but i’m gonna tell you a story that i think might help.”

you're done painting her nails, so you put everything away. you sit cross-legged next to annabeth, looking out at the ocean.

“my dad never wanted me to go to camp. he wanted to raise me in the city, just like he’d grown up. he’d take me to rock concerts all the time. i was so young, he’d make me wear earmuffs and carry me on his shoulders so that i could still see the band.” you smile softly at the memory. “and then….my dad got sick, he couldn’t take care of me, and monsters started to show up, so he brought me to camp for safe keeping."

"you've told me all this," annabeth remarks.

you start fiddling with your camp necklace. annabeth isn't used to seeing you so unsure, so nervous; it throws her off even more.

"what i haven't told you is that even when my dad got better, he….he didn’t give me a choice of where to stay.”

"oh," is all annabeth can say.

“yeah, oh," you scoff, but there’s not really any malice behind it. you seem…sad. defeated, almost. your fingers move to play with the hem of your shorts, which causes the fresh nail polish to smudge. you don’t seem too concerned about that at the moment, though. "i told everyone that i chose to stay. the truth is that i stayed because my dad didn't want me anymore. he said that the universe gave him a second chance, so he wanted to live his life without having to worry about monster attacks or taking care of his teenage daughter."

annabeth wonders if luke knows the truth about this; though, considering how difficult it seems for you to admit, she doubts it.

before, annabeth had a theory that you decided to stay at camp because of luke.

luke was away when you got the news that your dad was in remission. annabeth remembers how happy you were, how excited you were to be back in the city and living with your dad again. you started packing right away.

when luke came back from his failed quest, you had just gone into the city the day before, having promised to visit in the summer and stay in touch. someone – chris maybe, or beckendorf — must have called you, told you what happened, because you came back to camp right away, your bag still fully packed. you never left again.

"that sucks."

“yeah.” you let out a hollow, breathy laugh. “and, i was angry at first. of course i was. but now, i don’t know. i think that maybe my dad does care about me. like, he still sends me mixtapes with old punk rock songs he thinks i’d like. he actually calls me on my birthday, and we have a 3 minute conversation about nothing important."

"right…" annabeth furrows her brows. this conversation had definitely not gone as planned. "no offense, but what's —"

"i'm getting to the point," you tell her, bumping your shoulder against hers. "i realized that sometimes people can only love us in a way that works for them — and it sucks. it really, really sucks. but then sometimes…. sometimes people do actually try. and, i don’t know, it seems like maybe your dad is willing to try.”

“so you think i should take him up on his offer.”

the sun starts to set. you get up, brush sand off your legs.

“i think it's time for a swim. i also think that you’re smart enough to know what’s best for you, and who deserves a second chance. just know that whatever you decide — we’ll be there for you.”

you leave without another word, but with the return of your usual confident smile, off to the shore to take advantage of the last bits of daylight.

"she's right, annabeth." luke appears a few seconds later, takes the spot next to annabeth you had just occupied.

annabeth hums.

"how much of that did you hear?"

luke doesn't answer. he just stares at your form, disappearing in the distance and diving under the waves.

—

iv.

you clear your throat and luke turns around to see you freshly showered. you’re wearing a pair of shorts and one of the oversized band tees the two of you constantly exchange. you've lost track of whose is whose at this point.

luke resists the urge to shamelessly check out your legs, and turns his back towards you once again. that bikini top you were wearing earlier was bad enough. thankfully, the heat from the stove was enough to cover up his blushing cheeks at the sight of your exposed skin.

“i thought we were ordering pizza,” you say, moving to peer over his shoulder, chin hovering just above. luke had the sense that you were avoiding physical contact, and as much as it drives him crazy, he knows that he’s the one who’d dug his own grave. pushing you away and whatnot.

“didn’t know that you knew how to cook.”

“not much,” luke shrugs. he keeps stirring the vegetables — broccoli and carrots and baby corn. he’ll add the red peppers once the broccoli turns green so that they don’t become too soft. he’s pretty sure that’s how he remembers it going.

“i could have helped you.” you reach over and hand him the peppers right on time. you shift to lean your back against the counter next to the stove, arms crossed over your chest and eyes following luke.

luke throws in the chicken he cooked earlier, and then the sauce he had also mixed. he waits a few seconds, lets the sound of everything sizzling fill the space between you.

“it’s an easy recipe.” luke turns off the stove to punctuate his point.

and it had to be. something quick he’d make with his mom after she had one of her episodes, before waking up and realizing that she had a son to feed. the sounds, the colors, the smells — it all, overwhelmingly, reminds him of a childhood he once had. one that was never as simple as the food he just made.

none of the bitterness in his throat is caused by his mom, of course. just his father who calls himself a god, and left them both alone to fend for themselves.

you start getting out plates from the cupboards as you ask: “where are the kids?”

luke checks the pot on the stove to see if the rice is cooked. “told them to go rent something from the video store.”

“they went alone?”

“they’ve literally been to hell and back,” he replies and sits down at the table. “i think they can handle a blockbuster.”

“i don’t care if they get attacked by monsters,” you state, setting down the last plate in front of him. “i know they can handle themselves. they just better choose a good movie.”

luke doesn’t mean to snort, but he can’t help but remember all the arguments you’d gotten in with chris over your tastes in movies.

“don’t laugh, castellan. i’ve saved movie night on more than one occasion and i’ve never gotten so much as a thank you.” you roll your eyes, but luke notices the ghost of a smile.

it fades just as quickly as it appeared, and luke already misses the small moment of levity that’s passed.

“what’s been going on with you, tiger?”

you hold his gaze, and luke knows that you’re hoping for a real answer, for the truth he can’t give you.

“nothing,” he answers instinctively.

“don’t give me that,” you sigh and turn away from him, returning to your position against the counter.

“i said it’s nothing,” luke insists, a bit more assertively. “why can’t you just believe me?”

“because you’ve been distant, moody.” your tone is sharper now, too. “you’ve been avoiding me. you’ve barely been eating. the side of your bunk has been empty, which means you haven’t been sleeping, either. gods, i can’t even remember the last time you kissed me —”

“you’re really mad at me because we haven’t fucked?”

it’s a low blow, and he delivers it as if he hadn’t missed seeing you underneath him. or on top, or beside. luke isn’t picky.

“you’re impossible!” you groan, and cover your face with your hands. you take a deep breath before returning to glare at luke. “do….do you not want to be together, anymore? because if that’s what’s happening, i’ll survive. we can go back to being friends.” you clench your jaw to make up for the tremble behind your question. always a tough face, even in the face of potential heartbreak.

of course, luke knows you’ll be fine without him. he’s the one who might have difficulty surviving when you part ways.

“that’s not —” luke sighs and runs a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “that’s not it.”

“then what is it?”

“noth—”

“i will send you to elysium if you tell me it’s nothing one more time, because i know it’s not!” you’re shouting now. “i might not know what it is, but i know you well enough to tell that something is bothering you. so i’m asking you, one more time, what is going on?”

the thing is, luke can’t tell you — about what he’s done, about who he’s aligned himself with. he can’t lie to you, either, at least not to save his life.

so, he’s basically stuck in whatever the greek mythology version of limbo is.

for now, he’s saved by percy, annabeth, and grover, who walk in with a stack of DVDs and armfuls of movie snacks.

dinner is fine, especially with the kids providing a good enough buffer. luke even catches you smiling and laughing along with them a few times. you approve of their choice in movies, starting with mulan. it’s one of luke’s favorites, too, but he can’t help but let his attention wander.

the two of you have known each other for a long time. luke has felt your anger. he’s felt your frustration. you’ve been on opposing sides of explosive arguments, of brutal sparring matches.

but, despite everything, luke’s never been hated by you. it’s unavoidable, given what he’s done and the path he’s on; it's just not something he's particularly eager to feel.

working for kronos….luke won't pretend he regrets it. something had to be done, to take back the poisonous world the gods created.

he did it for you, even if you won't understand.

he'd do anything for you.

so, for now, he’s willing to endure the daggers you stare at him from the other side of the couch.

—

in another life, you might have taken advantage of the queen bed and private room. both hard to come by at camp half-blood, if you’re not willing to risk zeus’ wrath for the latter.

gods, it feels like forever since you and luke snuck into cabin one because couldn’t keep your hands off each other, curses and lighting strikes be damned.

you almost wish lightning would strike — at least then the bed would be warm.

“i can feel you being mad at me,” luke whispers.

“sorry, thought you’d already be gone by now,” you respond, sarcasm dripping through your words. “off to see whoever else you’d rather sleep with.”

“so, you are mad because we haven’t fucked in a while.”

a stupid slip of the tongue. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and your entire body feels on fire for giving him any leverage on you. that was definitely not the warmth you were hoping for.

“whatever,” you mumble, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, your back still towards luke.

for the record, you’re mad because of whatever distance luke was forcing between you, or whatever wall he was putting up, for a reason you don’t understand. you’d always known luke well, but lately you haven’t been able to read him.

and, sure. maybe you are…. frustrated. the two of you hadn’t been intimate in a while, yes, and your fingers are nothing compared to luke’s, but more than that: you just miss actually feeling him close to you. in any sense.

you’re not sure how much time passes, and there’s nothing but silence. then, you hear his voice again, gentler than before, no cocky attitude laced through.

“you never told me about your dad.”

ugh. of course, luke had overheard your conversation with annabeth earlier. damn those sly hermes’ genes.

you stay silent to give off the illusion that you’d fallen asleep, but luke doesn't fall for it.

“we’ve shared a bunk for years, karma. i can tell when you’re not sleeping.”

you pause for a few more seconds, but you know that luke is persistent.

“it didn’t matter,” is all you offer before he asks again.

“it did,” luke insists. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s not like we tell each other everything,” you scoff. “like, why didn’t you tell me about that prophecy? and why won’t you tell me whatever’s going on with you now?”

“that’s….that’s different.”

“not really. i bet that it’s all for the same reason.”

“which is?”

you debate telling luke the truth.

it was no surprise that you had a certain reputation around camp: cunning, hot-tempered, brash. you were fine being the angry girl whose mother wasn’t enough of a god to warrant a cabin, but enough of a threat to be wary of. you didn’t want to be the one who was also dropped by her father, unwanted and too much of a burden. so, you swallowed the reality of the situation; pretended that nothing broke your heart, and that nothing ever would.

“i didn’t want you to look at me differently,” you admit.

another pause, this time from the other side of the bed.

“if it makes you feel better, i was glad that you stayed.”

you can’t help it; you let out a sardonic laugh.

“that’s not much of a comfort, since you haven’t seemed very thrilled with me lately.”

“that’s not….” luke falters. “i just mean that i don't know who i’d be if you left.”

in spite of the situation, the ongoing tension between you, you find yourself smiling.

“always so dramatic,” you tease.

deep down, you know you’re not much better.

luke was part of the reason you might have stayed at camp, anyways. he was the reason why you didn’t fight harder to get back to your old life, and you always did like a good fight.

it was scary though, that one person had so much power over you and didn’t even know it. you tried to convince yourself that you stayed because luke had needed you, after his quest and everything. but, once you’d known how it felt to have luke in your life, you didn’t want to go back to a time you didn’t.

truthfully, it still scares you.

“i don’t like fighting with you,” you admit softly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “especially when i don’t even know why we’re fighting in the first place.”

you wonder if you’d just thought that instead of saying it out loud because luke doesn’t respond, until you hear the sheets behind you shuffle, and feel luke position himself behind you.

"i'm sorry that we're fighting. it's my fault."

he settles a tentative hand on your exposed hip, where your shirt had ridden up. luke starts to trace circles onto your skin with his thumb, the way he sometimes does when he's nervous or having a bad dream.

"i’ve just been so….in my head. i don't want you to worry about what's going on with me, okay?

"luke —"

"i have to sort it out on my own.”

"you don’t, though,” you insist. “if you just tell me what’s going on, instead of pushing me away.”

another pause. you can feel him breathing down your neck, and in turn you inhale the spicy citrus of his body wash. it’s all so excruciatingly familiar as you wait for him to say something, anything.

eventually, luke sighs, deeply, and confesses:

"it's just….we've known each other for so long, but this — us? so much of it is new. i don't want to fuck it up."

"well, congratulations," you quip. "you're one step closer to getting there."

you meant it as a joke, something to lighten the mood, but you feel luke stiffen at your words, his grip on your hip becoming almost painfully tight as if he's worried you'll slip away.

"i'm kidding, tiger." you weave your fingers through his to loosen his hold on you, and reassure him even more that you're not going anywhere, any time soon. "for better or for worse: you’re mine, and i'm yours. no matter how much either of us might fuck it up."

luke shuffles closer, and you melt into him even more.

"do you really mean that?"

his voice is soft, surprisingly timid. you crane your neck back to look at him; luke stares at you, his gaze heavy enough to take your breath away.

“of course.”

you're so close, and you hadn't been in so long. luke's leg is somehow lodged in between your thighs, and you bite back a whimper as he brushes against you. you feel him behind you, already half-hard, and you rub your ass against him slightly, causing a groan to vibrate through his body.

neither of you have to do much to crash your lips together.

you can sense how luke’s been unraveling, from the kiss alone. his lips are chapped, rough against yours and already bleeding from the pressure; his stubble scrapes against your cheek, and you’re dizzy with anticipation, imagining how it will leave a stinging sensation on other areas of your skin when luke has his way with you later.

for now, you focus on your mouth on his: teeth clacking together, your tongue laving over the cut on luke’s bottom lip and tasting copper. luke brings a hand up to your jaw, pushing you into his mouth even more.

it’s like the first time you kissed. all consuming. messy. urgent — like you've already run out of time.

eventually, you have to pull yourself away from his grasp, your neck straining at the uncomfortable angle. luke takes the opportunity to suck bruises onto your neck while he presses his thigh harder against your cunt. he slips his other hand further underneath your shirt, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple between his fingers. instinctively, you start rutting against him.

“f-fuck,” you groan, relishing in the muscles of his naked thigh underneath you, defined and strong.

luke chuckles, and you feel his breath warm against your skin.

“you missed me that much, hm?” he taunts, encouraging you to go faster, harder. “you’re gonna cum before i even have a chance to undress you. doesn’t seem fair to me.”

“who —” your breath catches when luke’s hand settles around your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you feel the outline of his abs against your lower back, and his length, hard and waiting. it’s difficult to finish your thought, but you try your best. “who says i only have to cum once?”

“that sounds like a challenge,” luke decides. “what’s our record — three? think we can beat that tonight?”

you laugh, already out of breath. “i think we can do it.”

“good girl.”

your thighs clench at the nickname, and it's one down, a few more to go.

you maneuver luke so that he lays flat on the bed, your legs on either side of his hips. your hands fumble with the edge of his shirt, and he lets you remove it without any more hassle.

it's a little ironic, really, how much you and luke hate the gods — because looking at him underneath you, you're sure that something divine must have created him, and you have to thank them for it. sharp jaw, deep scar, flushed cheeks; curls slightly askew, and skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; that cocky smile — you'd worship luke castellan over any of the olympians.

secretly, of course, you pretty much already do.

"like what you see?" luke smirks up at you, hands firmly on your ass.

you roll your eyes to save face. "come on, tiger, like you're not seconds away from tearing through your boxers."

luke clicks his tongue, locks his calf around yours to switch your positions. you grunt as your back hits the mattress, but you very much appreciate the force and weight of luke above you. he practically rips off your shirt, then starts to nip and suck down your body. he kisses the fabric still covering your cunt, and you can feel his chuckle vibrate through your body when he encounters the wetness there.

"i'm not the one who already ruined their underwear," luke teases as he finishes undressing you. he pauses at the sight of you, bottom half completely exposed. you're about to tell him to hurry the fuck up, but then luke spits onto your already soaked cunt and says:

“i need to clean you up, baby.” he gives you another cheeky grin, teeth glowing like the cheshire cat, before diving in.

luke is skilled at everything he does, so of course he's quick to unravel you once more, this time with a persistent combination of tongue and teeth, lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal.

as soon as you're done riding out your high, you yank luke by the leather cord around his neck to collide your lips with his again.

you reach down to return the favor, snake your hand underneath the fabric of his underwear, and you're deeply satisfied to find him already sticky with his release.

“you already finished,” you tease, stroking his v-line. "and ruined your underwear without me even touching you."

in the dim light of the moon, you can barely make out luke blushing. he hides his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“guess we’re both desperate, huh.” luke’s teeth graze your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “i need to be inside you, now, so how about you get on your hands and knees for me? i’ll get the condom.”

sometimes, luke tries to be gentle — but not this time.

this time, he fucks you, hard and fast and deep.

you love it, even if you might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

with so much power behind each thrust, and the overwhelming pleasure, your arms threaten to give out, but luke catches you before you fall. he wraps a hand around your neck, bringing you flush against his chest as he continues to plunge his length into you.

"listen to me," luke growls. he snakes a hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit. "the one thing the gods did right is make this perfect, tight little pussy of yours. you were fucking made for me, weren't you?"

all you can do is whimper, closing your eyes at his filthy, sinful words.

you aren't used to luke being so possessive, and certainly not in these past few weeks. it's making your head spin in the best way. you can feel your orgasm build in the pit of your abdomen.

"were you made for me?" luke asks again. he squeezes your neck slightly, and you gasp at the pressure. "answer me, or i'll stop."

you don’t think it’s likely he’ll stop; you’re sure he’s just as lost in the sound of your cunt squelching and the feeling of you sucking him in. but, he does slow down, only a little bit, and it's enough for you to start whining.

"y-yes, luke."

"are you mine?"

you don't answer fast enough. luke stills his hips completely and you almost burst into tears.

you moan, trying to move against him in vain. luke keeps a firm grip on you, making it hard to cause any sort of friction between your bodies.

"i'm yours," you promise.

luke plants a firm kiss behind your ear. “that’s my girl,” he whispers darkly.

satisfied, luke resumes his pace. he moves the hand around your neck to your chin, angling you accordingly so he can crash his lips onto yours.

it doesn't take long to feel the tension in your abdomen snap, wetness gushing out of you. exhausted, you collapse onto the mattress. luke slips out of you.

the next few seconds consist of you trying to bring yourself back down to reality after such a high.

luke turns you around just to face him as he hovers over you. he lodges his hand behind your ear and taps your cheek to get your attention. your eyes flutter open.

“did you just —”

the dampness between your legs, and on the sheets underneath you, is enough evidence: you just squirted.

"i….” you gulp, feeling yourself flush. “i’ve never done that before."

luke stares at your glistening cunt. you wonder if you should be embarrassed, but then he locks eyes with you. you've never seen them so dark, pupils almost fully blown, just a sliver of brown showing through.

"you’re so fucking hot."

your heart flutters.

“you’re not too bad yourself, tiger, or i wouldn’t be in this mess.” you wink at him, still trying to catch your breath. your eyes wander lower. you note luke in the current state he’s in; you realize that the scales are nowhere near balanced. “that’s three for me, and only one for you. let me taste you.”

he doesn't need to be told twice. you get on your knees once more, this time facing him as he kneels in front of you. luke rips off the condom, something to deal with later, and you take him in your mouth, cheeks hollowed and tears brimming your eyes feeling him fuck your throat. when he finishes, you swallow him whole, savoring every drop. he pulls you up for a kiss; you can still taste yourself on him, and it mixes with his new release, a combination that is more than a little intoxicating.

“fuck,” luke mumbles as he pulls away. he swipes his thumb over the corner of your mouth where some of his cum dribbled out. “i know that was intense, but would you be up for another round? "

"yeah," you reply without a second thought, reaching up to thread your fingers through his curls to ground yourself.

maybe you should thank artemis for the full moon tonight, giving you just the right amount of silver light to illuminate the sculpted curves and edges of luke's body. his skin is also littered with bruises and bites of your design, chaotic and beautiful. luke looks like a mess, just as you're sure you do.

you want more. you need more.

"we gotta go for four, remember? but...maybe we, uh…"

"....slow it down this time?" luke finishes your thought.

you nod, grateful that you and luke are on the same page. he scrambles off the bed to get another condom.

"shit. i don't have another one.”

"check my bag, too," you tell him. luke complies, but comes up short once more.

you’re sitting up against the headboard now, and luke returns to kneel in front of you.

"i can use my fingers,” luke offers. “or eat you out again —"

“or we could just do without a condom this time?” you suggest. luke raises an eyebrow at you, so you think through the possibilities out loud. "we both got tested before our first time together and haven’t been with anyone since.” you find yourself pausing for confirmation on that, and luke nods once. “i’m on birth control. obviously there’s still a risk that something happens, but maybe just this one time? you can just pull out whenever you’re ready….if you're okay with that."

luke waits, almost like he thinks you might change your mind, before finally answering:

“yeah, i’m okay with it if you are. i’ve always wanted to fuck you raw. i just didn’t think you’d be into it — and didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

you have to kiss him then. because how is it that the boy who just gave you three jaw clenching, toe curling, heart pounding orgasms be so sweet and considerate?

before you know it, you’re flat on your back, sheets slightly scratchy with stray sand. you don't care much because luke hovers above you; he presses his forehead to yours, curls falling in front of his face.

"just so you know," luke starts, just as you feel him enter you once more. "i must have been made for you, too. i'm just as much yours as you are mine."

you smirk, bite your lip to keep from moaning so that you can keep up the arrogance, just a bit longer.

"always so dramatic," you mock, as if your cunt isn’t squeezing around him at his sweet nothings.

luke grins at you sheepishly, his cheeks flushed.

"guess that means the gods did two things right," you joke, exhaling when you feel luke brush against that gummy spot deep within you. "maybe we've taken them for granted. maybe we should - " he hits that spot again, and your breath hitches. you dig your nails into his shoulders as he rocks back and forth. “maybe we should thank them.”

luke clicks his tongue, grips your hip firmly. "not a chance, sweetheart. the gods’ll get what they deserve."

you don’t care enough to ask luke what he means. you care more about him going faster. you’re about to tell him to do so, and to throw your legs over his shoulders, but he does it himself before you get the chance. you feel him slipping deeper within you, the force and passion behind each movement, his body molding to every curve and crevice of yours.

made for each other.

you’re so sensitive that your orgasm approaches quickly. as he helps you ride it out, his thrusts get sloppier, and you know he’s almost reached his peak, too.

“fuck,” he grunts. “i’m close.” luke starts to pull out, but then you lock your ankles behind his neck.

“don’t,” you command.

“a-are you sure?” he looks at you, wide-eyed.

“i just want to feel you this once.”

he nods and brings you in for one more bruising kiss. he finishes inside you, warm and wet.

luke leaves once he catches his breath, and comes back with a damp towel to clean you up. he knows your body, recognizes how sensitive you are, and presses kisses on the inside of your thighs, where the same lips had made bruises before.

even completely fucked out, your mind starts to unpack everything that’s wrong in your life. like how luke has always been a little too good at pretending, with everyone else at least, and something serious must be going on if he's trying to fool you, too.

this luke with you now, the one who gently wipes his cum from between your legs after fucking you so relentlessly, is your luke. it feels like your luke is slipping right through your fingers, and you’re wracking your brain trying to figure out how this can stop before losing him completely.

wait….did luke say something about getting revenge on the gods? your mind is still a bit cloudy, but you could’ve sworn —

“are you okay?”

his question puts pause on your spiraling. he’s done cleaning you up, throws the towel on the floor and settles back on the bed, next to you. you’re close enough for the softest whisper, your limbs intertwined beneath tangled sheets.

you watch luke carefully as he waits for an answer and surveys your body, tracing his fingers over the marks he'd left underneath your jaw, across your shoulders, over your collarbones and down your stomach.

"i didn't hurt you, did i?"

“i’m okay,” you assure him. luke’s hand stops to gently rest on your cheek. your other worries are pushed to the side for the time being: for now, it's just you and luke. “do you think we could pick up a plan b pill tomorrow though, just in case? i love you, but i’m not ready to have your babies.”

luke widens his eyes like a minotaur in headlights. he drops his hand.

“you’ve never said that before.”

“that i want to have your babies?” you jest, slightly amused at how panicked luke seems.

luke blushes and clears his throat. “well, that too. i meant the whole ‘i love you’ thing, though.”

your amusement evaporates. you swear your heart stops beating momentarily.

“oh, shit.…”

you’re not quite sure what to say; you’ve felt this way for a while, truthfully.

of course you love luke. you can't remember exactly when you realized it, but you just….know.

because if what you felt for luke wasn’t love, then you were foolish to have secretly bought into what silena beauregard had been on about for years, and aphrodite herself might just be out of a job.

“i know we’re kind of in a weird place, but, yeah, i mean it. you don’t have to say it back —”

luke leans forward to kiss you. gentler this time, but just as firm. “i love you."

"you do?" your heart resumes its beating.

"of course i do. i have ever since my first morning at camp.”

“yeah right,” you chuckle in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heat up. “it’s not a competition, you know, over who loved who first.”

“karma, i’m serious,” he insists. “someone taught me to burn offerings, and with everything that happened with thalia, i obviously wasn't in the worshiping mood, but then you leaned over and whispered —"

"they like the smell of begging."

luke grins at you, and you reach up to brush your thumb against the dimple in his cheek.

"exactly. somehow, that was what i needed to hear. it was nice to know that i wasn't the only one who didn’t want to just accept things the way they were….” he loses his train of thought. luke grabs your hand in his. “i wish i had told you earlier. after all this, i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t —”

“whatever happens,” luke continues, somewhat ominously. “i love you, y/n.”

you hadn't heard luke use your real name in a while. you fall asleep, heart full with the memory of him weaving it together with those three magic words.

the next morning, you wake up — you actually sleep in, for the first time in years — and decide that if you could stay here forever, you would.

the morning sun stings your eyes through the sheer curtains. the sticky heat of summer sits heavy in the room, and stray grains of sand tickle your skin underneath the sheets. waves wash gently on the shore outside, and an ocean breeze mixes with the smell of burnt cinnamon. you can hear annabeth, grover, and percy crashing dishes and bickering and causing chaos in the kitchen as, you imagine, they scramble to surprise you with breakfast.

luke is next to you, on his stomach. his curls are a mess, covering most of his face.

evidence from last night: scratches from your nails prominent on his back, his neck decorated with purple bruises in the shape of your lips. you shift slightly and feel a dull ache between your legs, so you'd call it even.

outside, something clatters on the floor, and you hear percy swear.

luke's eyes flutter open, ever so slightly, and he starts to move. "we should get up before they burn down the place."

you press your hand to luke's shoulder blade, barely, but in his half-asleep state, it's enough to keep him in bed. luke moves to his side, facing you. you bring your hand up to brush curls away from luke's eyes, even if they're still closed.

"they've literally been to hell and back," you recall his sarcastic words from last night. "i think they can handle pancakes."

the corners of luke's mouth curl upwards.

"you're such a smart ass," he mumbles.

you lean forward, plant a kiss underneath luke's chin. his stubble scratches against your lips.

"don't pretend you don't love it, tiger."

luke breathes steadily. you think he might've fallen asleep once more until he presses his lips to your forehead, pulls you towards him, and quips:

"i love you."

your heart quickens as you echo his words. something churns in your stomach, too.

because this peace isn't something that feels permanent.

you're the children of gods, and there's always a catch. some inevitable plot twist where lovers end up separated, where heroes end up dead or cursed.

it's nauseating — dangerous, even — that you want a happy ending, a desire buried in you deeply like a knife to the gut. it's cruel that the fates keep twisting, taunting you with what can never be.

no monsters; no gods or titans; no prophecies.

just this.

#the way this became a whole chapter....i've got wayyy too much to say i guess #i really wanted to incorporate the trio into this series a bit more and how others see luke + karma's relationship #also i forget who said it but smut as a character study....yeah <3 #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan angst #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x nemesis!reader #luke castellan x you #pjo fanfic #pjo #luke castellan fanfic #saf writes

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bell4donn4 · 2 days

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BLACK IS THE COLOR OR ELEGANCE - Charlie Bushnell smau

- in which reader is Charlie’s cowstar, but also a architecture student.

Tags: reader and Charlie like each other, lowkey soft-launching + lowkey a situationship bc yes

Author’s note: rather short but I’m trying to get back on track! The trip to Paris completely shook me so now I’m just trying to get back into my normal routine <3

part six | part eight

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Charlie🩷

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Twitter is blowing up

I know

you think we messed up?

Like they didn’t know already

I mean

Did you see us in the bts??

It’s obvious you r obsessed with me 😎

Charlie 😐

ok I’ll stop

But just so you sleep tonight

I don’t care if twitter explodes

At one point they’ll have to know

We’re a couple, right?

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TWITTER

User829: is it just me or have y/n and Charlie been suspiciously inactive lately?

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night-lakmen · 2 days

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HOLY CHRIST HEAVENS ABOVE.

The things I'd do for him 🙏🙏🙏

'Nyways,cuties.

Luke Castellan imagine ideas coming up hella.

Husband AU.

Smut or fluff?

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #the last olympian #demigods #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x you

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velocesainz · 3 days

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Pining turned jealousy

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Summary: Leo likes you and has liked you ever since he came to camp. He hasn’t had the guts to say anything but an incident with a close friend of yours changes everything

Warnings: smut, degradation, characters are 18-19

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Poseidon!fem!reader; Luke Castellan x reader (platonic)

Leo pov:

I had just finished a project I was working on for a whole week.

I felt accomplished and went out for a walk and to get some fresh air

As I walked along I saw y/n with Luke

They seemed to be having a lot of fun laughing and talking

I’ve like y/n ever since I joined camp but I’ve never even been able to talk to her

I’m sure she doesn’t even know I exist

She’s the daughter of the big three and an absolute hero

She’s so cool and popular and I’m just me.

Both of them sat down by the lake and I sat down a little far away from them Sk they wouldn’t notice me

Luke pov:

I could see Leo watching and following me and y/n to our usual hangout spot next to the lake. Y/n and Leo have liked each other for so long yet they are oblivious of the others feeling for them.

I came up with a plan to finally get these two idiots together at last. The whole camp has been waiting for this moment to come.

I scooted closer to y/n and placed my hand on her waist pulling her close to me. Making sure Leo could see everything

I saw rage fill his eyes as I whispered dumb stuff about her brother to her and watched her laugh her lungs out

Noticing he still hadn’t made any moves yet I decided to go for my last resort.

I pecked her on the cheek and she stopped talking and stared at me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Leo stomping his way over grabbing u/n who was now completely red and dragged her away.

My mission was complete and now they would finally stop looking like sad little idiotic puppies in love

Leo pov:

I don’t know what happened to me but when I saw Luke kiss y/n I saw red.

Rage consumed me and I walked over to both of them grabbing y/n and dragging her with me to her cabin

When we got there I threw her onto her bed, climbing over her and pinning her down “You’re such a bad little whore you know that? Spending intimate moments and time with other men when you clearly belong with me” I whispered into her ear

“You know if this weren’t the circumstance I would’ve taken my time with you. But you’ve been a very bad girl so don’t expect me to be gentle” I warned her as I started to take her clothing as well as mine off

I slowly shoved my cock inside her tight wet little pussy earning a loud moan from y/n

I started thrusting in and out almost immediately not giving her time to adjust

“Yea you like that you cock slut? Like when I’m fucking you’re like this baby? All hard and Roth with no mercy” I asked

She responded with a loud moan which told me she couldn’t be more happy

We both approached our climax as I could feel her walls clenching around me

“Cum whore, cum for me”

After we both caught our breaths I cleaned her up and we both went to sleep cuddling not caring about what anyone had to say

Grateful to be in each others arms at last

A/n: Sorry if it was short hope you all enjoyed this fic, as always leave me feedback and recommendations. I’m sorry for being so slow with writing fics but uni has been kicking my ass, I’ll try and update more let’s see kissies ✨

#percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson smut #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #percy series #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan

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pearlszns · 21 hours

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𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝓦arnings.ᐟ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader , loser! luke , friends to lovers , loss of virginity , SMUT , virgin! luke , sub! luke , dom!reader , mutual masturbation , p in v , lots of praising , neck grabbing , hair pulling , slight orgasm denial , unprotected sex.

𝓝otes.ᐟ 𑁤‧ ₊˚ loser! luke has my heart 🫶🫶

Luke Castellan had been your steadfast companion since the days of your youth, a friendship forged in the crucible of camp life. From the moment you first crossed paths, his presence had become an indispensable fixture in your life, a constant source of support and companionship. Despite his insistence that your meeting had been a mere coincidence, you knew better—it was fate that had brought you together, binding your destinies inextricably.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the camp, you and Luke settled into your weekly ritual—a Friday night sleepover in your cabin. The air was thick with anticipation as you snuggled into your bed, the soft glow of the laptop flickering in the dim light. But despite the familiar comfort of your surroundings, an air of unease hung between you, a palpable tension that belied Luke's usually calm demeanor. You watched in silence as Luke fidgeted beside you, his restless movements betraying the turmoil swirling within him. It was a rare sight to see him so unsettled, his usual composure shaken by unseen forces. Curiosity gnawed at you, a desire to unravel the mystery of his troubled mind.

Little did you know, the source of Luke's agitation lay buried beneath layers of embarrassment and insecurity. The previous week, his friends had uncovered the truth of his virginity, unleashing a relentless barrage of teasing that had worn down his defenses with each passing day. What had started as harmless banter had morphed into a relentless onslaught, chipping away at his confidence and leaving him adrift in a sea of self-doubt.

With a heavy sigh, you mustered the courage to confront the elephant in the room, the unspoken tension between you demanding acknowledgment. It was time to delve into the depths of Luke's turmoil, to offer solace and support in his hour of need. "Luke," you murmured softly, the use of his full name a rare departure from your usual casual tone, "you seem off, everything alright?" The concern in your voice was evident as you reached out to him, your fingertips brushing against his cheek in a gentle gesture of reassurance.

Luke's gaze wavered, his eyes darting away from yours in a telltale sign of discomfort. Your heart sank at the sight, a knot of worry forming in the pit of your stomach. It was unlike him to evade your gaze so blatantly, and the realization only served to heighten your concern."Nothing, just. . dealing with some stress," Luke replied, his words strained as he attempted to deflect your inquiry. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

But you refused to let him brush off your concerns so easily. With a determined frown, you pressed on, your voice gentle yet firm. "Come on, Luke," you urged, your hand cupping his cheek in a tender gesture, "I know you like the palm of my hand. Something's clearly bothering you." As you paused the film, your undivided attention focused solely on him, you offered him a reassuring smile, your eyes searching his for any sign of vulnerability. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" you reminded him, the sincerity of your words cutting through the tension like a knife.

A faint blush colored Luke's cheeks, his hesitation evident as he struggled to meet your gaze. The weight of his unspoken thoughts hung heavy in the air, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. "You won’t— you promise me that you won’t think any less of me, alright?" Luke's voice trembled with vulnerability, a flicker of insecurity dancing in his brown irises. Your heart clenched at the sight, a surge of protectiveness welling up within you as you gazed upon your troubled friend.

Frowning, you reached out to him, the soft caress of your fingertips against his cheek a silent reassurance of your unwavering support. His turmoil weighed heavily on you, your worry mounting with each passing moment. "Of course not, Luke. . You're my best friend," you replied, your voice laced with warmth and sincerity as you sought to ease his fears.

As Luke nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of relief washed over him, his tension melting away under the comforting touch of your hand. With a deep breath, he finally found the courage to open up, his confession tumbling forth in a hesitant whisper. "Well, the guys found out I’m still. . a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week."

Your heart went out to him, sympathy etched into every line of your expression as you listened to his words. Despite the gravity of his confession, a soft chuckle escaped your lips, the tension in the room easing slightly. "That's it?" you replied, a playful twinkle in your eyes as you sought to lighten the mood. "They're a bunch of idiots. . Just ignore them, Luke," you reassured him, your hand moving to gently stroke his soft hair.

Luke's laughter mingled with yours, a brief moment of levity in the midst of his turmoil. Yet, beneath the surface, a lingering unease remained, his troubled thoughts still weighing heavily on his mind. As his gaze drifted back to the paused movie on the screen, you could sense his lingering discomfort.Your brow furrowed with concern, you mirrored his troubled expression, your determination to alleviate his worries unwavering. "yeah, i know" he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke”. “Don't say that. . There's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you insisted, your words infused with conviction as you sought to bolster his confidence. Despite your reassurances, you couldn't shake the lingering sense of indignation at the thought of Luke being made to feel ashamed of something so natural and normal.

As you watched him, resolve burning bright in your eyes, you silently vowed to confront the source of his distress head-on, determined to defend your friend against the cruel taunts of his peers.

"I know, I know. . I can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," Luke confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. As he spoke, you could sense the weight of his words, the burden of his insecurities pressing down upon him like a heavy cloak. "I mean, everyone else seems to be. . well, you know." "Experienced?" you offered, gently finishing his sentence as you reached out to him, your fingers intertwining with his in a gesture of solidarity. You wanted nothing more than to ease his discomfort, to offer him the reassurance he so desperately sought. Luke's gaze fell upon your joined hands, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into the comforting warmth of your touch.

"Yeah. . experienced," he affirmed, his words heavy with resignation. The vulnerability in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. Despite his outward confidence, it was clear that beneath the surface, he grappled with doubts and uncertainties. "It's not like I haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, I guess," Luke admitted, his voice tinged with a note of regret. Your heart swelled with affection for him, his honesty and vulnerability only serving to endear him to you even more. He was, without a doubt, the epitome of the perfect guy—the perfect friend.

"You'll get there eventually, trust me," you reassured him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "Just don't overthink it, okay?" Your words were infused with genuine warmth and understanding, a silent promise to stand by him through thick and thin. A smile tugged at the corners of Luke's lips, his features softening with relief as he realized he had confided in you. His grip tightened slightly around your hand, a silent expression of gratitude for your unwavering support. With a sense of peace settling over him, he rested his head atop yours, his touch a silent reassurance of your unbreakable bond.

"I know, thanks for. . well, for being here" Luke murmured, his voice soft with emotion. Your heart swelled with affection at his words, a warm glow spreading through you at the knowledge that you could provide him with solace in his time of need. "Always, Luke," you replied, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. "And if they bother you again about it, just let me know. I'll gladly hit them," you added, a playful glint in your eye as you shared a laugh. Together, you knew you could weather any storm that came your way, your friendship a beacon of strength and support in a world filled with uncertainty.

"You would do that for me?" Luke's voice was filled with wonder, his expressive eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the room. His vulnerability was palpable, a raw emotion laid bare before you. "I'd do anything for you," you replied without hesitation, your voice laced with sincerity as you met his gaze with a warm smile. It was the truest thing you had ever spoken, a testament to the depth of your devotion to him. He was worth every sacrifice, every ounce of effort.

Your words seemed to stir something within him, a flicker of determination igniting behind his eyes as he studied you intently. "Really? Anything?" he questioned, his voice lowering slightly as he leaned in closer, his gaze never wavering from yours. The intensity of his stare sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, a tangible electricity crackling between you. "Of course, silly. Anything," you reassured him, a nervous laugh bubbling up as you tried to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air. His next words caught you off guard, your breath hitching in your throat as his proposal hung in the air between you.

"Would you. . maybe. . want to be my first?" Luke's voice was hesitant, his words laden with a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. Your mind raced, grappling with the weight of his request. Was he serious? Could you truly be the one to guide him through such a momentous experience?. "Luke, are you sure about that?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you searched his eyes for any hint of doubt. "We just talked about this. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, I mean you aren’t the only one here in camp." you reminded him, your words echoing the sentiment of your earlier conversation.

"I know," Luke replied, his voice soft as he chewed nervously on his lower lip. For a moment, he averted his gaze, his thoughts drifting inward before he met your eyes once more. "But I can't stop thinking about it. . And I'd really like it to be with you." Your heart swelled with emotion at his admission, the weight of his words settling like a warm embrace around you. In that moment, you realized the depth of his trust and the magnitude of his feelings for you. It was a choice you would have to make carefully, but one thing was certain—you would never take his trust for granted.

"Really?" you gasped in genuine surprise, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you nibbled nervously on your bottom lip. Luke's confession caught you off guard, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you. You had always cared deeply for Luke, but as he stood before you now, baring his heart and soul, you couldn't deny the truth any longer. You were in love with him. Your feelings for Luke ran deeper than mere friendship; they were complex and undeniable, a tangled web of longing and desire that you had tried to suppress for far too long. But now, faced with his heartfelt plea, you found yourself unable to ignore the truth any longer.

"You aren't just doing it out of social pressure, are you?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern as you searched his eyes for any hint of uncertainty. It was important to you that Luke was making this decision of his own free will, without any external influence clouding his judgment. "No, I mean it," Luke replied, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met your gaze. "I really want it to be with you. You’re just so. . kind and sweet. I've had a crush on you for years." His words hung in the air between you, each syllable laden with sincerity and vulnerability.

Luke's confession sent a thrill coursing through your veins, igniting a spark of warmth deep within your chest. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together with a clarity you had never known before. You were overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, your heart pounding in your chest as you gazed into Luke's eyes. With a sudden surge of courage, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a tender, passionate kiss. In that fleeting moment, all of your doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a sense of certainty and clarity. You didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain: you were ready to see where this was going.

"Then, I guess it can be arranged," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you reached up to cup Luke's face, drawing him closer until your lips met in a tender, sweet kiss. Luke's eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the embrace, his hands finding their way to your hips as he deepened the kiss with a soft gasp. As the kiss intensified, you took control, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. The innocent kiss quickly escalated into a passionate make-out session, the heat between you palpable as Luke's hands trailed down to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

You moaned softly against his lips, savoring the taste of him as your hand trailed down his neck, eliciting a gasp from him. His fingers dug into your waist as his tongue danced with yours, his arousal evident as he pressed against you. Sensing his growing desire, you gently flipped the position you were previously, now you on top of him, straddling his lap as you resumed your fervent kissing. Luke's arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer as one hand trailed up the hem of your shirt, the gentle caress of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine. With each touch, the intensity between you grew, the world outside fading away as you surrendered to the passion of the moment.

"Do you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you broke the kiss, your fingers teasing the hem of your top. Luke's gaze darkened as he met yours, a hunger evident in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation. "Yes, please. . take it off," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. With a playful smirk, you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it off, revealing your bare breasts to his intense gaze. Luke's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight, his eyes roaming over your body with a mix of awe and desire. They were perfect, just like the rest of you, and he couldn't tear his gaze away.

"Have you ever touched a girl, Luke?" you questioned, your tone soft and inviting as you met his gaze. Luke swallowed hard, his hands trembling with anticipation as he shook his head slightly. "No, I haven't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be shy, baby," you reassured him with a gentle smile, reaching out to guide his hands to your breasts. "Like this." Luke's hands followed your guidance, his touch tentative at first as he cupped your breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as pleasure surged through you, your cheeks flushing with heat as Luke's touch sent shivers down your spine. "fucking beautiful" he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he continued to explore your body with reverent touches. "Mmh. . thanks," you murmured, your breath hitching in your throat as you squirmed in his lap, the heat between your bodies growing with each passing moment. The way he worshipped your body ignited a fire within you, your desire for him burning hotter with each caress.

Luke's breath hitched in his throat as he felt your body pressing against his, the undeniable heat of your arousal igniting a fire within him. With a soft moan, he trailed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his tongue teasing at one of your hard nipples. Tangling your fingers in his soft hair, you caressed his scalp tenderly, eliciting a low groan from him as he sucked gently at the sensitive flesh. His hand trailed down between your legs, slipping underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties. You gasped at the sensation of his fingers brushing hesitantly against your pussy, his touch uncertain yet eager to please.

"Luke," you gasped, tugging gently at his hair as you looked into his eyes with a mixture of desire and amusement. "You've never done that before, have you?" His cheeks flushed slightly as he shook his head, his gaze still locked onto yours. "No... I haven't," he admitted, his voice tinged with nervousness. With a soft smile, you guided his hand away from your panties, pulling him gently to sit beside you. Pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs, you exposed yourself completely to him, your breath catching in your throat as his eyes roamed over your bare flesh.

As his finger traced along your thigh, you reached down to cup your pussy, your fingers parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in slow circles. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, your body responding eagerly to your touch. "Just like this, see?" you murmured, your voice thick with desire as you looked at him with glazed eyes. Luke's gaze darkened as he watched you touch yourself, his own arousal evident as he replaced your fingers with his own, mirroring your movements as he began to rub your clit in small, precise circles.

"Fuck, yeah, like that" you muttered, your breaths coming out in sharp pants as your hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking more of his touch. "You're doing so good for me, baby," you praised, your voice thick with desire and admiration. Luke groaned at your words, his arousal evident as he watched you writhing under his touch. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate for release as he wished more than anything to be buried deep inside you. You reached beside you, pushing his sweatpants down his thighs just enough to free his erection. He arched his back slightly to assist you, his hard cock springing free, standing tall against his flat stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his size impressive and intimidating.

"Can I touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns over his abs, your touch sending shivers down his spine. Luke's breath hitched at your touch, his abs flexing under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. As you wrapped your hand around his length, he groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as you began to stroke him slowly, his fingers still teasing your soaked pussy. His eyes fluttered shut as he relished in the sensation, his lips parting in a soft moan. "That feels so good," he muttered, his hips instinctively bucking against your hand as he felt the pleasure building inside him. You moaned in response to his touch, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As his fingers picked up speed, you gasped, your chest heaving as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Luke's smirk grew wider as he felt your body responding to his touch, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that you eagerly returned.

Breaking the kiss, you whined as his fingers continued to thrust inside you, your face contorting in pleasure. As you quickened the pace of your hand on his cock, he groaned, his mouth finding your neck, his free hand cupping your breast. Your pumps became sloppier as you approached your orgasm, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "Luke, fuck," you cursed, your breath hitching in anticipation. With a smirk, you released his cock from your grasp, climbing onto his lap as you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You guided him inside you, slowly lowering yourself onto him, a moan escaping your lips as you took him deep inside. Once he was fully seated within you, you paused, savoring the feeling of being filled by him completely. "How does that feel, my pretty boy?" you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"It feels so good," he breathed, his hands gripping your hips as he began to thrust up into you, his movements instinctual and desperate. Every inch of him felt perfect inside you, the connection between you electric and intoxicating. "You feel amazing," he whispered in your ear, his voice ragged with need as he surrendered to the pleasure of being joined with you completely.

You whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, your face scrunched in pleasure as you felt his cock twitching under your touch. Your hand moved faster, stroking his length, your thumb teasing the tip that was already leaking precum. He groaned, his mouth finding your neck, his free hand sliding up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. The sensations were overwhelming him, his arousal peaking, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. "Luke, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "Such a good boy. . making me feel so good," you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. His breath hitched at your praising words, his hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer. "Please. . let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.

"How do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke. Luke nipped at his lower lip, his answer coming effortlessly. "I want you to ride me," he muttered, his eyes glazed with lust as he locked onto yours. You gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "Whatever you want, baby." Releasing his cock from your grasp, you climbed onto his lap. His breath caught in his throat as you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

You grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. A moan escaped your lips as you took him inside, feeling him filling you up completely. Once he was fully seated within you, you stood still for a moment, savoring the sensation. "How does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately. He groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. Every inch of him felt perfect inside you, like he belonged there. "It feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.

"Yeah. . it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out. "It's like your dick was fucking made for me, Luke," you moaned, your breath coming out unevenly. He shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass as he sought more of your touch. You smirked, watching him unravel beneath you. Leaning in to suck at his neck, you left hickeys in your wake, each one earning a moan from him. "You like being deep inside my tight pussy, Luke?" you teased, the sight of your bouncing breasts adding to his pleasure. "Yeah. . so fucking much," he panted heavily, his hips lifting up to meet your downward thrusts. "Such a naughty boy. . but I love it," you cooed, relishing in the power you held over him. "You look so fucking pretty underneath me, baby," you complimented him, his arousal evident as he slid one hand down to rub against your clit roughly.

"Don't stop, please," he begged, his hips jerking up into you, desperate for release. "You close, pretty boy?" you asked him, your own release edging closer. He nodded in response, whimpering as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. "You gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered, your voice firm. "Yes. . I'll be good for you," he whimpered, his cock throbbing inside you, aching for release. "That's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace as your legs began to shake from the pleasure. "You gonna make me cum, baby," you moaned, your hand moving up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow just enough to make it pleasurable. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming," he moaned, his hips thrusting up into you uncontrollably. "Hold it," you commanded, your voice stern. "You won't cum until I do."

"Just a minute, baby, I'm almost there," you promised, whimpering as your pussy clenched around his cock, your orgasm building. Riding him harder, you kept going until you finally fell over the edge, moaning loudly as pleasure washed over you. "Oh gods, Luke," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby." As soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, his thick cum shooting inside you as both of you rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.

He panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 ’𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧.

Part two of the dancing queen series

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Circe Reader

Content: Swearing, nothing bad.

In the remote depths of Aeaea, where the shores were lashed by tempestuous waves and the cliffs towered like ancient sentinels, there existed a secret—a hidden cave veiled in mystery and shadow. You found it one night after turning the first man you’d ever seen alive into a pig, you could stop crying. Guilt was eating you from inside out. You couldn’t stop thinking about if he had a family back home. This was no ordinary cavern; it was a realm of darkness and wonder, concealed from the world by the island's rugged embrace.

The entrance to the cave was cloaked in dense foliage, a tangle of twisted vines and overhanging branches that seemed to guard the passage like silent sentries. As one ventured deeper, the air grew cool and still, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and salt. The narrow passage gradually widened, revealing a vast expanse cloaked in obsidian darkness.

Inside, the cave unfolded like a grand cathedral of the underworld. The walls, forged from ancient volcanic rock, glistened with a muted sheen, their surfaces adorned with crystalline formations that sparkled like stars in the night sky. Stalactites hung overhead, their tapered tips looming ominously, while stalagmites rose from the cavern floor like petrified sentinels.

A pervasive sense of mystery pervaded the atmosphere, amplified by the absence of light. Yet, amidst the darkness, hints of hidden beauty emerged. Bioluminescent fungi clung to the walls, casting an eerie, phosphorescent glow that painted the cavern in soft hues of azure and emerald. The air was alive with the faint hum of unseen creatures—echoes of life thriving in the subterranean depths.

As one ventured further into the cave, a sense of isolation and wonder enveloped the senses. A subterranean river murmured softly in the distance, its waters invisible but its presence felt in the cool breeze that wafted through the chamber. Echoes reverberated off the walls, creating a haunting symphony of sound that seemed to resonate with the heartbeat of the earth itself.

In the deepest recesses of the cave, where the darkness was most profound, a cathedral-like chamber awaited discovery. Here, the ceiling soared to dizzying heights, adorned with clusters of shimmering crystals that refracted what little light there was into a dazzling display of colors. The floor, slick with moisture, mirrored the ceiling's spectacle, creating the illusion of an otherworldly reflection.

This dark and beautiful cave, hidden away from the island's shores, was a testament to the untamed beauty of the natural world—a realm where light and shadow danced in perpetual harmony, inviting the intrepid explorer to immerse themselves in the enigmatic depths of the earth's embrace.

You had the great idea of hiding the three demigods there and giving them three simple rules that you wrote in bold writing on the cave walls:

•Only Annabeth is allowed into town for necessities (unless you want to die).

•Don’t ruin your birthday (unless you want to die).

•Don’t let the nymphs see you on the beach (unless you want to die), they love to gossip.

•DO NOT disobey your rules (unless you want to die).

They were doing very well at obeying your rules too, 2 weeks they had been on the island and you had only seen Annabeth around. That was till Luke just had to take a walk through the woods, he just had to disobey you and your very important lifesaving rules.

In the heart of the verdant woods, where sunlight filtered through a canopy of ancient trees, stood a hidden temple embraced by a riot of wildflowers and creeping vines. The temple's weathered stones were adorned with cascades of colorful blooms, creating a tapestry of vibrant hues against the mossy walls. Delicate tendrils of ivy wove themselves around the temple's pillars, their verdant green contrasting with the soft pinks and purples of the flowers that adorned them.

Nymphs, ethereal beings of the woods, flitted playfully among the branches, their laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the breeze. Some watched as you prayed to the gods and goddesses above, you liked to thank them for the beautiful things they created. They congregated around the temple, their presence adding a sense of otherworldly magic to the scene. Some nymphs perched on the highest boughs, their flowing robes blending with the dappled sunlight that danced upon the forest floor. Others peeked mischievously from behind gnarled trunks, their eyes sparkling with curiosity.

It was a daily routine for you to come to the temple, you’d pray and then you’d listen to them gossip about nonsense that they made up or witnessed on the island. Either way, they always managed to talk about your nonexistent love life that they found so much interest in. You’d never cared about gender before, and you’ve never cared about relationships, it never interested you as much as it did to the nymphs.

As the day waned, the air was filled with a symphony of nature's sounds—the soft rustling of leaves, the distant call of birds, and the gentle gurgle of a nearby stream. Bees hummed lazily among the flowers, drawn by their sweet nectar, adding to the sensory tapestry of the enchanted woodland. Shafts of golden light pierced through the leafy canopy, illuminating the temple and casting long shadows that seemed to dance with the nymphs' movements.

Within this tranquil oasis, time seemed to slow, and the boundary between the natural and the supernatural blurred. The temple, embraced by the wild embrace of nature, felt like a sacred nexus—a place where the mystical and the mundane intertwined seamlessly. The nymphs' whispers, carried on the wind, echoed the secrets of the forest, adding an ephemeral layer of enchantment to the already magical atmosphere. Here, amid the green woods and the temple adorned with flowers and vines, one could almost believe pain and death was merely a myth.

A myth Luke Castellan wanted to believe truly existed.

Amidst the serene embrace of the verdant woods, Luke ventured deeper than he was allowed, he couldn’t help himself especially when he could’ve sworn he heard the woods calling out his name, luring him further and further into its grasp. The forest seemed to come alive around him, every leaf whispering secrets of hidden wonders. As he treaded softly over a carpet of moss and fallen leaves, Luke's eyes caught a glimpse of something extraordinary—a beautiful temple emerging from the emerald foliage.

The temple was a vision of ancient elegance, its weathered stone walls adorned with cascading vines and vibrant blooms. Luke stood in awe at the threshold, feeling a sense of reverence wash over him. But it was not just the temple that captivated his attention.

Within its tranquil courtyard, Luke spotted you—a vision of ethereal grace and beauty. Your hair, flowing ever so gracefully and shimmering like spun gold in the dappled sunlight, and your eyes, like pools of liquid poison, so sweet yet so deadly, radiated warmth and kindness. You moved with a fluidity that seemed to echo the dance of the forest itself.

Luke's gaze lingered on you, mesmerized by your presence. Like your mother you’re an enchantress, fooling men into their doom, and Luke didn’t mind one bit. But you’re not alone. Around you, playful nymphs flitted and giggled, their laughter like wind chimes in the gentle breeze. They seemed to regard you with adoration and mischief, as if you were one of their own—a guardian of this enchanted place.

As Luke watched, a sense of wonder filled his heart. He had stumbled upon a scene straight out of myth and legend—a beautiful girl, surrounded by woodland spirits in a sacred temple hidden within the heart of the woods. He dared not intrude, content to observe from the fringes, entranced by the harmony between the you and your mystical companions.

Your laughter rang out, pure and joyous, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant song of birds. Luke found himself drawn closer, though he remained concealed behind a gnarled oak, not wanting to disturb the magic of the moment.

In that fleeting instant, as sunlight filtered through the temple's canopy, Luke felt a stirring in his soul—a longing to be part of this world of beauty and wonder, to unravel its mysteries and share in its enchantment. And so, hidden in the shadows, he continued to watch, his heart filled with admiration for you who seemed truly out of this world.

His body moved closer, like a magnet to a fridge, but his focus was too locked on you that he tripped over the thick roots of a tree sticking out the floor. He hit the ground with a loud oomph! The nymphs giggled stopped as they rushed over to the source of the sound. As Luke's unintentional noise echoed through the tranquil woods, the nymphs' playful banter abruptly halted, replaced by wide-eyed stares and hushed whispers. You, who had hidden Luke on the island unbeknownst to your mother, exchanged a glance with the mischievous woodland spirits. You had entrusted Luke with strict instructions not to leave the cave, and now, he stood before you, having ventured out into the woods. Was the world spinning or did the realisation you’re fucked finally hit you?

"Luke!" your voice carried a mixture of surprise and anger as she approached him, your expression stern. "I told you to stay put. Why did you leave the cave?" Your eyes bore into him with a mixture of concern and frustration.

Luke, caught off guard by your sudden reprimand, flashed a sheepish grin. "Ah, come on, pearl," he replied again with that sicking nickname that made your stomach do flips and your brain go numb, he was trying to defuse the tension with a hint of playfulness. "I couldn't resist the allure of the forest. Besides, being cooped up in that cave was starting to feel like punishment especially with Annabeth and Percy’s bickering."

The nymphs, sensing the shift in atmosphere, watched with wide-eyed curiosity, their mischievous grins replaced by an air of anticipation like they expected him to sweep you off your feet and take you away from the island.

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation. "This is serious, Luke," you insisted, your voice softening slightly. "My mother forbids men on this island for a reason. We have to be cautious."

Luke took a step closer, his gaze earnest yet laced with playful defiance. "I know who your mother is pearl," he teased, his tone light yet so full of truth. "that isn’t going to stop be from doing what I want."

The nymphs, sensing the tension between the two, exchanged knowing looks and began to giggle amongst themselves, their whispers barely audible but filled with amusement.

Your expression hardened, but there was a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes despite your efforts to maintain composure. "You're impossible," she muttered, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Can’t you just do as I say for my birthday at least,” you began a new attempt by pouting, your pink plump lips curving downward sent a shiver down Luke’s spine, “please.”

The nymphs, emboldened by the newfound dynamic, teased him further. "Oh, come now, Luke," one of them chimed in mischievously. "We've never seen her so sad."

Your nerves that the nymphs would spread the word around that there’s a boy on the island was washed away with the tide when you saw there playful expressions, they where enjoying this interaction too much for your liking, but if it kept them quiet maybe it would be smart to play into it more.

Luke grinned unabashedly, his playful demeanor easing the tension. "Maybe, for your birthday. Can’t promise i’ll be able to stay away from pretty things though." he quipped, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Despite your best efforts to appear stern, you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, the sound carrying through the tranquil forest like a melody. In that moment, amidst the teasing banter and the enchanting backdrop of the woods, a bond began to form—an unlikely connection between a girl who knew nothing more than the little life she’s living and a boy daring to test at least one gods patients.

As the forest seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, Luke and you found yourselves locked in a playful yet charged exchange, your words weaving a tapestry of intrigue beneath the verdant canopy.

Luke, now back on his feet but still under the watchful gaze of you and the curious nymphs, couldn't resist pushing the boundaries further. "For your birthday pearl, I'll be on my best behaviour," he quipped with a wink, his tone light but his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You, unable to fully suppress a smile, crossed your arms in mock exasperation. "I suppose that's the best I can hope for from you," you replied, your voice tinged with amusement.

The nymphs, sensing the shift in atmosphere, resumed their playful banter, their giggles like a chorus of wind chimes. "He’s quite handsome," one of them remarked, fluttering around him mischievously.

Luke grinned unabashedly, enjoying the attention and the lively energy of the woodland spirits. "Thank you." he grinned, his gaze lingering on you.

The forest around them seemed to respond to your interaction, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze as if whispering secrets among themselves. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the forest floor with patches of golden light.

You have a feeling and mixture of amusement and trepidation, cast a sidelong glance at Luke. "You do realize the risks of being here, right?" you said softly, your tone serious once again. "My mother, Circe, is not to be underestimated."

Luke's expression softened, a rare moment of vulnerability in his eyes. "I understand," he replied earnestly. "But rules like that are just begging to be broken. Besides pearl, i’m not a bad fighter.”

The nymphs, let out loud cackles from Luke's words, they exchanged glances filled with silent understanding that this might just be the beginning of something completely tragic, or finally the entertainment they’d all been praying for. They had witnessed many secrets unfold within these woods, but the arrival of a boy—especially one who dared to challenge the island's rules—added a new layer of intrigue to their secluded world.

As the forest enveloped them in its embrace, you and Luke shared a moment of unspoken connection. Despite the complications and dangers that lay ahead, there was an undeniable spark between you—an inexplicable pull that transcended the boundaries of their respective worlds.

"You may regret this, Luke," You warned with a hint of reluctance, your gaze lingering on his with uncertainty.

Luke's grin widened, his eyes alight with determination. "Or," he countered with a playful smirk, "I don’t."

The nymphs, sensing the possibility of adventure, erupted into excited whispers, their excitement adding to the magic of the moment.

And so, amidst the whispers of the forest and the laughter of the nymphs, Luke and you stood at the threshold of a new chapter— you’d never strayed away from the path your mother made for you, you listened and placed your feet into her imprinted footsteps. But being near Luke made you feel tired of that world of rules, of a simple life where you where treated like some prized possession. Beneath the verdant canopy of the enchanted woods, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see where your shared destiny would lead you.

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I’m literally going nuts over these photos oh my gods

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Sunshine and Midnight Rain

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader

word count: 851

summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story

a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING

Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.

You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.

“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”

“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.

“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.

“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?

“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.

“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.

“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”

——————

“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.

You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.

“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.

“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.

“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.

You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.

“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.

“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.

“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.

“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.

“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.

“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.

“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.

“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.

“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.

“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.

“He was always my favorite,” he adds.

“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.

“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.

Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.

“You’re staring, again” You mention.

“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.

You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.

“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.

“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”

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It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.

As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.

“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.

“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.

You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”

“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks

“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.

“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.

“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”

And maybe, just maybe, he could.

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Apples

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: You tossed an apple to Luke without knowing the meaning of it in Greek Mythology (fluff, friends to lovers, happy ending)

Note: Just wanted to write something lighthearted and funny. Since I saw somewhere that apparently throwing an apple at someone means something in Greek Mythology, thought I should use it as a prompt.

Word count: 3.1k

You have been at Camp Half-Blood for a year. Within that time, you’ve been claimed by your Godly parent, learned so many things about Greek mythology, and, best of all, made friends who understood exactly what you were going through and all whom you loved dearly.

One of them was Luke Castellan. You two were relatively close friends, though you swore he treated you differently than he would with others at camp. But you didn’t want to be foolish and assumed it was something. That didn’t mean you don’t treat him differently than you would with other campers though. You have always had a soft spot for Luke in your heart. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but you found yourself thinking about him too often.

“Anyway, Percy. Don’t worry too much, honestly. We all have been through what you’re currently going through. You’ll fit right in, yeah?” the younger boy offered you a lope-sided smile as you patted his back and stood up.

“Alright, boys, I have to go now, but I’ll see you later,” you said before grabbing your plate, which would have been empty if it wasn’t for the apple you hadn’t eaten. The rest of the table - which included Chris, Luke, and Percy - said their goodbyes before chattering again as you walked away. However, you halted as you changed your mind about wasting the apple.

You turned back to look at the group before calling out, “Hey, Castellan.” However, you were slightly caught off guard to see Luke already having his eyes on you.

Luke swore that you have always had him mesmerized. If he even heard a whisper of your voice, his head would immediately try to locate you. To make matters worse, Chris even started calling Luke a “lost puppy” when he realized how your departure would always leave Luke like one.

“Catch,” you tossed your apple at Luke.

Multiple heads turned in your direction as the red apple hurled through the air before landing neatly in Luke’s hands. The Hermes cabin counselor had his eyes glued onto the fruit that was in his palms. You almost halted in your steps from his and other camper’s reactions. Some started whispering to their friends, pointing at you. You even heard one gasp. But you ignored them, finding it strange that people cared so much about such a small interaction.

“You can have it. I don’t think I’ll have time to eat it,” with that, you vanished from the scene, leaving at least half of the camp agape, including Luke and your friends.

Then, the strangest of things happened for the next few days. It started with Luke already stationed outside when you exited your cabin the morning after. He cheekily presented you with one singular flower in his hand, and you took it with playful words, “Ooh, what did I do to deserve this special treatment today?”

“Nothing, just thought I should show how much I appreciate you,” Luke put his arm over your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the dining pavilion. You could feel your cheeks flushing at his action. He has never done this before. With his arms around you, the sides of your bodies brushed as the two of you walked. You noticed almost immediately how every other person would have their eyes on the two of you. But you ignored the attention and focused on Luke instead.

The sweet actions didn’t stop at flowers or more physical touches. For the next three days, Luke was stuck to your hip. So it was quite strange that you have not spotted the Hermes cabin counselor in the last two hours. Hence why you were spending some time with Clarisse, another close friend of yours. However, you felt an arm swinging around your shoulders, and you instantly recognized who it was from the familiar touch.

“Hey, Clarisse, can I borrow Y/N real quick?” Luke asked, quickly muttering a “thank you” when your friend nodded. “So, I have something to give you…” your face must have shown how surprised you were because he chuckled at your reaction. However, when the boy pulled his gift out from his cargo pocket, your mouth fell slightly agape at the reveal.

Luke must have misinterpreted your reaction because he started nervously rambling, his voice a few octaves higher, “It’s not much, but honestly, this is all I can do with my arts and crafts skills. I’m just not really good with that y-”

“It’s perfect, Luke. Thank you so much!” you gave him a brief hug, but it was enough to stun him for a second. Luke felt this urgent sense of craving from how your bodies fit for a second. It’s as if he was made to hold you. He almost pulled you back into another hug but had to force himself to regain composure. Nevertheless, that didn’t last long because his eyes softened again at the sight of you trying on the bracelet he made. The beads in your favorite color, crafted with care, wrapped around your wrist perfectly, and you wonder how he knew just the right size to make it.

The truth was Luke had to ask Clarisse to steal one of your bracelets just so he could make a bracelet of the correct size. But you didn't need to know that, though - according to him.

The next night, there was a social gathering near the campfire. Luke reapproached the location with a hoodie in hand. Earlier, Luke excused himself to fetch the clothing item that was now in his hand that was meant for you. However, his brows scrunched as he spotted another figure next to you, sitting in the spot that he previously occupied. You were laughing at something they said. The way your laugh echoed in his head usually sounded like a lullaby or the enchanting voice of a siren. But right now, the idea that someone else elicited the same laugh made him want to hurl behind the bush he was standing next to.

Little did he know you were zoning out from whatever the other boy was speaking about, thus the fake laugh to not blow your cover. You were distracted just thinking about Luke and everything he has done so far - offering his portion of dessert to you because he knew it was your favorite; him winning Capture the Flag and ignoring everybody else to go hug you first, then having his eyes on you and only you afterwards; sneaking out of camp to go buy the items you mentioned once that you wish you had at camp and so on.

Your mind quickly reminded you that the boy sitting next to you was still talking to you. However, when you snapped out of your thoughts again, you realized now he was looking at you expectantly and you scrambled your mind for a reply.

Thank Gods Luke plopped down on your other side, saving you from having to admit to the other boy that you were not listening to him. “Hey, you’re back,” you commented. Luke’s arm automatically threw itself around your shoulder and tugged you to him slightly. Your body leaned on the Hermes cabin counselor ever so naturally at this before you turned to him. Luke quickly set his clothing on your lap, and you stared at it questioningly.

“You’re cold, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” your cheeks flushed again at how he knew without you telling him. You shivered maybe once or twice earlier due to the night air lowering the temperature, but it was so brief you were sure nobody had noticed. As you put on the hoodie, Luke averted his gaze from you to the guy on your other side.

The Hermes cabin counselor arched one of his eyebrows in a challenging manner. Almost immediately, his ‘opponent’ slightly raised both of his hands. Luke internally snickered at the quick motion of surrender.

“My bad, man,” you heard the other boy say as you managed to put your head through the clothing item and pull it down. Luke was physically preening at the other boy’s words and departure. Meanwhile, you were distracted by how you were engulfed by the smell of Luke from his hoodie. Your height difference also meant you were swimming in it, but it felt so comfortable.

“What was that?” you asked once the other boy was gone.

“Nothing…” even the most oblivious person could see that Luke was lying. But, once again, you did not question his actions and carried on with the gathering. You could also feel other campers staring at the two of you, but you ignored that as well.

That night - like every other night since four days ago - he walked you back to your cabin. You were honestly completely smitten by the attention he has given you, not that you would admit that to him. You were still not sure what caused the change, but you were still elated about it. Maybe he did return your feelings? Either way, everything felt perfect lately, and you went to sleep that night feeling like the stars aligned for you.

“I guess congratulations are in order?” Percy spoke up as you lined up for food the following day.

“What do you mean?” you asked, taking the plate of food. Today’s meal consisted of mac n’ cheese, steak, and an apple.

“You’re engaged?” you almost dropped your plate at that and gave the son of Poseidon a questioning look. “You proposed to Luke like a week ago?”

“What? When?”

“When you threw him the apple? That is considered a marriage proposal.”

“Since when?”

“Uh, in Ancient Greek culture, it’s considered a marriage proposal if a man throws an apple at a lady. But, I mean, it’s the 21st century, so I guess it can work both ways.” Percy finally took a plate of food for himself. “And if the recipient catches it, it’s considered an acceptance.”

“You saw this and knew this whole time without telling me?!?”

“I thought you knew! And you two seem so smitten already, so I thought you did it on purpose.”

“Percy, no! Is this a well-known thing? Do you think other people who saw it too thought I proposed to Luke as well?” Seeing Percy’s look and how he was fumbling with his words, you quickly requested, “Actually, no, don’t answer that.”

The two of you walked over to Luke and Chris with plates in hand. You picked up the apple on your plate and placed it on the table.

“Luke, we need to talk,” You deliberately placed the fruit there, hoping the boy would get a hint about the topic you wanted to discuss. Luke’s eyes flicked from the fruit to you. Though the hint of amusement in his eyes and a sheepish grin made you realize he knew all along. Luke stood up and followed you out of sight and hearing distance from other campers whose eyes were trailing after the two of you.

“You knew what it meant, and you didn’t tell me?” You broke the silence as soon as you two were far away enough.

“Listen, I appreciate your proposal. But, it’s a little bit fast, don’t you think?” Luke teased, and you instantly hit his arm at that, causing the boy to flinch slightly, but the smile on his face told you he was anything but mad at your action.

“But you caught it. So, technically, you said yes,” you rebutted, sighing as you rubbed your face, “My Gods, does everybody at camp think we’re engaged? Wait, is this a substitute for an engagement ring? Did you give this to me because of that?” you pointed to the bracelet Luke gave you, your mind now understanding Clarisse’s teasing and her implications. You could see the way Luke was stifling a laugh. He settled with saying something else when he saw the pure panic on your face.

“Sweetheart, calm down.” the nickname successfully silenced you. You hated how it made you feel, but you would not mind hearing that daily. “No, it’s not an engagement ring.”

“Oh, so were you doing all of these romantic gestures and gifts on purpose to make fun of me and the situation?” you asked, though it was more with a lighthearted tone than one of temper. However, something shifted because the expression on Luke’s face changed from one of humor to earnestness.

“No, I didn’t do all this to make fun of the situation or you…” Luke’s voice fell off as tried to find the right words to say next. In that split second, Luke took a deep breath, and you could see how nervous he suddenly became, though he still kept a light tone. “I did it because I took it as a chance to maybe…win you over, and it also gives me an advantage because it fended off many other guys.”

Undoubtedly, you were frozen in place, unable to register the words he was saying and the implications they bear. Neither did the boy in front of you act like the Luke you usually know - somebody who was usually confident, outgoing, always having his way with words. No, the person in front of you could not even hold eye contact, the pink hue on his cheeks now spreading to the tip of his ears as he shifted left and right. Luke broke the silence first, giving away the nerves that were gnawing him away from your lack of response.

“How about this? I’ll say ‘no’ to your mind-blowing marriage proposal for now,” you lightheartedly hit him again, rolling your eyes playfully. Seeing a positive reaction from you, Luke let out a small breath of relief, but the nerves quickly overtook again as he mustered up all the courage to utter his counter proposal: “But maybe we could start with something slower like going on a date? — Or I’ll even settle with you allowing me to try and ‘woo’ you.” Luke added the last bit as insurance, in case you didn’t want to take up on the date. Part of his mind wanted to scowl at himself for seeming so desperate - but Gods, he has always been a desperate man when it comes to you.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yet you still proposed to me.”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?” Luke only shook his head in response. Once again, you haven’t responded to his offer. Luke could see that you were in deep thought, the cogs turning in your head as you digested what he just said.

“You mean it? That you wanna go on a date? That you wanna “woo” me and sweep me off my feet?” you questioned. Despite the humor in your voice, there was also a hint of vulnerability and cautiousness. “Does this mean what you’ve been doing for the past few days…they are all genuine?”

“Is it that hard to believe that I like you? I don’t think you even fully understand the feelings I have for you. I’ve had my eyes on you for a year now, which is the entire time I know you, and I’m afraid I can’t see that changing any time soon.” Luke had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying more because he was sure he would never stop talking about you if he could. Maybe those unspoken words ought to be things Luke would disclose in the future. If you give him the chance, he will ensure you hear everything he adored about you.

“Well, that’s good then, ‘cause I happen to like you too,” your words made Luke’s eyes snap to yours, almost in disbelief.

Luke felt as if his heart was blocking his airway by the way it was thumping so hard in his chest to the point he could feel the vibration in his neck. He held his breath over your confession and the way you were looking at him. Oh, Luke was convinced he was utterly doomed because how could he be so affected by one single look. He was suddenly unsure whether he would be able to handle your affections or ever live without it if it was taken from him. He’d spend the rest of eternity like a deprived man.

“Aw, look who is nervous now,” you teased, deciding to somewhat torture him and get him back for teasing you earlier. “I did not think I had this kind of effect on you, Castellan,” you approached him slowly, keeping eye contact with his now dilated pupils.

“I mean…all I did was say a couple of words and you’re all tongue tied. What would happen to you if I do this?” you swiftly grabbed Luke’s camp beads and pulled him down, eliminating a significant amount of space between your faces, though not completely. To steady himself during your action, Luke’s hands steadied on your hips and stumbled slightly, though you did not mind the touch.

You never knew it was possible for his face to flush even more, but it did. Luke gulped and your eyes casted down on the way his Adam’s apple moved when he did so. The way he reacted to you only intoxicated you with power even more. You glanced upwards a bit, eyes observing his lips for a split second before looking back up at his eyes. You smirked when you caught his eyes flickering back to yours from your lips as well.

Just as you were about to close the distance, Luke pulled back just a bit, finally able to speak, though his words were heavy warnings, “If this happens—” Luke stopped, unsure he should let you know. Luke shook his head lightly as his eyes traced over your features before continuing, “If we kiss, there is no going back for me. I don’t think I could just…forget about it. So, please, just be sure before you do it.” Your eyes softened at his words.

“I promise, Luke. I am sure,” you muttered, though Luke knew you meant the words by heart from the way you were looking at him.

You finally pulled the boy down again using his camp necklace.

As your lips touched Luke’s, he let out a content sigh. His hands clung onto your hips, pulling you flush against his own body while you caressed both sides of his face in your hands. Luke felt like the world was swallowing him whole. The boy now knew what your lips tasted like, and it felt like an addiction. He could feel his heart waving white flags at that moment, completely surrendering to you. He was right before. There was no going back from this.

But oh, if Luke knew an apple was all it took, he would have tossed one to you himself.

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