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magpie-to-the-morning · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit

RATING: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: The Thief x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Tags: Public nudity, explicit consent, breast worship, voice kink, fingering (female receiving)

Author’s Note: This story wouldn’t exist without two Kinktober requests! Thank you to @massivecolorspygiant for requesting Table Sex with the Thief, and @nolanell for requesting Voice Kink with him. You are my muses and I’m very grateful.

Thank you also to @radiowallet , who not only betaed this fic and contributed one of my favorite lines (hint: 🎁), but inspired me to attempt the Thief in the first place. If you haven’t read Radiant with Thief!Marcus and his Little Ghost, what are you even doing??

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“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

A richly timbred male voice curls around you like smoke, the subtle smirk sending skitters down your spine. It’s difficult to see him from your prone position on the polished mahogany table, and if you move or lift your head, you run the risk of tipping the artfully arranged forest fruits and delicate pastries laid over you, exposing your naked body to the guests thronging the banquet hall. You steal glimpses through the slits in your exquisitely molded black lace mask: broad shoulders swathed in silk. Softly curling chestnut hair shot through with strands of silver. Plush, smiling lips, made for secrets - although telling or keeping, you can’t quite decide. Dark, hooded eyes amused with what they see, even through a mask.

His is more daring than any you’ve seen so far. Black leather tooled to resemble scales, the features artfully twisted into an amused smirk, the whole piece adorned with two twisting horns, the very picture of a storybook demon.

Your attention drifts to him again and again, drawn unerringly and unbidden like a moth to a jeweled lantern’s flame. You’re forbidden to have any contact with the guests at this party but as you aren’t moving or speaking, surely it won’t hurt to brush your wings against the tinted glass.

By the time the talk is winding down and the guests have begun to take their seats, you are trembling so hard with suppressed desire that the crystal wine glasses begin to rattle. No one seems to notice. No one except the man in the embroidered silk coat. His lips curve behind the single finger he raises to them as you exchange a furtive glance.

Quiet, he seems to urge. Don’t give the game away.

When you give a barely perceptible nod, his eyes light with mischief, sending a thrill straight to your aching center.

After that, the game is well and truly on.

Some of the bolder guests have begun to lift food from the serving platter of your body, but with such tentative giggles that you nearly roll your eyes at them, something not even your shapely mask would disguise.

Not your demon.

While the others count themselves brave for lifting a vol-au-vent from the crook of your elbow, he is far bolder. One by one, the slices of fruit adoring your chest disappear past his lips with evident relish, his fingers lingering longer with every touch. With an upraised eyebrow, his hand pauses over the final two berries capping your nipples. When you flash him a small, secret smile of encouragement, he swipes them both away with a featherlight touch that has you gasping. When your lips part, he slips one into your waiting mouth. Not to be outdone, you wrap your tongue around his fingers before they depart and watch the darkening flicker in his eyes with satisfaction.

Emboldened, the other guests follow his example. A woman in shimmering beetle green delights in feeding you tidbits from her hand. Someone in a plain black tuxedo comments loudly about how he’d prefer you to any of the dishes on display - though you’re more offended at his inability to dress to the evening’s theme (“Forbidden Pleasures: A Fae Feast”) than his remarks.

Your dark-eyed demon is far, far subtler. No one notices the brush of his fingers against your inner thigh, or the way your legs part, just a little, in silent invitation. By the time you’re nearly bare, the delicacies hiding your nakedness snatched away by greedy hands, his eyes are burning coals beneath his mask.

You were supposed to leave.

The masquerade ball following the dinner party was not for you. You were supposed to wash away the crushed berry juices from your skin, brush off the clinging flakes of pastry, collect your wages, and go.

Instead, you’ve changed into the ball gown that has valiantly resisted wrinkling despite being crammed into a garment bag. Its pomegranate silk glides over your skin like a caress, seemingly willing to forgive your rough treatment in exchange for a night out. You arrange your hair in an artful twist and slide a new mask over your features. You scarcely recognize yourself in the baroque gilt mirror before you, and it seems impossible that any of the overfed, self-satisfied guests with pockets deep enough to be here will recognize you.

Well, with one possible exception.

Hope thrums in your chest, mothwing soft but heartbeat strong and with a final glance in the mirror for courage, you set out to find your demon.

“There you are.”

The velvet tones of his rich voice settle around you like a cloak even before you turn to face him. His eyes dance as he takes you in, from the six garnet drops at your throat to the ruby colored gown shading to black by the time it pools at your fight like liquid darkness. A knowing smile kindles on his features not hidden beneath black leather.

“Hello, Persephone.”

A delighted laugh catches in your throat. “I didn't think anyone would notice.”

“Oh, I noticed.” He’s closer now, his breath fanning across your cheek. The embers you’ve scarcely managed to bank flare to life in your belly and it’s all you can do not to reach out and pull him into a dark alcove then and there. “I haven’t been able to stop noticing. What are you doing, slumming with these people?”

With a jerk of his artfully tousled head, he dismisses the glitterati around you, already half wasted on champagne and designer drugs, utterly blind to the wonders of their own riches. With a thrill, you realize the man standing before you doesn’t count himself as one of them, not even aspirationally.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“I’m working,” you tell him, savoring the vagueness of the explanation.

With a roguish wink, he answers “So am I.”

Intrigued, you arch an eyebrow. “Oh? And what do you do, Sir Demon?”

Leaning in so close you’re enveloped in his scent (tobacco and clove, amber and spice), he whispers “I’m a thief.”

Startled, you pull back to search his gaze. There’s humor there, but you don’t think he’s joking, not about this. If anything he’s… waiting. Curious to see how you’ll respond, urging you to play along.

For a moment, you wonder if mingling in crowds like this to steal from them is as lonely as serving them can be.

Coming to a decision, you put your lips almost to his ear and murmur “And what is it you intend to take tonight, Thief?”

Holding out one gloved hand, he says “Let me show you.”

He draws you into the hushed stillness of a library, empty aside from the sleeping books lining the walls, their gilt titles all but glowing in the starlight shining through an enormous plate glass window. It’s a massive space, all vaulted ceilings and shadowy stacks, an abundance of a different kind of wealth on full display.

The Thief looks on as you run a hand over the spines of the books in a gentle caress.

“Take one.”

Your fingers falter over a midnight blue spine stamped with silver stars but you shake your head, your throat suddenly thick with longing.

“I’m pretty sure they’d throw me into a literal dungeon for even trying.” The smile you attempt doesn’t quite reach your eyes but you shake it off, not wanting to spoil the magic of this one, stolen night with him.

“Well?” You prompt, the lightness back in your tone once you’ve turned to face him. “You haven’t told me what you’re here to steal. Is there a safe in here, or, ohh, is there treasure in a -“

He muffles your words with a kiss. It’s light at first, the brush of his mouth against yours, one palm cradling your jaw.

“You,” he breathes when you come up for air, starry-eyed and wondering, though not completely surprised. His thumb traces a line down your lower lip and comes to rest at your chin. He holds you in a terribly gentle grasp, his eyes searching yours as he asks “Will you let me?”

“Yes.” You both smile when your answer nearly trips over his questions in your rush to get his mouth back on yours. You’ve been aching for him for hours and oh, his kiss is as deliciously decadent as you’d hoped, rich and heady as rich red wine.

You don’t even try to suppress your moan when his tongue slips past your lips, grazing yours in a hungry glide that sends you gasping for more. He obliges, one broad hand at your hip, the other settling at the nape of your neck, the better to tip your mouth to his so he can drink you down. He licks into your mouth, drawing moans from you with a passion that leaves you trembling.

For all his evident skill, his is a barely controlled hunger and you wonder at his restraint in keeping it leashed this far. You’re not faring much better, truth be told. Your arms are wound around his neck, your chest straining against the confines of your corset. His warmth seeps into you but it isn’t enough. Your body screams to be closer, to press skin to skin and let him ravage you completely.

“I wanted to take you right there on that table,” he groans, the curve of his nose pressed to your cheek. You didn’t even see him remove the mask, it’s simply gone, leaving his face bared to you. “And now I can’t decide if I liked you better naked and on display for me or wrapped up so pretty like a perfect little present.”

His fingers trail down the laces at the back of your gown and drift until he’s cupping your backside, pulling you close enough to feel how badly he wants you. When you hitch one leg up to grind closer, he’s quick to run his palm up your thigh, holding you at his hip and groaning when you roll against him.

“Unwrap me, then.” You barely recognize the sultry sound of your own voice, but the Thief rewards your boldness. With a flick of his wrist, your laces are undone and with a conjuror’s flourish, he tugs your bodice down, exposing your straining breasts to his wicked mouth.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he purrs, laying you down on a solid oak table. With one broad hand splayed across your collarbones, he lowers his head. Already burning for his touch, the scorching heat of his tongue, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, urging him on.

But oh, he makes you wait.

He trails light, teasing kisses over your breasts, chuckling when you whine and clutch at him, greedy for more.

“Patience,” he tuts. “I want you as ravenous for me as I am for you. Do you have any idea how badly I want you? Getting my hands on you, stealing you away - it’s all I’ve been able to think about tonight.”

His low voice throbs between your legs, the throaty purr enough to leave you soaking for him. You score a momentary reprieve when he finally wraps his lips around your peaked nipple and sucks hard, all the while kneading and pinching your other breast beneath his agile fingers. You gasp and shudder for him, your breath hitching when he mirrors the actions on the opposite sides. But as exquisite as his mouth is, you need more.

“I do want you,” you whimper helplessly. “This is all I’ve wanted since I heard you in that banquet hall.”

This earns you an amused glance as he pauses, his chin between the valley of your breasts. “Oh? You like my voice?”

The strangled noise you make at that ridiculous question is enough to give him his answer.

“Alright, treasure,” he soothes, and you can feel him grinning in the dark, his jawline scraping against your heated flesh. He’s already standing between your legs but he nudges them wider, pushing your skirts up around your waist in one smooth motion, the better to stroke one hand up your quivering thigh. He sighs with pleasure when his fingers reach the dampened scrap of silk between your legs and he pushes it aside to cup your wet heat, parting your folds and rubbing circles around and around your swollen clit with practiced ease.

“I’m going to make you come telling you all the filthy things I’ve been going out of my damn mind thinking about.”

He bends over you then, his broad form covering yours, his hand trapped between your bodies as you clutch desperately at his shoulders, his fingers working furiously to drive you to a fevered state of need.

Bringing his lips to your ear, he drops his voice to a subterranean rumble that rolls through you like thunder and says,

“And then… I’m going to do them.”

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#The Thief x Reader #The Thief x F!Reader #The Thief x Fem!Reader #Casillero del Diablo #if marketing people are seeing this #yes I do indeed buy this wine bc of Pedro and I am not alone 🤣#but also please look away #Emma does Kinktober 2022 #Fic #My fic

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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The Painting

AN | There is absolutely no reason for this except I saw some vague prompt somewhere about two individuals meeting in a museum while looking at a portrait of people who exactly like them. I couldn’t get the idea or the Thief out of my head so here we are! Part soulmate au, part sugary sweet fluff, but all softness! Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | The Thief x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

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Taking the chance and moving to Italy to finish your studies had been both the easiest and hardest decision of your life. The opportunity to live in the birthplace of the renaissance seemed like a dream; but having to leave behind all of your friends and family had been rough. But in the end, as you traveled throughout Europe and had the opportunity to see some of the most beautiful sights in the world, you’d decided that it was worth it. Nothing could compare to the experiences you were having, the art you were able to see and study in real life instead of through books and pictures.

You loved getting to walk through hallowed halls filled with both beautiful artwork and centuries of history. There seemed to be a new place to explore every weekend and you often let yourself go wherever the day took you. But there was one feeling you could never quite seem to shake. The feeling that something was missing…like a piece of you wasn't quite there. And no matter how many adventures or wonderful things you got to do, that hole in your heart never seemed to be filled. But that was a matter for a different day.

This particular afternoon found you wandering through the halls of the Uffizi Gallery. You’d been here many times before, spending hours walking around and taking it all in, working on your own sketches from all the inspiration around you.

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It was quiet today, the mid-spring rain seeming to keep most people inside or occupied elsewhere, which left you as one of the few stragglers inside. Your sketchpad was clutched tightly against your chest as you made your way upstairs to one of your favorite spots. It was in the back of the gallery and often quiet. The bench in front of your favorite painting was empty so you quietly slid into it, setting your things down before giving the painting a cursory once over. It was only then that you noticed that the painting that normally hung there was gone. The replacement was one you’d never seen before, not online or in books or texts.

Your breath caught in your throat in a flurry of excitement as you stood up to examine it. At first glance it appeared to be in the vain of Botticelli or Caravaggio, but it had a certain distinct quality to it that you couldn’t quite place. There wasn’t a signature to be found, nor had there been any announcement about any new artwork. How very curious.

You got as close to it as possible without setting off any of the alarms, taking in the brushwork and color choices in an attempt to see if you could discover the artist. It was some time before you stepped back to take in the composition and subject. The portrait was of a man, shielding and protecting a woman from something off canvas. You wondered what it could have been, what could have prompted the artist to want to capture this particular moment. The man in the painting was handsome; you could see that he was the essence of beauty with dark curls that framed his face and a strong jaw and nose. There was something unique about him, but at the same time you felt like you had seen him before; like you knew him despite the fact that whoever the inspiration was had likely been dead for centuries.

It was the woman that you noticed only after a thorough study of the gallant man clearly portrayed as a hero. She was beautiful, stylized with a light glow behind her as she gazed upon the man with a serene expression. It wasn’t until you really took a close look that you realized…she looked a lot like you. Or perhaps you looked like her. She had extremely similar if not the same features as you from your nose to your eyes and lips, the same hair only differently styled. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were looking at a portrait of yourself. One that had been created hundreds of years ago.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you hadn’t even heard anyone come up or approach, and you jumped back in surprise, almost falling over your own feet. Once you steadied yourself, your heart beating wildly, you looked at the stranger that had suddenly made their appearance, “I didn’t mean to scare you! I thought you heard me coming.”

“N-no,” your response was a nervous stammer, “I guess I was too caught up in looking at the painting.”

“I can understand why…it’s a remarkable painting,” it was only now that you took a proper look at him. You were caught off guard for the second time since he’d appeared, but this time it was by his beauty. His was handsome, in a roguish type of way, with a head full of thick dark curls, soft but deep eyes, dark but patchy facial hair flecked with grays, and a strong nose and jaw, He was impeccably dressed in a suit that must have been tailored for him; way better looking than anyone had the right to be and completely out of place in the quiet gallery. You look down at yourself and immediately felt underdressed in your simple jeans and sweater.

“Yeah,” you agreed, offering him a small smile and wondering if he could sense everything you were thinking and feeling. You reached for your bag and sketchbook, ready to make a hasty escape to try and process the sudden onslaught of emotions. How could they be this strong about a stranger? None of it made sense, “I-I should get going.”

“Why did it capture your attention?” it was like he had reached out and taken hold of your arm to stop you. But in reality he had only asked the question as you attempted to rush past him. You turned back to him with an eyebrow raised, “this particular piece has captured your fancy. Why?”

For whatever reason, you felt compelled to walk back to him, standing to where your shoulder was almost brushing him. You could smell the light but undoubtedly expensive cologne he was wearing, and it made you want to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in. You shook your head to get yourself out of this silly daydream little fantasy, “I’ve never seen this painting before…I study art, especially medieval and renaissance art and I’ve never come across it. It’s unique - the composition, the brushwork, all of it. I was looking for the artist’s name but couldn’t find it. Whoever they were, they must have been educated or at least heavily inspired by Botticelli or someone like him.”

“It’s anonymous,” he stated simply as your eyebrows raised in surprise, “the artist was never identified and we’ll never know if they’ve done any other work. Which leaves us with only this piece."

“How did you…know that?” handsome and mysterious? He had your attention to say the least, “I haven't seen anything announced about the painting at all.”

“That’s because it used to be my personal collection,” it was a revelation that left you floored. With that knowledge, you couldn’t help but think that perhaps it was a recently created painting paired with some made up folklore and sold for money. But no…this painting was undoubtedly old and the Uffizi would never bring just any painting into their gallery, “I thought it was time to share it with the world. Even if just for now.”

“That’s…extremely generous,” you smiled at him, “how does one happen to come into possession of potentially priceless art?”

“There is always a way,” he played it off with a small smile, not completely dodging your question but also not answering it, “I’ve been waiting for the day…”

He trailed off as he studied you intently, causing you to want to squirm and want to melt into the floor. Instead, his large hands gently found your shoulders and he moved you to stand in front of him. You could feel his breath tickling your neck as you tried to keep it together. His hands delicately skimmed down your arms before he stopped at your wrists, brushing your fingers with his before they settled on your waist. A small little moan escaped your lips and you were already too far gone to realize that you were standing here with a virtual stranger where anyone could walk up.

“What do you see?” his voice was low and velvety smooth in your ear, and it was only then that you realized you’d closed your eyes. You looked the painting over, taking it all in just as you had when you’d first laid eyes on it. Your breath caught in a small gasp as you realized what he was trying to get at. You felt him push your hair to the side before he dragged his nose against your neck, stopping with his lips at your pulse point, “tell me.”

“I-it’s you,” your voice was a small whisper as you realized that it was him in the painting. Maybe it was just…someone long gone that had shared an uncanny resemblance with him. But…no. That was him; it was clear as day now, “the man in the painting is you.”

“Yes,” suddenly you wanted to feel his lips all over his body, to hear him speak the most innocent and sinful of words for just you to hear, “what else?”

“The woman…she’s…me,” you concluded softly, his hum vibrating in his chest, “I don’t understand…how?”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” he whispered before delicately turning you around so you could face him. You flushed with warmth and tried to turn away, but instead he put his finger under chin and kept your gaze trained on him, “I thought I might never find you again.”

“What do you mean?” you leaned into his touch as his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You had questions, but at the same time, you knew that you already had all the answers you could ever need within you, “tell me.”

“I have looked far and wide for you, mi tesoro,” he leaned in, leaving very little space between your bodies. If you leaned in any further, you could kiss him; and that was currently all you wanted to do. Your whole body was practically humming with excited, nervous energy, “I thought I might not find you in this lifetime. To think I might have lost you forever…I couldn’t bear the thought.”

“How did you know I’d be here?” you allowed yourself to touch his face, ghosting your fingers along his jaw, “I…why can’t I remember everything?”

“You could say I had a feeling,” he admitted with a small smile, “and those feelings have been right in the past. I’ve been watching you, waiting for this moment until I couldn’t wait for you any longer.”

“Oh,” you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes and his heart melted, “how long have you been here? In Italy?”

“Some time,” your heart felt content, like it was suddenly at home after searching for so long. You supposed it had; like it had finally found the missing piece, "I waited until I was sure you'd remember me. At first I thought you didn't…"

"I didn't right away…but now," you cradled his face in your hands, "my heart remembers. I've missed you this whole lifetime but didn't know what was missing. It’s been like a big part of my heart was missing until now - until I felt your touch again. It just needed to see you again, amor."

“May I kiss you?” his umber eyes, soft but ever so expressive, searched yours as held himself back. A small, wistful little sound left your lips as you nodded, wanting to feel his lips on yours once again. You closed your eyes as he kissed you - again, finally - after so long. It was a soft, delicate thing, hardly more than what would be considered a chaste kiss rather than one between lovers. You could feel he was testing the waters to make sure you were still okay with it, with him. You pulled him back down to your lips and stole a few more kisses from him, before letting him go, “I’ve missed you so much. I don’t know what I would have done…any lifetime without you would not have been worth living.”

“And now you will not be alone,” you promised, “we have always found each other, through centuries and lives that were not easy or kind to us. I think we’ll always be together in the end. It’s…the memories are there, vague and distant, but they’re coming back to me.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to kiss you until you remember everything,” there he was. That silly, playful man that had your heart for as long as you could remember, for as long as time itself, “you get more and more beautiful all the time. It hardly seems fair that you’re stuck with me.”

“As if you don’t know you are the most handsome man," you carded a hand through his hair, careful not to mess it up, "if there's anyone that my heart has to be bound to, I'm glad it's yours."

He took a step back, his hand still holding yours as he admired you. The familiarity of the gesture reminded you of the countless times he'd done this in the past. It still managed to make you feel like he thought you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. In his eyes, you easily were.

"You've always been a flatterer."

"It's always worked," you reminded him as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a small smile, “how did you know to have them put the painting here now? That I would be here today?”

“When you have known someone through so many lifetimes, it’s not hard to anticipate what they’ll do,” he had leaned in so he was whispering in your ear, causing gooseflesh to break out all over your skin, “I know you better than you could ever know.”

“That’s very romantic of you, mi amor,” you tugged on the fine, soft lapels of his jacket to keep him close, “but I’m pretty sure I know you just as well. I might not remember everything just yet, but I know that much. Just how closely have you been watching without me noticing?”

He laughed at that, a deep hearty laugh that caused his eyes to crinkle in the corners and that one dimple to become more prominent. How you had missed that laugh; your heart felt more than full at hearing it again, “like I said, long enough. I wouldn’t have said or done anything if I wasn’t sure the timing was right.”

“One more thing,” you held up your hand and he pressed his against yours, his much larger hand dwarfing yours, “how did you find the painting? Wasn’t it…lost at some point?”

“It was…some few centuries ago,” he brought your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to each finger, “but like I said, I have my ways.”

“Once a thief, always a thief,” you shook your head in amusement, “but I think whatever heist brought it back to you was worthwhile.”

“That’s I stole your heart as well,” this time it was your turn to laugh, causing him to feel warm and at ease, “don’t deny it, tesoro.”

“You are a fool of a man and always have been,” you worried your bottom lip as he stared at you in what was nothing but pure adoration, “thank you for finding me. I suppose next time it’s my turn.”

“My heart will always find yours,” he promised, “in every lifetime. Will you come home?”

“I already am home,” you teased, “but for all intents and purposes, yes. Of course I will.”

He took a small step back and held out his hand to you, waiting to see if you would take it. As if there ever had been any doubt that you would. You might have enjoyed giving him a hard time, but you would always follow him, as he would follow you. You grabbed your bag and slipped your hand in his, “preciosa.”

“One more thing,” you insisted before he could walk away, “how are you going to get that painting back? I’d like to keep it with us, amor.”

“I can find a way,” he winked as you sighed playfully at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always and forever.”

#the thief #the thief x reader #the thief x you #the thief x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #sigh....yeah

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coryosbaby · 3 months

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SENSITIVE . Luke Castellan x fem! Reader

Content warning . Broken bones and submissive Luke <3

Whenever someone uses a word to describe Luke Castellan, it’s always this: strong.

He’s the greatest swordsman in camp, after all. He puffs out his chest and slathers his aura in pride, outdoing every opponent.

Except for when it comes to you.

He’s— well, Luke is a sensitive boy. No one knows that, of course, except for you.

He shows his true self, now, on a rainy night in your cabin. Many campers have gone to dinner, and Luke had decided to stay back with you, curled up in your bed.

“(Y/N),” he whines, as you finish your night routine with a drastic slowness. “It hurts.”

You almost roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics as you lather on a bit of moisturizer. After a long trip and fall down a flight of stairs—ironic, really, considering his stealthiness— the boy had broken his hand. A small cast is wrapped around it, little phrases that you and other peers had written into it rainbow in color.

“You’re being dramatic.”

His lips form into a pout.

“‘M not,” he replies. His unbroken hand pats the empty spot beside him. “Come here, baby. I miss you.”

You can’t help the tug in your chest at his sweet tone. You do the last steps of your routine, sighing as you move out of your vanity chair and slide onto your silky pink sheets.

“C’mere, you big baby.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you bring him into your embrace, letting him wrap his big arms around you.

“You smell nice,” he compliments, humming. “Like a pretty flower.”

You giggle. His fingers move up to play with your hair.

“And your hair is so pretty. I love it. And your eyes…”

“Are you saying this because you feel sentimental, or because you want me to make out with you?”

“Both.”

You scoff, pulling him in for a kiss. He reciprocates eagerly, and before you know it his tongue slides warm and wet into your mouth. His hand moves up to your tits, softly groping.

And when you look down, you realize why he’s so clingy. A small smirk spreads across your lips.

“I think you need a little bit of help, sweet boy.”

His cheeks, a dusty pink, turn even darker now. You take in the sight of the large bulge straining against his zipper. He lets out a nervous chuckle, though it doesn’t do much to stifle his nerves. His broken hand still stays trembling underneath your own.

“You don’t have to,” he replies, averting his gaze from you. “I’m not.. I mean.. I can’t—”

“I know.”

You don’t need to say anything else. Your palm splays out over his hardened cock, and he whines, a tiny breathless thing in the back of his throat that makes your panties soak with wetness.

“Mommy,” he utters. “I need your hands,” And then, bordering on a choked sob, “Please? I’ll be good, I swear…”

Oh, it’s so easy to get him worked up. So, so incredibly easy.

You hum, flicking the zipper of his jeans up and down playfully. His brunette locks are turned up and disheveled, and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

“Poor baby. It’s been a long time since you’ve touched yourself, hasn’t it ? Four, maybe five days?”

That was the last time he had fucked you, the day he had broken his hand. Your schedules were both so busy that neither of you had time to do anything since. Luke’s eyebrows press together, and a pout forms on his lips as he nods in confirmation. You press a kiss to his jaw, then another. He’s wearing the cologne you like, and a shirt you had once said looked particularly good on him. He had made his way into your room asking for this, you’re sure. He was asking to get all worked up and get you to handle it.

He just wants mommy’s attention, doesn’t he?

You pull his fly down, much to his excitement, a “thank you” falling sweetly off of his soft lips. Pushing his underwear down, his hardened cock slaps up to its fullest attention against his stomach. His balls are drawn up tight above the fabric of his briefs, full and ready to be emptied.

Oh, how worked up the poor thing is. Wet like a girl, cock dripping pre cum and the tip flushed an almost deep scarlett. He’s well endowed, much to your pleasure.

Giving his tip a teasing flick with two of your fingers, you watch as his eyes shut tight and he moans. It sounds precious, a choir full of angels singing. You wish you could hear it over and over again.

He isn’t looking at you, now, and that makes you annoyed. Your hand slaps his length and he lets out a pained yelp.

“Eyes on me. Do you understand?”

His bottom lip wobbles. A sensitive boy he is, despite his usually hard and cold demeanor, and his mommy’s disapproval makes him want to cry. He nods, his teary eyes staring deep into your own as you spit into your palm and take him into your hand.

You start by thumbing over his tip, rubbing softly into his slit. Watching his breathing increase and the way his head tilts back is absolutely enticing.

“Is that good, baby?” You ask softly. He nods eagerly, his hand shaking in his lap. He tries not to clench his broken fist together but that proves difficult, and he lets out a pained cry when he presses down on it. You coo to him, almost mocking, as you snake your arm behind his back and take the cast into your free hand.

“Don’t hurt yourself, okay? Just hold on to me,” your voice is a purr in the shell of his ear. “Need my boy big and strong again.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his voice high pitched and whiny. “Yeah, mommy, yeah…”

Your hand wraps around the fullness of his length, twisting with a flick of your wrist. His forehead bumps against yours as his open mouth tries to land on your lips. You think he’s trying to kiss you, and it’s absolutely endearing. He can’t help but desperately shove his tongue into the warm confines of your mouth. You giggle at that, pulling him in for a sloppy, wet kiss.

When your lips leave his, it’s so you can bite and suckle pretty marks onto his neck. You lave over the reddish bites, humming as you cover his throat in them.

Other women at camp, be damned. He’s yours.

It isn’t long, with a gasping mouth and fluttering lashes, that he’s close.

“I’m gonna cum,” Luke murmurs, sugary sweet. “I’m g-gonna… momma, momma..”

He buries his face in your neck, salty tears pressing into your skin, and his cock spurts rope after rope of warm, sticky spend all over your hand. You watch with a smile, pressing a kiss into his hair as he fucks his hips up and mewls against you. Your heart flutters at the sound, your body on fire just from watching him come undone.

He sighs when you milk the last few remnants of cum from his spent cock. His curls stick to his forehead, sweat dripping down his brow. What a sight.

You find Luke’s shirt somewhere on the floor and wipe your hand on it. His nose crinkles up.

“That’s gross.”

Rolling your eyes and trying not to smile, you sit down beside him again.

“It’s your mess, Luke.”

He shrugs, his hand going up to push your hair out of your face. He gives you a pretty, lopsided smile. You kiss the scar underneath his eye, and his eyes cloud over again.

Always so sensitive.

He lays down on the bed, signaling you over. His lips find yours again, chaste but still nice, and when he’s using free hand to make you straddle his face, a gasp emits from you.

“Luke. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“Want to,” he murmurs, sliding your panties to the side. “You took care of me, momma. Let me take care of you.”

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darby-rowe · 3 months

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hi baby i missed u so much !!!!

would you please do me the huge favor of digging through that diamond mind of yours and find some thoughts on luke and a reader who’s just as talented and charming as him, causing them to butt heads a little bit 🙈

love u so hard dont stress 💕

kaia my love im so happy you're back! i missed u so so so much and i hope you're feeling a lot better :)!!

this is my first time writing luke so i hope u like it ♡

cw fem!reader, not proofread

Luke Castellan, admittedly, did not expect you to have such a fire lit within you

It was you who came up to him and suggested the two of you should spar sometime in the afternoon before dinner

Luke analyzed you, up and down, for longer than you would have liked before agreeing with a cheeky, yet inquisitive grin

He went into the sparring session with a preconceived notion that this was just gonna be a quick one-on-one training session with you — more training, less sparring.

Oh boy, was he wrong!

You showed up with your weapons of choice — your charming smile and your shining aura.

And your sword, too.

Stretching out your limbs, you couldn't help but notice the nonchalant nature of Luke. You quirked an eyebrow.

"Seem pretty relaxed, Castellan," you said, with a challenging edge to your voice. "Woke up on the right side of the cot or what?"

Luke, ever the show-off, flipped his sword around and gave you another cheeky grin. "Just feelin' good, today, I guess," he told you. "Ready when you are?"

It happened in a flash. The two of you engaged in harmless one-on-one combat: dodging, parrying, whipping your bodies around to catch the other off guard, etc.

And then it happened.

You were just too quick for Luke.

When he had his back turned to you mid-spin, your prior training and reflexes kicked in and you pushed him to the ground.

Gently, of course

With a natural swagger, you pressed your foot in between his shoulder blades to hold him down and pressed your sword to the side of his neck.

You were barely even breathing heavy

Luke, however, blindsided by the biggest surprised of the day, just laid there on the dirty, eyebrows furrowed in confusion...

...and embarrassment.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head. "Oof, Castellan," you cooed, mockingly. "Have to admit, not your best performance. However, I am willing to let you try again next time, because I'm such a nice girl,"

Taking your foot off his back, you offer him your hand to help him up.

But instead, Luke stood up on his own, brushing off the dirt and the leaves off of his orange camp shirt.

He gave you a slight scowl. "Next time, I won't go so easy on you,"

You grin at him, eyes sparkling and skin glowing under the afternoon sun.

"I look forward to it, Castellan,"

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 2 months

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HiHiHi

So do can u do a Luke Castellan x Child of Persephone (or SMT Idrc)reader and She HAS THE BIGGEST DELULU EVER

Like Imagine Luke faked breaking up with her and she’s like “no no 🥰 I want my kids have that big brown eyes My dear” Or Smt in the lines of that and Luke laughs his but off and ITS JUST HER DELULU OVER COMING HER

Thank you so much for your request! <3

Luke Castellan x fem!persephone!reader fluff

Requested?: Yes!!

I hope you are all well, i love you all!! Have a nice day and enjoy!

Reader cursing at Luke is her love language

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Luke was always struggeling to keep up relationships with people. He had Chris as the ever lasting person in his life since they first met at Camp Halfblood when they were 14 years old. After that, everyone was coming and going but noone really stayed for long.

You only joined his life later. Having spent most of your life in the Underworld with your mother, social normes and interactions with living people were a riddle to you.

Long story short, you were... a challenge for most people. Not that they didnt like you. The younger kids loved you and even Dionysus gave you a smirk whenever you left behind a slightly distressed demigod that tried to challenge you.

Maybe you weren't from this realm but that certainly did not mean that you didn't like it at the camp. You were craving the space that the Underworld couldn't offer you. It was only a matter of time that someone would fall for you.

By chance, that was a certain son of Hermes. Luke fell for you just as bad as you fell for him. You knew he was complicated. He was reaching for the stars but got disappointed over and over again since he was a baby.

Luke was in a bad headspace today. He didnt really know when the idea crept up to him. Maybe it was because the gods let him down for one too many times. He had been questioning your love for him for the last few days while he rotted away in bed, trying not to neglect too many of his tasks.

He needed proof of your love. Proof that you would not leave him behind like everyone else did. He contemplated talking to you but proud as he was, he quickly discarded that idea and stirred up a plan instead.

A fake breakup.

It would give him the opportunity to see your raw reaction. And he could find out if you were serious about him. Or even glad to get rid off him? Luke didn't want to think about that. He loved you after all.

"You entered the Hermes Cabin after sword practice this afternoon. You were a little sweaty and your clothes had dust stains on it from the sand in the arena. Luke was laying on his bed, his arm covering his eyes. You thought that maybe he was sleeping so you tiptoed over to your bed and started taking off your boots.

Luke shuffled on his bed and groaned as he sat up. He smiled tiredly as he looked up to find you watching him. "Hey." He mumbled but his expression dropped soon. You looked at him confused.

"What's up, darling?" You asked while you put your boots to the side. Luke got up and approached you. "I thought about something all day... can we talk?" He asked. You nodded. "Of course. What's bothering you?"

Luke looked around. Besides the two of you, everyone was out of the cabin running around somewhere else. The situation was perfect... He sighed. "I... there is something." He said hesitating, fiddling with his hands. This was not normal. You frowned. Your Luke was never this nervous about talking to you.

"Im breaking up with you." He whispered in a low tone, barely able to get the words over his lips. He could see your world shatter into pieces. Your expression dropped and a couple of dead moths fell from the ceiling, making Luke cringe away a little.

Finally, you broke out of your freezed and shocked state.

"What?! No, no, no, no." You said, tears dwelling up in your eyes. Luke tried to pull his gaze away from you and turned around to the cabin door. There formed a single tear in his eyes too. He hated seeing you cry.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to face you. "Why would you break up with me?" You sobbed. Luke looked at you irritated, trying to keep his sadness down. "You deserve someone better than me." He grumbled under his breath. You pushed him against the wall by his shoulders angrily.

"I wanted our kids to have your eyes." You yelled at Luke, tears streaming down your face. "What?" Luke asked, suddenly taken aback. You violently tried to whip the tears from your face, smearing some dust onto your cheeks.

"Our kids need to have your eyes!" You sobbed and suddenly Luke wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You tried to push him away but he kept you in his embrace. After a few seconds, you stop trying to free yourself and let your head fall against his chest.

At first you thought Luke was crying too, from the way his shoulders were moving up and down in a quick, steady rhythm but soon you noticed that the bastard was actually laughing.

"I hate you." You mumbled between a few sniffs. "I know." Luke whispered, there was a light chuckled in his voice that he failed to swallow down. "Thats okay. Its what i deserve."

"Luke Castellan, i hate you so, so much. We will meet in Tartarus if you dont quit the bullshit right now." You weakly slapped his chest. "But i love you. Please, this was not real?" Your sobs died down as you leaned against his chest.

Luke swallowed heavily and finally, after a long moment, shook his head. You exhaled and sobbed again, this time because of the relief rushing through your body.

You leaned up to wrap your arms around him too, holding him close. You buried your hand in his hair and made him look at you. "You were kidding, right?" Luke nodded hesitantly, worried you would make some more dead animals fall from the sky.

You wanted to slap Luke. But that is not what you do to your boyfriend, at least not right now. Instead you rested your head on his shoulder and rubbed your tears dry on his tshirt.

"Hey." Luke complained, trying to push you off but you pressed him against the wall and continued to use him as your personal tissue paper. "That's your punishment, you idiot." Luke carassed your hair and let you go on with you drying your tears.

"Why did you do this?" You asked. Luke looked away, ashamed that he actually thought this was a good idea. You put a hand on his cheek and made him look at you. "This is not what i think about it is, is it?" You asked with a shocke expression.

Luke nodded slowly, lowering his gaze. You sighed and leaned against his forehead. "I really love you, otherwise i wouldn't keep you as my boyfriend. Luke nodded slowly, accepting.

"Luke?" "Mhh?" He hummed. "Will you be my boyfriend again?" You asked. A slight smile crept up on your face but you tried to hide it to not let Luke win just right away. Luke chuckled, his mood becoming a little better again. "If you truly want that." You groaned and bumped your head on his shoulder a few times.

"Just say yes, you morron." "Yes." He whispered. You pet his hair a little. "Good boy." You grinned at Luke, who now rolled his eyes. "But i am not having children with you until we both got a job." He argued but it ended up in a laugh. He was laughing at the absurdity of this situation.

Now it was you rolling your eyes. "Fine. Reasonable." You grumbled and pouted at him a little. Luke smiled and wrapped his arms around you extra tight. "Did you mean it? My eyes, really?" He asked. You huffed.

"I was never before this serious in my life." You stated firmly. Luke leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose. You scrunched your nose sweetly and peppered his face with small kisses.

"So... if i mess up you will throw dead animals at me?" Luke asked mockingly, as you pulled back. You grumbled and slapped Luke's chest again.

"If you dont cut the bullshit, i will stuff a dead rat into your pillow case."

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A Little Too Drunk To Remember

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Warning: usage of y/n and y/l/n (like 5 times I think), mention of alcohol and being drunk, Annabeth close to murdering Percy, kissing, aged up pjo characters

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

W.C: 2k Note: I'm planning on making my Percy Jackson tag list! Comment if you want to be part of it! Also if you want to be part of my overall taglist! Synopsis: After celebrating a bit too much after their win, Percy gets a little too drunk to remember who his girlfriend is.

Camp Half-Blood had just completed another successful game of Capture the Flag on Friday. The blue team emerged as the victors, thanks to the exceptional leadership of the Athena Cabin. To commemorate their win, a celebration was organized in their honor. Once Chiron and Mr. D had retired for the night, the real party began. The Hermes cabin unveiled their covert stash of pilfered alcoholic beverages. Both blue and red team members danced and reveled throughout the night. Percy, being part of the blue team, was not exempt from the festivities.

By midnight, Grover, Annabeth, and a thoroughly intoxicated Percy stumbled onto the front porch of Poseidon's cabin. "Percy, get up! You can't sleep outside here!" whispered Annabeth, attempting to help him rise from his slumber on the chilly cement floor. "Hold him while I open the door," Grover instructed Annabeth, who stared at him with wide eyes. "I swear, I'm getting annoyed," she grumbled, struggling to keep Percy upright. "Come on, Percy. We're almost there," Grover said, taking one of Percy's arms and placing it over his shoulder, guiding him inside the cabin. The three of them attempted to enter the cabin discreetly, but Percy tripped over nothing, causing Grover and Annabeth to stumble along with him.

"Ow! Percy!"

"Seaweed-brain, you're heavy!"

"Shhhhh! Be quiet, both of you!"

"What the hell is going on?" a voice asked, and moments later, the lights flickered on. You stood there, slightly shocked, observing the scene before you. "You guys look like you could use some help," you chuckled, walking towards the group. You assisted Annabeth and Grover in standing up before the three of you carried Percy to one of the beds in the corner of the room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gently laid Percy down on the soft mattress.

"I was this close to leaving him on the ground," Annabeth said, raising her hand to demonstrate the small distance between her thumb and forefinger. You laughed at her playful gesture and glanced at Percy, who lay on the bed completely oblivious to the minor predicament he had caused. "I would have done the same if I were both of you," you shrugged, causing the two of them to laugh.

After some persuasion, you managed to convince Annabeth and Grover to retire for the night instead of trying to assist you with the situation that went by the name of Percy Jackson. You sat down on the bed beside Percy and reached out to touch his curly blonde hair, which had grown longer over the past three months. Rising from your seat, you walked towards the small closet next to the bed and retrieved some fresh, comfortable clothes for him to sleep in. Placing them on the edge of the bed, you attempted to wake Percy. "Perc? Babe, you need to wake up and change," you whispered. He emitted a small grunt, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the bright light in the room.

He took the clothes from your hands and was about to lift his shirt when he paused, looking at you. "Miss, you seem nice and all, but could you please look away? I don't think it would be appropriate to change in front of a girl, especially considering I have a girlfriend," Percy's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but giggle, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Uh, okay. I'll be in the restroom if you need me," you said, trying to stifle your laughter. He nodded, waiting for you to enter the restroom and close the door before changing out of his soiled clothes.

You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to suppress your laughter. The serious expression on Percy's face as he made his request amused you. It was at that moment you realized that he mistook you for someone else. After a few minutes, you decided to emerge from the restroom. You saw Percy surveying the room as if it were his first time entering it."You okay, Perce?" You asked him out of concern. He had only broken out of his trance when you placed a hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes looked up at you and you were stopping yourself from melting right there and then. "You still need to brush your teeth before bed," You reminded him and he calmly nodded before walking towards the restroom.

You stared at his stumbling figure as he walked. You were about to walk over to him to help but he raised his hand in front of you, giving you a sign that he's alright. You lay down on your side of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. You didn't realize you were starting to fall asleep and didn't notice he had already left the restroom.

You woke up to the sound of shuffling. "Percy?" You groggle reaching out for his side but feel only the cold bedsheets. Eyes lazily opening, you look down from the bed and see Percy lying uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor of his cabin. "Parcy, baby, you can't sleep there," You tried convincing him but he only shook his head.

"I can't. I don't want to upset y/n," He sleepily said. "Why is that? I'm sure she wouldn't mind," You giggled lightly and hoped it convinced him but it didn't. He shook his head again and turned in the other direction. "I don't want to sleep beside someone who isn't my girlfriend. Goodnight, miss," After that, you realized you wouldn't be able to convince him at all so you just decided to sleep.

You had a bit of trouble sleeping since you weren't exactly used to sleeping without Percy beside you. Eventually, as the music from outside slowly ceased, your eyes also slowly closed due to sleepiness. It wasn't the best but it would do.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of loud music playing. Being a child of Apollo does suck sometimes. The sun god would ride in his amazing chariot in the morning while blaring loud music that only his children would hear. "He does like showing off, even to his children," You mumble as you get out of the bed and walk to the restroom. You spotted Percy still lying on the cold floor, sleeping. You crouched down by his head pushed his hair out his forehead and gave it a gentle kiss.

You walked to the bathroom and did your business. When you walked out you saw Percy sitting on the floor with his hands on his head. "You okay there babe?" You asked him. You obviously know he wasn't feeling well, you just wanted him to confirm it. "No, my head is throbbing like crazy and why am I sleeping on the floor? My whole body is screaming in pain right now," He said massaging his shoulder.

"You refused to sleep beside me last night so you just slept on the floor," You said sitting on the bed with a hot cup of coffee in hand. "Why would I do that?" He asked confused. "I swear I couldn't remember a single thing from last night,"

"Well, you got carried here by Grover and Annabeth and when you got in you refused to let me touch you or be near you in fear of your "girlfriend" getting angry," You recall the happenings from last night. He stared at you in confusion while grabbing your hand to let you play with his hair.

"Why would I do that?" He asks himself while staring off into the distance. "I don't know, baby. You tell me," You shrug while sipping your coffee. You spent a few minutes in silence, your hand never stopping to play with Percy's hair. "OH MY GODS" You suddenly hear him say out loud and you instantly realize he remembered everything from last night. "I did not just say that," He had his face buried in his hands with his ears turning a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You laughed while he continued to whine and complain in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's okay baby don't need to say sorry. I found it hilarious last night," You laughed. Percy slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your frame. He had to bend down a bit because he was taller than your sitting figure. "I'm sorry," His head was burning in between your shoulder and neck, and you felt wet and gentle kisses being placed on your neck.

"It's fine, baby, I understand," You chuckled lightly and stroked his hair. If you never heard a human purr before, now you do. You and Percy stay silent like that for a few minutes more. It was getting rare for the both of you to have any peace around her now that more campers were starting to enter camp day by day. Damn, those gods be multiplying every day. Percy had to help train some kids while you had to take care of the new Apollo kids that were claimed by your father. Both of you seemed so busy that it's starting to become a rare occurrence for you both to be like this with each other. You just realized now how much you craved your boyfriend's warm and soft embrace. It makes you not want to let him go.

"My headache is healing," Percy mumbles after a few minutes. You look at your hands and see them glowing golden. "Oops, my bad," You laughed. Percy grabs a hold of your thighs and lifts you. You yelped and held on to him in panic. He laughs at the sound and sets you down on his lap. "I missed you," He says brushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. "I missed you too," You say while you stared at his blue eyes that greatly reminded you of the ocean.

"I missed you too, Percy," You smiled. He stared at you a few seconds more before removing the gap between both of you. His lips tasted sweet from the sugary blue candy his mother gave him before he left for camp and a hint of saltiness that reminded you of ocean water. How did he taste like that? You don't even know. His lips felt so soft and pillowy against your own and you just know he was using the lip cream you gave him after you told him how chapped his lips were.

After a moment you both pull away, breathless. Percy smiles as he stares at your breathless figure. Lips plump, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling. That's when he realized how so in love he was with you and you felt the same about him too. The two of you stared at each other with love and so much passion. Not even the gods can deny how much you both were made for each other.

"Y/n we need yo-" Both you and Percy's heads turn to the door of the cabin. You saw Will and Lee standing by the entrance, cheeks pink after seeing the position you were both in. "Percy are you awa-" Annabeth and Grover arrive behind the two Apollo children and freeze after seeing you both.

"We'll just-" "I think it's better if we-"

"Yeah," The 4 close the door, and you and Percy look at each other and start to laugh loudly. "Did you see Grover's face?" Percy asked in between his laughter. "Poor young Will!" You wheezed. "Jackson you better get out of there in the next 5 minutes!" You both hear Annabeth yell from the outside but none of you paid attention after remembering the way her face turned so red. "Y/L/N we need help out here!" Lee yelled out.

"You heard them, Jackson, you need to leave," You say to him after the both of you calm down. "You need to as well Y/L/N," He said back with a smirk. He was leaning down to kiss you again before…

"Y/L/N!" "JACKSON!"

Maybe next time…

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layla4567 · 4 months

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Until we meet again

Mihawk x Fem!reader

Part 2

Summary: You make a living as a thief, stealing for your own benefit and working alone. One day you will cross paths with Mihawk and they will declare themselves bitter enemies.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers trope, not proofread, very poor conection to op universe, canon divergence, the reader makes judgmental comments towards men, mention of blood and and injurie

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is purely and exclusively inspired by the Puss in Boots movie, why? I don't know, don't ask me because I don't have a clear answer lol

You were squatting at the top of a terrace hidden behind a tower, from up there you could see your objective with shining eyes. You smiled and raised your scarf until it covered your nose and mouth completely. You slowly slid across the roof while adjusting the front laces of your black cape where you wore your pirate look underneath it.

Discretion had always been your greatest strength and you always had to go unnoticed if you wanted to achieve everything you set out to do. The life of a pirate thief has its rewards: adrenaline, treasures, etc. But also its cons, many people were after you, especially the government, there were even posters searching for you and capturing you, luckily no one knew who you were since you always wore your cape and your scarf, plus the added bonus that your hair was hidden in your hat.

You always used to say that if you wanted to do a job well done you had to do it alone, that's why you didn't have a crew or assistants or anything and even less men, you felt like you couldn't trust anyone. Do you remember the afternoons at your mother's house always saying the same silly saying: "Actually Columbus's wife was the one who discovered America, because the man couldn't even find his shoes." You laughed softly, repeating her words in a low voice, in the end she was right, men are useless, you discovered that when your father abandoned you both.

You approached the ledge of a balcony with your entire body against the wall and hidden behind some tall palm trees but without losing sight of your objective. Near a market a sailor had poorly stored a devil fruit that he had found. You had followed him closely to see what he would do with it, the middle-aged man looked everywhere nervous of being discovered while he put the fruit in a wooden box and covered it with a worn blanket. The poor fool didn't know that a shadow was lurking from above ready to attack, that fruit had to be yours no matter what. Smiling under your scarf, you were about to go ashore when you saw something that left you frozen. A tall individual dressed in a cape and a wide hat with feathers was approaching with long, slow steps towards where the fruit was blocking your objective. The man didn't seem to realize that a devil fruit was hidden there, he just looked around indifferently. Shit, you thought. Surely the government had sent him to capture you and now he was looking for you, although luckily he had not seen you yet.

Cursing quietly, you climbed back up to the roof without losing sight of him and went down the back, hiding in some leafy bushes, analyzing each of his movements as you slowly approached the stand where the hidden fruit was. You had heard about him before, if you didn't they would say you lived under a rock. Mihawk known as the lord of war was the most popular and skilled swordsman, everyone was afraid and respected him but you didn't care, you were also quite good at your job and until now you had not been discovered, the only thing you had fear is that he would discover your plans or that he would discover you. Now Dracule had his back turned and only his long cloak and wide-brimmed black hat were visible. You crept even closer stealthily like a cat while still hiding behind bushes or barrels without being seen.

You kept drilling Mihawk's back with your eyes so as not to lose sight of him. He seemed to sigh boredly as he looked into the distance. When you were close enough to the crate and the sailor was out of sight, you removed the dirty blanket, uncovering the fruit, and were about to grab it when the sound of a sword being drawn and hitting the edge of the fruit crate near your hands as a warning to you. you stopped When you looked up in surprise you found Mihawk's amber eyes boring into yours.

"I could feel your gaze on my neck, although I thought it was an annoying mosquito"- The man said, raising an eyebrow curiously.

You looked at him furiously, feeling your blood boil, you were always careful with all your movements, but apparently this Mihawk guy was not a fool at all. Had you underestimated men, perhaps, this one? Slowly growling, you moved your body away from the fruit with your hands up even while crouching.

"Very well, what you will do now is withdraw without tricks"

You pretended to bow your head in defeat but with a quick movement you took your hand behind your back and unsheathed the sword that you had hidden under your tunic. With a blow you decided to attack Mihawk but he already saw this coming and simply clashed his sword against yours to avoid the blow to his chest. He looked at your saber and laughed lightly, your sword compared to his was smaller (or rather his was abnormally larger than any other). He raised an eyebrow again, visibly amused by your attitude, not many dared to challenge him but he delighted in the few people who had the courage (or stupidity) to fight him.

"So the little brat knows how to defend himself, interesting"

His peaceful attitude in contrast to yours made you more furious than you already were, he prevented you from taking the fruit but when you attacked he barely defended himself? Was he doing it out of boredom? Gritting your teeth, you attacked again, putting your foot forward and extending your arm, but Mihawk dodged your blow and you clashed your sword with his again. Several attacks followed where he only defended himself and never started the attacks as if he knew he already had the battle won before he even started. Your body was almost shaking with rage and your breathing accelerated while he remained calm as if it were child's play. Bastard. You wanted to shout at him to attack and not be a coward but you restrained yourself and started running to buy time.

"Do you want to play cat and mouse then? As you wish"- He sighed

You ran trying not to burn all your energy so quickly, you avoided boxes by jumping over them and you passed between people without touching them as if you were as thin as a noodle. You felt like you were already quite far from your pursuer so you smiled satisfied and turned your head back. And that was a mistake. Shocked you saw that Dracule Mihawk was hot on your heels, it didn't seem like he was running but rather he was flying. You began to run faster and turned a corner of a house and climbed the balcony to reach the roof just when he hit the heel of your shoe with his sword, although without hurting you. Without looking down you ran along the roofs of the houses and jumping over the tiles while he followed you below and did not lose sight of you.

It was a wild chase where your strength already seemed to begin to abandon you slightly while his was still intact. Feeling your thighs burning, you jumped onto another roof further away and fell with a somersault to get back on your feet and go down a ladder and continue along another path. This time it seemed that Mihawk had given up and had not followed you, you laughed satisfied looking back as you continued running but suddenly something large collided with you and with a groan you fell to the ground while the tip of a sword was pointed at you. You raised your head and saw the tall man with yellow eyes staring at you with one corner of his lips turned up slightly.

"The game is over little mouse, the cat won"

You were not one to give up easily, so with your sword still in your hand, you took his sword out of your sight and jumped up, pushing him and running towards the only exit that he was covering with his back, preventing your escape route. Mihawk was just as fast and grabbed your wrist firmly to spin you around on your trunk and pull you towards him like it was a dangerous dance. You collided with his bare chest with a loud noise, you tried to get out of his grip by twisting like a worm but he wouldn't let you go. Being so close to him you could feel the heat emanating from his skin and you could hear his heartbeat which was fast, apparently the race had tired him out.

"I told you, you should have given up when you had the chance."

"And what are you going to do now, huh?"- You spat angrily, forcing a grave and deep voice to preserve your identity.

"Mmh" -He pretended to think- "What I do with you now is none of your business, in fact it's not even my business."

You didn't want to hear him talk anymore so you stomped his foot hard with your heel. Mihawk growled and let go of you as he bent forward slightly and closed his eyes. He didn't seem as calm as before and his muscles tensed a little. You walked away from him and shouted in a deep voice.

"You work for the government right? They sent you to capture me?!"

Dracule stood up straight and regained his composure. "Oh I just took this little job because I wanted some entertainment. I didn't even know why they were so obsessed with you although after seeing you in action I think I can understand it.."

He seemed amused by the situation, he kept looking at you with those hawk eyes that seemed to hide mischief and mockery towards you. It was more than you could tolerate and you moved your sword again to hurt him but he simply with a quick movement of his wrist not only pushed your sword away but also made a cut on your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly as you felt the itch of the wound on your cheek and fell to the ground in surprise. The force of the blow caused your hat to fall forward and some strands of long hair could be seen. You had your back towards the swordsman so he couldn't see you well yet. You took off your handkerchief to touch the wound with a grimace of pain, seeing your fingers were stained with blood.

"Enough. You're wearing out my patience."

You stood up slowly in pain and grunting but this time with your normal voice which surprised Mihawk a little since it sounded slightly higher pitched. When you stood up completely your hair fell completely behind you and he frowned. You turned around to face him angrily, now your scarf was no longer covering your face and the man could see that you were clearly a woman.

"Well, well" -He said low, looking at you from top to bottom- "This is a pleasant surprise"

Mihawk closed the distance between him and you with his long, slow steps while you tried to walk away but seemed rooted to the ground. Dracule was a few centimeters close to you and since he was incredibly taller than you his face was slightly downward. You avoided eye contact but you still perceived his yellow eyes traveling over your face as if it were the first time he had seen a woman. Suddenly Mihawk's soft fingers traveled to your jaw and slid under your chin to lift it up and force you to look at him. His threatening, yellow eyes burned your retinas and you felt intimidated. The man let out a low laugh.

"You have guts ma'am. I didn't expect to find an opponent as good as you."

You closed your fingers around Dracule's wrist and moved it away, closing your eyes, trying not to look at him, but his amber eyes were still in your head. Remembering the reckless woman you were, you challenged him by raising your chin.

"So? I asked you what you were going to do with me now, Dracule Mihawk."

The tall man narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing her full name. He went from your lips to your eyes analyzing you. He would never admit it but deep inside he was greatly amused by your cheeky attitude and how you had dared to face him.

"You know what? I'll set you free. And you better hurry because they're probably coming."

You opened your eyes and were speechless as your lips parted slightly. You expected him to hand you over to the authorities, even stab you, anything but that. Was Mihawk going soft…for a woman? Seeing you frozen and unable to speak, Mihawk raised an eyebrow and smiled a small smile that seemed almost invisible.

"Didn't you hear me? Go now, if you value your life."

Mihawk turned around adjusting his hat and putting his sword back away as he climbed the ladder you had used to get down there. You shook your head and regained movement. You bent down to grab your hat and put it on while you covered your face with your scarf and walked away at fast steps trying to find another hiding place and then run away. Before losing sight of you, Mihawk turned his head with a look of satisfaction towards where you had fled to see you for the last time… or not.

I'll definitely do a part two, when? I don't know but I will do it (I will try)

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SOUR CHERRY MASTERPOST

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, your mine."

Main Paring ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Mentions of depression, anxiety, eating issues, unhealthy obsessions, anger, and death.

Spoilers ~ A ton‼️

Summery of entire story ~ Below.

Chapters ~ Under the break.

Status ~ On-Going.

The poets claimed that failure wasn't fatal.

They swore that success was on the tip of every person's tongue as long as they swallowed their mistakes and spat out the courage to prevail.

The Gods claimed that power and glory mattered the most.

They swore that dying a hero's death for Olympus, in the name of the Gods and for the Gods, was fulfillment for Demi-Gods.

Oh, how they were so very wrong. Nisha always knew that they were wrong.

She knew failure like she knew her palms. She smelled disappointment just as much as she smelt pine at Camp Half-Blood.

Nisha with no last name is the daughter of Oizys, an absolute failure and disappointment to everyone.

She manages to live up to her mother's dubbed name as she changes everything in the course of Olympian history and nothing at the same time.

After all, no good deed goes unpunished.

The good thing about being the embodiment of disappointment is that you could never be disappointed; punishment Nisha would take with a grin, failure she would embrace with cold hands.

Perseus Jackson and Lucus Castellan were born for greatness. Their prophecy would reign true, and Nisha would die to see it come to fruition.

꒰･‿･๑꒱

Chp 1 ~ Failure and Success, Only One Step Apart

Chp 2 ~ Failure is Sucess (Nisha's Version)

Chp 3 ~ Diverging Pathways of Fate.

All Other Chapters ~ Unpublished, In The Works!

Cross Posted On ~ AO3 and Wattpad!

Last Updated ~ 02/08/2024

꒰･‿･๑꒱

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melevesxence · 1 year

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lawful and unlawful — chapter one

Duke Ergi Claude x Fem!Thief!Reader

level — i

thesis — Duke Ergi Claude had one goal in the Eastern Empire — to trick the concubine Rashta into thinking he was on her side, but when a certain lowlife thief comes into the picture, the plan goes further and further off its tracks.

A little cardinal chirped its greeting to the sun, and just as it finished its delightful song, the branches of a tree nearby were disturbed, and tens, perhaps hundreds, of birds flew out from the area, the cardinal joining them.

You grinned, scaling your way up the knobby tree and stopping on what you knew what be the smallest one you could climb onto that you could safely say would not snap under your weight. You peeked your head out of the thickets at the rising sun and waved rather dramatically before sitting down on the base of the branch and cracking your knuckles.

A plan was in consideration for the day, after all, even a thief needs a routine to make sure she gets everything done in time for the upcoming shortages that were bound to happen when the emperor starts planning the inevitable wedding of him and his mistress Rashta.

A feast for the imperials would not mean well for the commoners.

You didn’t really care, but sometimes, you couldn’t help but think about why it was so important for Emperor Sovieshu to marry that wrench to the point where he’d divorce another woman for her.

Royals and their crazy business.

You stretched one last time in the safety of your tree before retrieving the pad of paper you had been carrying around since day one. It only had a few empty pages left, but hey, you weren’t going to throw something out until you had milked it of every possible cent it could save you.

There was a budget. A budget you were most definitely not going to cross.

After making sure your satchel was secure around your waist, you jumped down from the tree, a bit risky, but you managed to land without breaking your ankles, so that counts as a win. In a very pleasant mood now, you cracked your knuckles again.

“Let’s do this,” you whispered to yourself, scanning the location, and upon not seeing anything worth being wary of scurried off toward the bright, bustling marketplace that was just asking to be robbed.

You walked through the arch that signaled the entrance to the marketplace fast enough that you were satisfied with how ahead you were of your schedule, which meant you would likely get a lot more loot than you expected you would get. That, was a strike of good luck.

Snatching an apple from a stand near the entrance for your breakfast, or at least a portion of it if you had a chance to swipe some more food, you went down the path of the marketplace, weaving through the hordes of people. Deciding it was taking too long, you went just outside an alleyway where nobody could really see you and jumped.

You grabbed the beam on a stable-looking stall and hoisted yourself up onto the red rooftops of the apartments surrounding the marketplace. It would certainly be a faster way around to getting what you needed, and though it was dangerous, you were willing to take that risk.

You were always willing to take a risk.

So, with that thought fresh in your head, you leaped across the roofs, steering away from the crowds and staying as low as you could. The adrenaline flew through your blood, prompting you to go faster, and faster, and fast enough to fly off to roof entirely…

Fast enough to fly off the roof entirely, indeed.

You landed very roughly on the ground, with a twisted cry at your folly as you felt the pain jerk at your legs and elbows. How could you have been so stupid?

“And who might you be?”

The warning alarms were going off in your head, but you looked up anyway, right into a pair of stunningly emerald eyes. You cringed inwardly at the thought, not knowing where the hell that stupid idea got into your brain.

“Who wants to know?” You replied, acting like you totally didn’t just fall from a five-story building with two likely broken legs and brought them up to your chest, wincing at the impact.

He looked back at you, unimpressed, but something about the way his lips trembled told you he was fighting not to laugh. It hurt your pride, but perhaps you had brought that upon yourself.

You breathed out your nose, averting your gaze and mumbling under your breath, “Just laugh.”

He snorted, then broke out into laughter as you watched through embarrassed eyes. He wiped at his eyes after a minute of him laughing at you while you just sort of stared. Shaking his head in a scolding manner of some sort, he said, “Duke Ergi Claude, and now it’s your turn to tell me your name.”

You held his gaze for a second longer before turning away and muttering out your code name, “Just call me X.”

“X?”

You ignored him this time, popping open your satchel and downing the vial you took from it. Healing elixirs weren’t difficult to come by, and though they are expensive, that’s a rookie problem for a thief.

Duke Ergi eyed the now empty vial as you tossed it away and stood up after testing that your ankles still worked.

“Those are expensive,” he stated as you turned and started to leave the scene. Stopping right by the only visible exit of the little secluded pathway you had fallen into, you sighed, spinning on your heel to face the supposed duke once more.

“They are. I know, and I would very much appreciate if you’d just shut up and let me leave. It was” — you paused, shook your head in exasperation, and signaled air quotes as you continued — “‘nice’ meeting you, but I have unsettled business to tend to, and I’m sure you’re busy if you’re a duke as you claim. Since I doubt we’ll meet again, I bid you good day.”

You saluted him with an eye roll and backed out of the area and back into the market and out of his sight. Duke Ergi smiled to himself, brushing off the cuffs of his jacket as he picked up the glass bottle you had left behind.

He turned to look at the bustling marketplace which you had disappeared into, his brows scrunched and his face in a thoughtful expression.

“X…”

to be continued…

#duke ergi #remarried empress #duke ergi claude #remarried empress duke ergi #duke ergi x reader #thief #x fem!reader #remarried empress x reader #melevesxence

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bun-z-bakery · 4 days

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A/N: it's here, detective Vanessa is here 😭 sorry for taking so long, I'll also post the Masterlist for this one in a bit. Again sorry if the paragraphs are weird! Tumblr doesn't like notes app I guess. Edit: I forgot I could link things to text lol I link the masterlist to this also I forgot to note but the reader is fem but uses GN language :3

CW: gang activities

The shadow that follows (1)

Winchester, England 1914

You always admired the views of the city once night fell. It's beautiful, but you're not out to admire her beauty.

Wherever you went, things seemed to vanish alongside you. Valuable items seem to love you as much as you love them and you just so happen to be one of the many reasons people lock their doors a little bit tighter at night.

The window you were working on finally gave you that satisfying click you love hearing time and time again. Slowly opening it, you quietly make your way in.

The only thing illuminating the area was the moonlight that crept through the windows.

Unfortunately for the owners, you've seen this house before, and you know you're way around.

Most people take to hiding items in obscure places no one would usually check. Unfortunately for them, you know all the tricks in the book.

A smile creeps onto your face once you finally get your hands on what you were sent out for.

You leave as quietly as you entered. without a trace.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

"You were sloppy and look!"

Your boss, Agnes, scolds you as she holds a newspaper to your face.

A dimly lit photo of a figure was on the cover. That figure was you. You were caught. You know you should be more concerned, but it'll never cease to amaze you how quickly news gets out.

"I didn't notice anyone following me!"

You protest if anyone found out about your gang you would all be jailed...or worse.

"Boss? What about that guy that they found?..."

Asher, the other member reminded you of the recent arrest.

"He wasn't one of ours. But it doesn't matter. Leave no trace behind, remember?"

Agnes reminds you both as if it wasn't ingrained in your brains.

"Oh, and I'm sure your fingerprints are memorable!"

Asher motions to you, making you sigh in annoyance.

"This wouldn't have happened if that senseless journalist hadn't been there!"

You explain in defense, you haven't gotten caught before, so why worry now?

"Look, they've even given you a name too! 'The shadow stalker!'"

Agnes teased as she pointed to the newspaper with a smirk on her face. It's clear she's proud of how much you've grown, but she's too prideful to admit it. Asher laughs and points to you

"Congratulations! You have finally found your alias now! Embrace it."

They both laugh, this situation makes you angry, all of you are supposed to be seen as a threat that lurks on the streets at night. Some even thought you four were ghosts who roamed the streets.

Now people know you're not some unstoppable force, but rather a masked criminal who moves within the shadows.

"Right well, I'm heading to bed."

You rise from your chair and wave your goodbyes to everyone.

"You're on for tomorrow night again! Don't let me down!"

Agnes shouted from the common room.

Once you make it to your room you plop yourself onto your bed, not bothering to change.

Your roommate, Elaine, was already fast asleep. You envy how fast she's able to drift off. Tomorrow will serve as your redemption, but your nerves made sure you got little to no rest.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

"Fang Reaper, Shadow Stalker. Don't.Screw.This.Up."

Agnes scolds the two of you for the 5th time tonight.

The plan was rather simple; retrieve what your client requested and leave no trace behind.

A few officers lurked around the area which meant you need to work fast.

"We heard ya the first 40 times! "

Elaine groans before you both make your way to the jewelry store.It didn't take long before you could open the door. Cautiously you two make your way in.

"I'll be on watch."

She whispers and you nod.

The store was spotless, all the jewels, watches, and any other valuables were locked or hidden away. You've been to this store many times to "browse", of course, it didn't take long to find what you two were sent here for.

"Um, Shadow stalker?"

Elaine whispers as she crouches by the door, your attention is elsewhere as you try to pry open the out-of-place floorboard with your tools.

"Officer!"

She runs and grabs you, leading you to the back of the store. The back door was locked, but you were quick on your feet and pointed at a place for her to hide.

She makes her way to the spot while you hide near the small staircase that leads up to the second floor.

You both do your best to silence your breathing as the owner walks in, two figures follow behind him.

"And you're sure you didn't forget to lock it, sir?"

The officer asks as she uses her flashlight to look around the store. You two were well hidden and from where they were standing, they couldn't see you, especially in the leg-cramping position you're in.

"I'm telling you, it's them!"

He tries to plead with them. Unfortunately, your eavesdropping was interrupted by Elaine tapping on your shoulder.

"We gotta go!"

She pointed to the now unlocked back door. Now was your chance. You can leave without raising any attention to yourselves.

"Would you mind sharing more of this... Shadow stalker?"

A third voice catches your attention. Everything around you feels slower, but it wasn't time that was frozen.

"Psst!"

Elaine calls to you from outside, waving to hurry up. You hesitated

I'm going to regret this...

You pull out your notepad and a pen, the gloves make it hard to maneuver. You can feel Elaine's eyes piercing through your soul as you write.

'I'll watch you from the shadows, detective.

-Shadow Stalker'

You quickly make your way out, leaving the note behind where they'd find it.

"Y/N what the hell was that?!"

Elaine whispers as you two run from the failed heist scene.

"Agnes is going to kill us!"

She yells at you once you two have made it far enough from the scene.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

"So you failed?"

Asher laughs and covers his mouth. The four of you made it back home undetected, but your failure wasn't something you were proud of.

"Well, we were almost caught, a stupid officer and a detective came sniffing around!"

You say defensively as you cross your arms.He lights a cigarette and takes a puff, blowing smoke in your direction. You cough dramatically and wave the smoke away.

"You're not helping..."

You slouch in the chair and groan in anger, it's hard to have someone who sees where you're coming from when the person you're speaking to is a murderer who covers your tracks.

He takes another hit of his cigarette before standing.

"Kid, you're good at what you do."

He pauses, taking one last hit before putting out his cigarette.

"You should eat and get some rest."

He pats your shoulder and makes his way out of the common room.

"AND NO MORE LEAVIN' NOTES!"

He shouts from afar, you groan in frustration, your head falls into your hands.

All of them knew of your note, but only you knew what it read.

It was a stupid mistake you'd surely pay for later on. You weren't sure what even compelled you to do so, but you still did it.

You kick the air in rage and cry into your hands.

You didn't get to speak to her, she doesn't know who you are, and she's here to put you behind bars...

But you couldn't help but try to shake this strange feeling.

#vanessa shelly x reader #fnaf au #detective vanessa x reader #fanfic #detective x thief #slow burn #bun z writes #Vanessa shelly x y/n #vanessa shelly x fem!reader #echoes of deception

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littlelioncub43 · 1 year

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Who's the biggest panty thief?

This guy. He's a pervert.

He's ashamed but he fucking loves it. He loved stealing them when you were still "casually" dating (I say "casually" because that was before you guys put a lable on it but you were still exclusive). He still will sneak a few pairs from you now that you live together. He keeps a pair in his pocket when he has to do presentations at work (he makes sure to have deep pockets so dropping them isn't even a possibility). He, of course, jerks off with them. He sniffles them, clean or dirty and just goes to fucking town on himself. He's put them on a pillow and humped it until he came all over the purple lace. He's wrapped them around his base and let the soft cotton destroy him. He's lapped at the gusset of your panties for a taste of you while he fucked his fist. He loves them. He might have also put them on a few times but you didnt hear it from me.

#sweet nonnie who wonders who is the biggest pantie thief #its den #tech tuesdays #dennis baker #dennis baker x fem!reader

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dreamer-snail · 8 months

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hey uh just wondering cuz ik u said u were gonna finish all the books fir the nadine x reader story, but is there any sorta time frame on that like how far along r u or when do u suppose you’ll be able to release it? i absolutely adore ur work x

Oh goodness, I don't really know. I have so many notes, but the actual writing and procrastination just throws me, especially with school and other things.

But! That being said, it's super nice to see people are still interested in the story, and it has inspired me a bit to write more. So, I'm going to really try to commit to at least getting the first part done by the end of the month. It might not be fully polished, but maybe I can write and post the story and improve it later once I'm done! Thanks for being interested, and the tagglist for the series is always open!

#Beloved Raiders #Beloved Raiders series #Nadine Ross #Nadine Ross series #Nadine Ross x reader #Nadine Ross x reader series #Nadine Ross x fem!reader #Nadine Ross reader insert #Uncharted #Uncharted series #Uncharted x reader #Uncharted 4: A Thief's End #Uncharted 4

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fairy-angel222 · 3 months

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Everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officers! ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

—in which getting caught stealing with your boyfriend leads to three handsome officers fucking you down at the station.

pairing: officers! gojo s, choso k, nanami k. x fem! reader

cw: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, filming, praise, size difference, belly bulge, fingering.. etc

Your heart raced as you and Toji were stopped in your tracks by a cop car. Attempting to turn around only to be stopped by another swerving in front of you. “Shit. T-Toji? What do we do?”

Watching as a tall, broad officer emerged from the vehicle’s front seat, gulping hard when the blond one’s dark eyes met yours. His face stonic as he stood with his hands in his pockets, letting out a small breath when he looked you up and down.

“Toji?” Turning your head to see your boyfriend long gone, having jumped hurriedly over the hood of the car before sprinting away with the stolen money. You whimpered to yourself, backing up when he began to stalk towards you. Yelping as your back hit a broad chest, arms situating themselves around your waist to steady you. “Careful sweetheart.”

Glancing up through your lashes to see a white haired man looking down at you with a smirk, his eyebrow raised in surprise. “Now what’s a pretty little thing like you stealing for?” he hummed.

And you only looked at your feet after noticing a black haired officer speaking into his walkie talkie about a thief on the loose. Giving a detailed description of your boyfriend. The hold on your waist tightened, and you were flipped around to look up at.. a black blindfold? An idea running through your head to knee him and make a run for it.

“Don’t even think about it. I can still see you.” watching as your eyes welled with tears, your hands gripping at the hem if your shirt. “P-please don’t arrest me. I promise i’ll never do it again.” you pleaded innocently.

The man scoffed, his hand reaching up for your face, his slender fingers digging into your cheeks, “Then tell me, what’re you doing stealing huh?”

“Gojo that’s enough.” A deep voice demanded. Gojo letting go of you with the roll of his eyes. Your body immediately putting some distance between the two of you. Only to be met with the sight of the same blond officer finally making his move. His face void of emotion as his muscles bulged through his shirt. The veins on his hand extra visible when he gripped something on his belt.

Your eyes widened when he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, tilting his head down at you with his tone serious. “You can either cooperate, or i arrest you and bring you down to the station. Your pick.”

The third officer walked up to your shivering form before you could speak. Your body being sandwiched between the two towering men.

“Nanami sir, the male that was with her has been arrested. Although he was able to knock down three of our m-“ He stuttered when he caught sight of you, your glassy eyes practically begging him to tell his friends to let you go. “Uhm- our men sir.” He finished with the clear of his throat.

“Thanks Kamo.” Nanami nodded, looking back to you with a hard stare. “Look, kid. I don’t have all day. We already have your little boyfriend and we can easily take you.”

“Not a kid..” you mumbled. Rough hands making their way to your chin, “You’re really taking us for fools aren’t ya? Take her down to the station.” Nanami commanded, throwing the handcuffs to Choso before he was walking away, getting into the vehicle and driving off.

“Should have just been a good girl and answered me.” Gojo laughed, pushing you over to Choso who did as he was taught, pressing you onto the side of the police vehicle before cuffing your first wrist. Your body twisting and turning making him groan, feeling his dick growing hard in his pants.

“W-wait! I’m sorry! I promise i’m a good girl— not a bad guy. Just please don’t arrest me.” you begged, hearing the click of the cuffs on your second wrist before you were being pushed into the back seat. Gojo looking at you through the rearview mirror. “It’s a bit too late for that don’t you think?” Allowing Choso to sit in the vehicle before speeding off. Some officer.

The whole ride was filled with your tiny sniffles as you asked to be let go in all different ways. Each one being met by a stern no which had you letting out a whine.

“You do a whole lotta talking for my liking.” Gojo sighed, “Makes me wanna fill your mouth with my cock to shut you up.” Smirking when that made you stop with panicked eyes.

When you arrived at the station. You were pulled through a hallway and past a room where you saw Toji. Anger on his face as he attempted to get up, scowling at the snickering officer when he was stopped by two pairs of handcuffs.

You were brought into another room, seeing Nanami already sitting there going through your file, his head turning to you, Gojo and Choso when he heard the slam of the door. “She’s still quiet i see.”

“She actually started talking, told her i’d make her suck my dick if she didn’t stop.” Gojo grinned, Nanami shaking his head as you were brought to sit in front of him. Gojo at your side and Choso leaned against the door.

“So.” The man started, clasping his hands on the desk with a sigh. “I see this isn’t your first time being arrested. Mind telling me why?”

You looked down at the glass top with a shrug, “i don’t know.”

Nanami motioned to Choso and Gojo with a nod. Choso closing the blinds of the stretch of glass connecting the room to the hallway. While Gojo pulled you up effortlessly, taking your place on the chair with you in his lap.

“Let’s try this again, mind telling me why?” You chewed at your lip, ignoring Gojo’s hot breath on your neck. “I did drugs, i drove while drunk when i was 15, i’ve shoplifted many times.” You listed shyly, watching as Nanami nodded along to your words.

“Nnh- ahh” you mewled when two fingers squeezed at your clit through your skirt, your thighs clenching as you shifted on the man’s lap. “God, I could do this all day.” Gojo whispered.

Nanami closed your file and slid it to the side, standing up and making his way in front of you. Stroking his thumb on your lip, “You’re really making things worse for yourself. Want to know what these records show?” He started, your eyes fixated on his body as he unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt.

“They show that you’ve never done anything wrong.” His thumb slipping past your lips, “Show that you’re just a naive soul who covered for her friends and boyfriend on multiple occasions.” Looking up at his eyes through your lashes. “Show that you’re a good girl who trusts too easily.” He finished, watching you whimper underneath Gojo’s touch on your clit as you sucked lightly at his thumb. Your eyes closing with a hum.

“Do you think you’re a good girl baby?”

You nodded, “A very good girl, officer.” you muffled out past his finger, the eye contact never breaking until Gojo spoke. “I think she deserves an apology, doesn’t she?”

Nanami hummed a small yes, removing his finger from your lips and replacing it with his mouth instead. Kissing you softly as his hand reached up to wrap around your neck. Keeping your head steady as you moaned into him, tongues lewdy curling around each other.

Gojo grinned widely. “The fun’s finally getting started.” His eyes falling on Choso who stood red faced in the corner, his dick noticeably hard in his pants as Gojo ushered him over. “Kamo come here.”

Your mind felt fuzzy, wetness pooling between your legs as the large hand around your neck tightened at the sides. Letting out another moan when Gojo’s hand slipped under your skirt, running his fingers along your puffy folds through your panties.

“She’s soaked already.” he announced, chuckling when you mewled at the announcement, your face beginning to heat up.

“And don’t worry that pretty little head about that boyfriend of yours. You’re not the only one he’s been-“

“Gojo..” Nanami warned, his lips still moving against yours. Your heart tightened, eyes threatening to well up with tears as your suspicions were confirmed. Choso’s hand stroked your hair, “Don’t worry about that kay? Just focus on us.”

Gojo’s fingers began rubbing small circles on your clit, tearing your panties off of you when it began getting in his way. Nanami pulled away from your lips with a small smirk, sinking down to his knees in front of you.

Placing your legs onto his shoulders before bringing his face to your dripping cunt. “Make as much noise as you’s like. No one can hear us.”

His tongue darted out to lick a long stripe up your slit. A soft moan escaped your lips when he licked another. “Tastes like fucking heaven.” Gradually increasing his pace until he was lapping at your juices, his skilled tongue feasting on your wetness while Gojo kept up his pace in your swollen clit.

Your head fell back with a mewl, bringing your hands to the blond’s hair but stopped by the metal around your skin. You whimpered, “C-cuffs.”

Gojo groaned into your neck, grinding his clothed cock up into your ass. “Nah, like you better with them on.”

You moaned, back arching against Gojo when Nanami inserted two of his thick fingers into you. Curling them in and out directly onto your spot, your mouth hanging open in a string of cries when he began fucking them into your tightness.

Your noises were cut short by an angry red tip tapping your lips, Choso lightly taking hold of your head to help you sit up. His cock nestled between your parted lips waiting for you to take him in.

“Atta boy.” Gojo mused, watching as Choso pushed his cock further past your lips, a soft gag leaving your throat as he allowed you to adjust to his length. Only half of his cock being able to fit in your snug mouth. Choso moaned, your tongue swirling around his pre cum tip as you suckled on the mushroom head. Beginning to bob your head up and down without the use of your hands to keep you steady, your tongue licking along his vein each time you came back up.

A mewl sounded at the back of your tongue, the noise sending vibrations through Choso’s cock.

Your back arched as a coil built up in your stomach, your trembling legs being held apart by strong hands as your toes curled. Your hips jerking back and forth on Gojo’s lap as the pads of Nanami’s fingers pressed into your g spot. Him holding them in position by simply moving his fingertips on and off.

You cried out loudly around the cock in your mouth, drool running past your swollen lips and down your chin, Gojo leaning to lick it off your skin. “Nnhmf—“ you muffled, your eyes closing as you neared the edge. “ ‘mf closhe.”

The three men watched as your breathing sped up, unable to focus when Choso grabbed hold of your hair and manually fucked his cock down your throat. Careful enough to not hurt you.

You whimpered once more with a choked cry, your body spasming uncontrollably as you squirted onto the blond’s chin. Him groaning into you as he lapped it all up, locking his grip on your thighs when you tried to close your legs around his head.

“Oh hoho, look at her.” Gojo teased, “Can’t stop squirming, think we’re overstiming her. Are we, sweet thing?”

You nodded tearfully, Gojo kissing and biting at your neck while you sucked Choso off. His eyes met Nanami’s, both the men releasing you at the same time making you let out a shaky breath.

“We’re not done with you yet.”

Choso moaned as he neared his release, his abs tensing under his shirt and his cock twitching on your tongue. His head falling back with a loud groan before he was pulling out, fisting his cock roughly then cumming all over your pretty face. The sticky substance falling onto your now exposed chest thanks to Gojo.

Choso’s body quivered lightly as he finished spilling, his face quickly turning red again when he straightened his head to find both his colleagues smirking at him.

Gojo grinned, “Great, my turn.” standing up with you against him, kicking back the chair before bending you over, ready to line his aching cock up with your sopping pussy.

You whimpered when he roughly spread your legs with his knee, your hands still cuffed securely behind your back as your face met cold glass.

Gojo cursed as he eased himself into you. “So fucking tight, shit.” he groaned, fucking sloppily into your pussy with no mercy. His painfully hard cock begging for a release ever since he sat you on his lap.

Gojo’s hand reached up in your hair, pulling you up against him as he slammed into you. Your back arching against his chest with a loud mewl. Gojo watched as your ass bounced with each hit of his hips, your head thrown back onto his chest as you filled the room with high pitched moans.

Your pussy clenched when he brought his hand to your tits, fumbling and groping at the soft flesh before twisting your nipples between your fingers. Pulling out a cry from you at the sensation. Gojo’s pace never slowed its abuse to your tightness. Bullying his cock deeper inside you with a string of grunts.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, your loud cries mixed with Gojo’s grunts as he tugged at both your nipples and your hair. You could feel his tip grazing into your walls with each of his harsh thrusts onto your ass.

Your breaths getting heavy as you neared yet another orgasm. “Nn—nnhg, f-fuckk.”

“Language.”

You trembled with a scream of pleasure, clenching down on the white haired man’s cock as he breathed into your neck with deep throaty moans.

You let out whimper after whimper, your legs feeling like jelly as your knees buckled. “Hahhh— nng, close. Ah- ‘m close.” feeling the pressure on your gummy spot intensifying greatly. “A-ahh— nnh, cumming,” you mewled, lips parted in whiny noises as you came.

Gojo groaned, “Shit- clenching down so hard on me. Gonna break my fucking cock sweetheart.” his thrusts lacking any rhythm as he too neared his orgasm. “Come on, fuck, give it to me.” he rasped.

Your eyes rolling back as you gripped onto his shirt through your handcuffs. Your short moans matching his thrusts as your pussy gushed messily around him.

“That’s it.” he dragged out, slowing his thrusts until he was pulling out of your drenched cunt. Pushing you down onto your knees by your shoulders, “open.” Stroking his cock lightly when you obeyed and spilling onto your awaiting tongue while watching you swallow. “Good girl.” as he steadied his breathing. “She’s all yours,” he said to Nanami.

Your eyes moving behind the tall man to find Nanami sat on a chair with his cock in hand stroking to the sight. And Choso leaned onto the gray walls with his shirt in between his teeth as he did the same as Nanami.

“Come here.” Nanami husked. And you stood on shaky legs to waddle over to him. Your eyes widening at his massive cock, its girth the size of your wrist and its length the same as your forearm. Noticing your hesitation, Nanami chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

His hands found their way onto your hips as he guided you over his lap. A scared whimper falling past your lips when he lined you up with his rock hardness.

“Look at me. You can take it okay? Just be a good girl and relax.”

You sucked in a deep breath and nodded, wincing loudly as he sunk you down onto his cock. Your pussy aching at the stretch to let him in. “Ahh-“ you cried, small tears escaping your eyes as he bottomed you down onto him. Feeling his tip poking against the skin of your stomach.

“Holy shit.” Gojo whistled, “She’s fucking bulging.”

You mewled, looking down to see the outline of Nanami’s tip in your belly. The large man simply glaring at his colleague who only smirked.

Large hands held onto your ass, whispering soothing praises into your ear as he helped you grind up and down with the rocking of your hips. You began moaning as the pain slowly subsided. Pleasure filling your veins as Nanami made you ride him faster bit by bit. Feeling the veins of his cock grazing your sensitive walls with each movement.

You let out a string of loud cries, your hips arching when Nanami landed a slap to your skin. “You’re a real good girl, you know that? Obeying the men of the law. You’re a perfect one.” He groaned.

Gojo sat on the table behind you, his camera zoomed into the stretch of your pussy from the back. Nanami unknowingly spreading your cheeks to give off an even better view.

Choso’s cock prodded at your lips, his precum smearing onto your lips.

“Kamo. Don’t wanna save that for her pussy?” Gojo questioned, Choso shaking his head no with a desperate moan. “Uh uh, love her mouth too much.” Your lips parting to suck him into your throat with a hum.

Choso groaned, thrusting lightly into your mouth, his length throbbing when your tongue suckled at his tip. Nanami quickened your pace of rutting on his cock. Your noises drowned out by the youngest officer’s cock.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter. Creamy white covering his cock from top to bottom. Your pussy creaming his length with your clit being stimulated by its rubbing on the region near his base.

Gojo made sure to capture it all. Choso fucking into your throat and you milking Nanami’s cock. With mic picking up Choso’s moans and Nanami’s deep grunts.

Your body trembled, body filled with heat as you came undone. Whimpers bubbling in your throat and your eyes rolling back. The sound of your cuffs shaking entering your ears when your fists gripped literal air.

“Come on.” Nanami groaned, “Cum for us.”

You let out a silent breathy cry, your pussy spraying its cream filled liquid onto the man’s thighs and pants.

Choso followed not too long after you, finding it in him to force you to take all of him into your mouth with a gag before pumping his cum straight down your throat. Some of his cum spilling messily at the sides of your lips when he removed himself from the warmth.

Nanami rolled you onto him a few more times, his cock twitching within the depths of your cunt before effortlessly lifting you off of him and settling you closer to his knees. Giving his large cock a wrist circling stroke before his cock was releasing spurts of cum into the air and onto your tits and stomach with a dragged out groan.

The three of you panted, Gojo setting down his phone after saving the video to his eyes only then walking over to you with a key to remove your handcuffs. You fell forward as your body went limp, your palms feeling Nanami’s hard chest under his work shirt as you stabilized yourself.

The white haired man pressed a short kiss to your head. “Did so well.”

After helping you get cleaned up, the trio walked you out of the room. A slight limp in your step as you were brought into the main room. There you spotted Toji, who practically charged towards you. Slapping Choso’s hand off your waist and pulling you into his side. “Don’t touch my girl.”

Choso only walked away before giving you a look. And you sucked in a deep breath before you spoke, “Toji-“

“Before you say what you have to say baby, they charged us for robbery.” Kissing you softly on the same spot Gojo did. “Got any money to get us out of this.”

Just as you were about to speak, a voice echoed through the room. “Y/n L/n? You’re free to go.”

You gave Toji a tight lipped smile while scratching at your arm. “Sorry Toji.. i don’t have any. And since i didn’t do anything wrong i don’t see why i should be kept either.”

Toji looked at you in disbelief. A smirk eventually gracing his face. “Didn’t think you had that in ya.” Watching as you were escorted out by a blond officer who didn’t even spare him a glance.

He would have to use his one call on one of his recent flings to pay the fine.

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night-daily · 8 months

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Don't touch her | Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

summary: You, Nami and Zoro are captive by Buggy when one of his freaks decide to have fun with you.

warnings: spoilers ep 2 one piece live action.

“Can you stop fighting with each other and instead look for a solution to get out of here?” You were exasperated, your cage was little and tighter than Nami's and you were between them so you couldn't stand them anymore, they had been fighting as if you weren't trapped and Luffy was who knows where.

Nami looked at you smiling apologetically and Zoro looked... worried? Maybe was the stressful situation making you see things. Fortunately, Nami was a great thief and of course, she could open her cage and then help you. Hearing a voice coming closer makes you a little nervous, after all, those weren't normal pirates, they were freaks as the clown pirate called them. “Try to distract him” Nami murmured low.

He finally showed up, looking at the three of you carefully, and finally, his eyes stopped on Zoro. They started discussing about his brother, apparently, he was killed by Zoro and he was indifferent making Cabaji furious. He made Zoro spin while throwing knives at him, every time he ''failed'' a vital spot it made your heart race like crazy because if he wanted to kill Zoro, he would have done it already, right?

But you couldn't help the words slip out of your mouth when a knife almost touched one of his wrists.

“Hey freak, do you even know how to throw a knife!?” You were clearly trying to get his attention and you did it. His face turned red, and he looked more furious with you right now than with Zoro, you didn't know if that was good or bad for you, but you didn't care, at least Zoro it's okay it doesn't matter.

But there is a simple rule in this world, never mess up a psycho with a knife.

“You want to be my target so bad, pretty girl?” Cabaji was standing in front of you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. “I promise you I won't fail” He stated so sure of himself it made you shiver.

“Don't touch her.” Zoro's voice was aggressive and his eyes darkened, he clenched his hands into fists ready to fight.

Cabaji ignored him, smiling mischievous still looking at you but before he could do or say anything, Zoro pulled one of his arms out of the rope capturing Cabaji, tightening the grip around his neck suffocating him and dropping him on the ground.

You were focused on Zoro and Cabaji so you didn't hear when Nami opened up the lock from her cage until you saw her by your side helping you to get out.

You and Nami freed Zoro from the ropes when you were done you heard it Luffy's scream across the room, the three of you looked at each other.

“Ready to go?” Nami asked, you and Zoro nodded your heads walking behind her. Then you felt a hand on your wrist forcing you to stop and face him.

“Never do that again, it was stupid, he could have hurt you or worse, kill you” He was serious even a little scared, you have never seen him like this and it made you nervous, you avoided his eyes and he grabbed your chin gently. “I'm serious, I was going crazy.”

“But I'm alive... and it's thanks to you, Zoro” You stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips, taking him by surprise.

This time, you started walking with a big smile on your face, “you coming?” Zoro followed you from behind with a smirk on his face.

#one piece live action #opla #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro live action

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SOUR CHERRY

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, your mine."

Main Paring ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Depressing themes, failure, anger, and anxiety.

Spoilers ~ A Ton‼️

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No beta lmao)

Word Count ~ 3.9k

Chp Summary ~ The God's were supposed to be all knowing. They knew everything about anything and their glorious army for children. They chose when they claimed their children, when they felt their offspring had deserved their presence. Oizys claimed Nisha since the day she was born, it was just a matter of when Nisha would embrace being the daughter of miseries.

Chp 2 ~ Failure is Success (Nisha's Version)

Nisha breathed in the Hermes son's scent of sour cherry juice and wished for the smell of fruity nectar to return.

Fists formed at his sides as the God's argued, veins of powder blue and seafoam green straining through his tanned skin. Dark geode eyes were throwing daggers of celestial iron at the ignorant God's, his brows scrunched slightly with anger.

Chiron waited for the last two students of thirty selected. One suspiciously glaring at the Gods still present from the council, the other with trained eyes on the angry boy. Chiron didn't seem to notice Luke's odd behavior; the centaur eavesdropped on the gods speaking in his mother tongue.

“How could you not foresee a travesty as great as this?!” Zeus thundered, veins drawing lines in his dark-skinned neck as he tantrums.

All of Mount Olympus shook. Nisha could smell electrifying ozone, balsamic grapefruit, burnt soil, and dark oil. She resisted covering her mouth to stop a gag, only swallowing with a grimace on her face.

The God of all God's smelt absolutely horrible like nothing Nisha had ever encountered. His wounded pride filled her nose and sent her senses to go haywire. Something in her ear whispered for her to absorb his misery, his frustration; to transform it into sadness and watch Olympus crumble at her feet.

Her heart screamed for the smell of organic cherries, attempting to focus on the main smell of the fruit, instead of the sharp tang of underripe sourness.

The Hermes cabin counselor smelt intoxicating like an exotic drug. It was like his smell was addicting, swirling above her head.

Nisha salivated at Lucas Castellan's smell. She ignored the thoughts of darkness that creeped into her mind. The intrusive thoughts were common, as she is her mother's child. Unlike her mother, she refuses to sit and watch as she causes destruction only to pity herself for it later.

She had to try and overcome the dark cloud looming over her head; she had to avoid the storm that was Zeus.

“Watch them fall,” a masculine voice whispers in her ear. The tone promised success; the smell consisted of spicy bergamot, heady alcohol, fresh ginger, and sweet strawberries.

He smelt like home, he smelt like her, he smelt like her damned mother; he smelt like greatness and failure concocted into a mix of destruction, and Nisha wanted more. The tantalizing smell taunted her, reminding her of both the fresh poison of failure and sweet aroma of success.

Nisha knew it was right there at the tip of her tongue. She'd never done it to a God, but she could; she'd absorb all the distress out of Zeus with one touch and leave him wallowing in ignorant self-pity.

She could watch Olympus burn and achieve the smell of candy factory glazed strawberries right there. He let his guard down enough for her to do it. It would be as easy as Hypnos lulling the man to sleep on Hera's orders.

Nisha blinked the temptation out of her eyes, hyacinth purple swirling out of her focused amber-brown irises. The eighteen year old pressed her thick lips into a thin line and tried to focus on sour cherries; it made her mind woozy. At least it didn't make her vision blur like Zeus’ intense stench.

The daughter of miseries and failures tugs at the sleeve of the son of travelers and thieves.

Luke's obsidian rocks for eyes soften into boba pearls as Nisha tugs at the sleeve of his orange camp shirt once more. Confusion creases at his brow, and a frown tugs at his mouth rather than a venomous scowl.

The man smelled tart, he was sad, he was lost.

Brushing the tips of her finger against his bicep, she decided to try and absorb the adrenaline from his soul instead. Feeding on his anger makes lava burn in her veins instead of blood and fire lick at her skin instead of air. Replacing his anger with even more sadness mutes him temporarily.

Thank the God's that anger didn't fuel her like sadness did. His body alone was comprised of so much of the reddening emotion, she was sure he was close to exploding. His darkness, however, was wavering. She didn't dare touch that.

Zeus gave another holler that made the claimed Hermes boy flinch instead of glare. His strong backbone melted into jelly, and only a shell of Luke Castellan was left. Only the boy in him was present.

Nisha's breath got stuck in her throat as she tried to breathe in tart cherry. It made her soul scream for more, but heart ache simultaneously.

The negative emotions surrounding Olympus, home of the mighty God's, was overwhelming every time she went for the Solstice event. Only just then, the miseries in the God's safe haven threaten to suffocate Nisha into a fit of destruction.

Nisha is not her mother, she will not break down in the hall of Olympus. She will not be the one to make Olympus crash because their miserys give her power.

Power was primitive. What power did she really have? Her tongue could taste strawberries, and she almost hated it.

Glory, power, and greatness; it all tasted overwhelmingly sweet when a residue of the flavor swirled around her taste buds. It would disappoint her if she was not her mothers daughter, born with disappointment embedded into her bones.

Her fingers yanked around the older teens shirt, and her fistful practically ripped the counselors sleeve off.

Dragging him with her to the elevator, she couldn't help as he had to bend at the waist to prevent his shirt from ripping. Nisha couldn't help her rough reaction as panic dug into her skin with the lingering smell of molding strawberries and rancid pine sap.

Her black, calf height, combat boots clicked against the pearlescent marble tile of Olympus; Luke's red, converse, sneakers squeaked pitifully as the girl walked him out like she owned him. Nisha made sure to keep him sated on his own sadness and frustration so that he wouldn't tear her a new one.

He may have smiled softly at the campers and lent a helping hand more times than not, but she didn't forget his scowl of anger. She was sure Lucus Castellan would've struck the God's where they stood if he had the power to do so.

“I can't see everything, Father! It doesn't work that way,” screams Apollo in the distance. He stunk of sun-dried mandarins, rotting currant fruits and stamped out sage. The God's frustration morphed into anger and dimmed her bloodlust in the slightest amount.

Zeus’ despair was just right there, though. He was angry, but his pride took a loss, he was frantic.

“Are you alright?” Lucas Castellan's voice rang out raspy. The pair waited for the elevator to come back up next to Chiron.

Chiron smelled like dark oak wood, sizzling brown sugar, dry rotting leather, and literal horse hair. His disappointment, concern, and frustration made Nisha want to squeal out in delighted anger.

She could have taken all their misery right then. She could have made them all drown in it.

Back at camp, where it wasn't enclosed and there wasn't Godly drama running around, she almost never felt such surges of overwhelming temptation.

Nisha craned her neck up to look up at Luke, who stood a foot taller than her humble five foot one inch height.

The boy was practically pressed against her back dumbly. Nisha assumed it was thanks to her abilities temporarily removing his rage, and apparently sense, from his body. The teen boy's hands clenched at his sides nervously, and eyes were glazed over with a mist of tears.

Lucas Castellan was many things. Publicly emotional was not one.

Nisha ripped her hand off the teens' bicep and shirt, realizing her damage. She allowed his true nature of anger to return.

There was still nothing but tart cherries filling the air around them. She'd made him feel misery, and she felt no better than her mother.

The elevator dinged, then clicked open, “Are you?” Nisha questioned back rhetorically after a moment, her voice monotonous and head swimming with guilt.

Regardless, the boy's red-bitten lips dared to open, a rumble cut him off.

“You!” Zeus screeched. The lights around Olympus flickered, and the windows reflected nothing but stormy rain outside.

“Who?” Luke accidentally blurted out, still recovering from the bipolar loss of anger. Nisha pressed her heart-shaped lips into a line and wished for a God to open up a crater in the ground to swallow her whole.

“Shut up,” Nisha hissed, lacking anger. She stepped her foot outside of the opened elevator at the storm God's attention. Chiron smelt of burnt brown sugar, melted plastic, and burning forest fire.

The centaurs' driven concern put Nisha on edge as she looked up at the Lord of the Sky. The God of God's had an expression as dark as a thundercloud etched onto his dark teak skin. His electrifying blue eyes practically glowed with lightning as he stared at the girl and his centaur half-brother down.

Luke's presence was promptly ignored. It was as if he wasn't worth the God's attention.

“The unclaimed child, come forth,” yelled the storm God from the council table. Mount Olympus began to shake again at his bellows, and Nisha could feel anxiety swell inside her brain.

Nisha inhaled the smell of worried molding cherry and rancid nuts, then held her breath. Zeus needed to blame others for his own incompetence; he was faltering with his strength while she festered with blood-lust.

She almost wanted to watch Olympus burn beneath her feet. That taste of success would've been sweet if she did.

“They are so ignorant,” Thinks the girl, blinking slowly. She looked between Hermes' claimed son and Chiron, the Trainer of Heroes who gave side glances at her.

"But nobody knows," She thinks, leaning back in realization at her situation. Both were looking at her to answer.

A flat expression painted her face darkly; worry washed over by the Hermes cabin counselor and the planner of camp activities. Nisha swore she heard something akin to a pitiful whine being coughed from the back of Luke's throat.

Her nose begs for another whiff of cherry. She defies Zeus and takes a step backward to the teen whose brain finally begins to restart. His eyes are wide, and his anger is ever coursing through his veins.

She hoped dead willows were not present in his scent of mainly fruit. His resentment was powerful, intoxicating. His wrath was forceful, festering. He would fail himself going down a path that made him sour.

“Child!” Zeus screeched, and Apollo took a step away from his father. The sun God's ash blonde blonde locs were pushed back from his face with one hand. The handsome God's tan-brown skin started to lose its gold luster at his Father's screams.

Apollo looked straight at Nisha with his diamond blue orbs observing her face. Gleams of gold started to disappear in them as he soaked up her presence.

She did not need to breathe to know that his smell of sandalwood, unripe mandarin oranges, decaying red currants, and burnt moss had returned. It was probably even stronger than before when Zeus' focus was trained on him.

When anger dims, frustration lingers, after frustration passed, sadness was present.

He must've smelt like greatness to her, the daughter of distress and miseries. Failure made her smell sweet; failure made them smell vulnerable, impressionable, and destroyable.

“Watch them fall,” a man chanted in her ear suddenly, his voice distorted and growing louder as she attempted to contain her breaths. Fresh ginger of death, sweet strawberry of success. Her brow furrowed in annoyance. She assumed it was a manifestation of the darkness around them.

“Who could you be talking to, my lord?” Nisha asked with a lith of condescension to her naturally soft spoken tone. Zeus glared at her audacity, blue eyes of electricity clouding over into a blue-gray whirlwind.

His trimmed black beard was salted with streaks of gray. Nisha wondered when he officially stopped aging, if he was old enough for him to lose his wisdom.

“You, unclaimed Demi-God,” the man angrily hissed. His sleek dress shoes stomped against the perfect marble of the council hall as he bounded closer.

Darkness swirled in Nisha's vision, only visible to her amber orbs and invisible to everyone else. Swirling wisps of shimmering starshine black curled against her shadow and grasped her shoulder tightly.

"I'm very much claimed, so I'm confused,” Nisha replied plainly. Doubt circled the room quickly from every corner.

Zeus had a laugh that boomed and bubbled from the back of his throat. It caused thunder to crack past the window. Crows' feet crunched at the corners of his almond-shaped eyes, and a humorless smile slipped on his face dangerously.

Luke took a step closer to Nisha. He was placed right before where darkness lingered; it was behind her back and swept at her spine. His entire broad body shadowed the literal dark shadow behind her.

Zeus took another step closer, ignoring the concern of the centaur and Hermes' child. “I have allowed you to enter through the doors of Olympus during the Winter Solstice as an unclaimed child ever since you were dropped off here,” He sneered. Nisha knew that, and she shrugged dismissively.

Her head tilted boredly as she listened to the angered God. His anger wouldn't tempt her. His smell couldn't as she kept the smell of odd cherry in her lungs.

Zeus’ hands were clasped behind his back, his frame appeared larger as his muscles bulged from beneath his blue pinstripe suit.

The God's were supposed to know everything. They were glorious and powerful. There was no glory in Zeus' smell like there was in his powerful stance. He was just angry.

Nisha couldn't walk out Olympus without burning it to the ground if she was consumed by their misery; she'd make the God's just plain angry instead.

“I have had speculation of why and how you were brought directly here,” He stated strongly. It was as if he wanted to hear her question his integrity for extra pride points.

Nisha swore she could taste sweet strawberry faintly in her mouth. Zeus’ ignorant thoughts and arrogant conundrum was her success, how fitting for a tragedy like her.

When Nisha was born, she was placed at the edge of the Olympus elevator by someone unknown to, even the all-seeing God's. She was swaddled in blankets of various shades of purple and placed in a black baby carriage. She was found by Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt.

A stygian iron and celestial bronze nameplate with a thin imperial gold chain necklace was found at the foot of the baby carriage. It scorched the hand of Zeus when holding it. Nisha saw the scar that looked like a smoothed over lightning strike burn every year, the God's teak skin scarred a stark white.

The brown skinned girl could've sworn the man had it out for her since then. She couldn't have been more than five months old.

Also, her mere existence caused Hera to lash out in anger. “Zeus practically kneeled to her,” Slurred Mr. D when she asked him how the Olympians brought her to Camp Half-Blood. He was inebriated with a wine she bought on a trip to the human realm mixed with crushed berries he refused to tell her about.

Talk about straight priorities.

The girl could smell rich fermented grapes, buttered focaccia bread, cracked cashews, and sweet honey waft from his skin as he told the girl of her own origin story years ago. She could practically taste Dionysus's pride, his satisfaction, at his Fathers intense frustration and rotting ego from the incident that was her existence.

No God wanted to claim a mystery child; the majority of the God's barely wanted to claim their own known children as it was.

The fact that Nisha was left on the God's doorstep and was turned away was all telling of their character and her fate.

Apollo took a hesitant step closer from the thrones in the council hall, pulling at his long blonde locs with a scrunch between his pale blonde brows. His fingers flexed harshly; beneath his gold-brown skin, his veins strained from the force he pulled his hair at.

“Have you come to spite me, child?” Zeus spat rhetorically at her as she didn't answer him previously. He spoke as if he knew the answer. He appeared almost just as smug as angered, but Zeus knew nothing, at least nothing of her.

A God that was full of himself was no God at all, just a man, practically a mortal.

Nisha shook her head softly. Her black tresses were tied up high on her head and braided down neatly to brush over the small of her back.

“No,” She said plainly, linking her fingers in front of her and circling her thumbs against each other. Her gold-brown irises never strayed from Zeus’ stormy gray-blue glare.

Chiron trotted forward on his four horse legs, “Enough, brother, Nisha is but just a child,” He argued with a disappointed look of dower on his face. The man's strong jaw clenched furiously.

Nisha huffed as the Centaurs hand curled against a shoulder that darkness fluttered around. The girl worried for a second that the dark glowing mist would attempt to harm him, but it didn't. It just disbursed from the area he touched.

Leaning into his warm palm slightly, she could feel the older squeezed the brown skin once, conveying a message of silent support.

Luke continued to remain quiet. His rage almost deadly as he practically hovered over her like a second, technically third skin, as shadows tingled her body.

The daughter of Oizys could sense Luke's frustration flowing into his veins even stronger than before, but did not breathe in. She wanted to see how long she could go without the lust to feed from miseries.

The pure warmth from his bubbling wrath, however, felt like a furnace heated by lava against her back. His body was just an inch from being pressed directly against her.

At least Chiron had the decency to back away from her and step in front of them several paces. However, Chiron didn't get his anger absorbed from his body, she supposed.

Luke was definitely lost somewhere inside his brain.

The shadowy mist that attempted to cloud at her skin started to crawl up her fingertips experimentally. It felt like there was a cat's fluffy tail being brushed over her body.

“What am I being accused of?” The supposedly unclaimed child asked, just to hear the immortal man's theory. Pressing her lips into an unimpressed line, she cocked her hip, almost exhausted.

Zeus thundered, “You, Nisha,” He paused for a cheap attempt at a dramatic effect. Apollo actually stiffened in fear as his eyes surveyed the girls' traditionally feminine features. He heaved a gasp in anticipation.

“Are the the lightning thief,” Zeus boomed, making Chiron scrunch his features up in disbelief. Behind her, Luke heaved a sigh that sounded oddly relieved but frustrated.

Both men were silent; one from disbelief and the other from rage. “And why exactly would it be me?” Nisha attempted not to laugh, picking at the plum colored varnish polished on her long nails.

An angry God was still a God, Nisha played into his hand with the intent of not choking someone on their suffering. They'd always come back, but she would be imprisoned for killing a literal Greek God.

“As my unclaimed child, you come to spite me. Only a child of the The Big Three has capabilities of such a task,” He stated with a confident brevity.

Apollo's jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief.

Chiron scowled with a frown of frustration at his lips.

Luke pulled her a step away from all three of them, uncharacteristically protective for someone who'd never looked at her before.

“Watch them fall,” the gravely voice hissed in her ear again, and Luke flinched slightly next to her; his dark eyes hardened into obsidian once more. It was as if he heard the hissing as well.

The dark mist, the color of night, shimmered against her skin and wrapped against her hands. Nisha did not need to breathe to smell fresh ginger, sweet strawberries, steamed lavender, and dark chocolate.

“Miseries are unavoidable,” her mother whispered in her head, a gentle reminder from a not-so-gentle woman.

Nisha huffed a deep sigh.

Oizys was a primordial goddess that represented all mental harm within every living being. Her mother was anxiety ridden, depressed, and in retrospect, saddly a better parent than most God's.

Oizys knew who she was. She knew what she was, and she knew she was not going to be a good mother.

Oizys may have been the embodiment of misery, and her child too despite others' neutral opinion on her currently, but there was one thing other than miserable she was.

Powerful.

Either way, Nisha played her hand. She was doomed to fail. She knew that, but she still tried. She tried to deny her mother's claim, but failure was unavoidable.

Nisha didn't like public displays of power, personally. She didn't have power systemically in both the mortal and mythical world, but she certainly more power biologically compared to everyone in the room.

Zeus could make her life a living hell; Nisha could watch the world burn like the mysterious temptation was whispering; or she could do the responsible thing for others. The right thing for others.

Make her own life miserable.

Failure, disappointment, frustration, depression; all part's of misery that was undeniable, expected, unavoidable, and bound to last forever for her. Failure for Zeus would be better than falling, it would be temporary. He would eventually find his lightning thief and prosper.

If he fell and Nisha killed him, then returned as he was immortal, it was a definite that others would try and challenge the power in Olympus.

Nisha may have hated most God's, especially pretentious ignorant ones like Zeus, but she didn't want that fallout on her.

Unlike other Gods sectors and specalties; Oizys was quite literally the cause of tears, sadness, and everything miserable with living things. Nisha's failure would last forever in favor for the world, for the Gods, and somewhat for herself.

Failure was her success.

She would never actually taste sweet strawberry that tasted better than fresh fruit if it were in her hands.

Nisha still decided she would not live up to her mother's name that day. She would not cause misery to others. She would only claim misery as her own. Wear failure with a badge of honor as she tried to deny it before.

"How ironic," She thinks, defeated.

Her mother hums from somewhere within the dark mist, and the darkness around her swirls and shimmers. It attempts to cover and drag her into the dark where she belonged.

"I'm claiming you instead of you claiming me, who would've thought?" Nisha rhetorically questioned internally.

Unfortunate feelings of belonging weigh heavy on her heart as she tilts her head slightly; leaning into her mother's control of the dark mist against her cheek.

This time, the teenage girl really couldn't help but giggle.

Disappointment was always sunk deep into her bones, as expected. The shadows of her mother warmed her skin in the winter cold. Miserable but prideful, feelings erupted on her mother end.

Her sweet strawberries, her mothers fresh ginger; the smell she doesn't breathe in, but it pools on her tongue.

Failure is her success. That was both the mother and daughter's fate. It was time for Nisha to own it.

#luke castellan x fem!poc!oc!#kinda dark luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x oc #percy jackon and the olympians #the lightning thief #percy jackson #zeus #apollo #oizys

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— THUNDERSTRUCK!

pairings: luke castellan x daughterofzeus!reader, percy jackson x fem!reader (platonic & half-siblings)

summary: the one where percy’s babysitter ends up at camp with him, and may or may not be the child of a certain stormy man as well as falling in love with a thief (of her heart & other things).

warnings: fluff, percy takes on the brotherly role, protective perce, flirting, violence, protective reader over percy, possessive luke thoughts, kisses, makeoutish, timegap

wordcount: 4.2k (i went crazy)

a/n: i think i’ve seen this film before— (thalia wya) since a lot of people love protective percy/persassy! hope you like it!! i listened to it whilst making it sooooo i recommend!

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you and percy had experienced so much in the last days, now at a random camp, that had been scarcely explained to you by sally and grover as the four of you made your way to camp.

beforehand, you’d been finishing up on your last school assignment when a knock on your door drew you from your laptop, then percy barged his way into your apartment soaking wet. “oh! okay what the hell? percy aren’t you freezing? what’re you doing here?” you’d since placed your laptop on the coffee table, jogging over to the door as percy smiled up at you, “montauk baby!”

you laughed, “montauk?” he nodded as you grinned, “i’ll be down in five, you are so lucky my flatmates aren’t here they’d make you scrub the wet floors.” once you were out of view, percy made it a point to shake his body and hair, droplets of water dispersing around the apartment. he hated your flatmates, two annoying boys who loved to stare at you. luckily you were too busy hauling ass with your backpack and gym bag, stuffed full of clothes and snacks.

sally greeted you with a smile, a hug and a kiss on the forehead, “how are you sweetheart?” your smile was practically blinding, “very excited, let’s hit the road!”

you’d already begun to tune out whilst sally explained, godly parentage and all. but not out of spite or confusion, only sadness. one of your parents weren’t actually your parent. whilst it seemed that your father was the obvious candidate, goddesses did exist as well. percy had never really been with his father let alone grown up with him for 18 years, so it was different for him than it was for you.

as if that wasn’t enough, grover being split in half as a goat had you rubbing your eyes, hoping for a different outcome when you opened them again, sorely disappointed when greeted with hooves and fur.

but nothing could have prepared you for watching sally’s demise. having had a hand in raising you, loving and shaping you into the amazing woman you were now, and now she was dust. snapping back into the moment a tad late, the sight of percy fighting the beast caused your heart to beat a thousand miles quicker.

“perce!” you’d tried to aid him, pulled back by grover, whom you’d recently learned was actually 24. in another, less serious moment, maybe you would’ve listened to your elder and his pleas for you not to interfere. your feet carried you to percy and the minotaur, grabbing a nearby rock you threw it as a distraction, momentarily drawing its attention. percy then stabbed it with its own horn, reducing it to dust as he fell down and you held him.

“please, please stay awake. stay with me perce.” you clutched onto him, but your pleas went unheard as grover’s did with you. his eyes fluttered to a close, but not before you heard him whisper, “mom?” your heart clenched at the misunderstanding.

you stuck by him the whole time, when chiron and the others found you, whilst he was in the infirmary, you stayed by his side. when grover promised you that he’d be there for percy, and urged you to eat and take a walk, you relented.

the dark haired boy had his head down whilst walking, in his head he’d been contemplating whether or not he wanted to visit the newcomers. which he did either way. he ran right into you, as you met the ground and he profusely apologised, “i’m so sorry, i wasn’t watching where i was— going.” it was rare for luke castellan to be at a loss for words, but as he met your eye he didn’t care. you were undeniably gorgeous, messy y/h/c hair, sweet yet drained eyes, and a small smile drawn on your lips.

“you’re… so fine. like, as in— you’re okay. it’s okay, we both didn’t watch ourselves. not that i’m blaming you! just—,” you breathed out as he grinned, “i’m luke… castellan, head counsellor of hermes cabin.” you giggled as he scratched the back of his head, “i could’ve left off the last part huh?” he didn’t want to come off as bragging, but it did seem like he was. you scrunched your nose and eyes, “yeah, probably.”

he lent his arm to you, hauling you up. “i know my name, you know my name, you know your name. seems like i’m the odd one out.” luke grinned as you laughed, the two of you found it easy to talk to one another, “i’ll tell you, when you’ve earned it.” shrugging your shoulders, you turned on your heel heading for the infirmary.

luke stood behind and watched, his voice was distant but still loud enough for you, “what do i have to do to earn it?” you shook your head, quickly turning back to him to shout out, “if i tell you, then you won’t chase after me will you?” your smile was imprinted in luke’s head, he only wanted to see it more often, you more often. and he sure as hell wasn’t above a chase.

the rest of the day was spent settling you and percy in. once he’d awoken, he immediately asked after his mother, but of course that wasn’t possible.

your presence was the only thing that percy knew, helping him calm down. the two of you were completely new in a place where the people around you seemed to have been at forever. and whilst you’d barely talked the people around you, they all spoke about the pair of you.

your journey had seemed to reach the ears of all the campers, including a certain ares girl.

clarisse whole heartedly believed percy to have lied about his encounter with the minotaur, for whatever reason. you’d found that out when luke was taking percy on a tour, whilst you’d been talking to chiron about settling percy in.

on your way back you’d noticed her talking to him.

“you want attention around here dummy? better be ready for it when it comes.” she snickered as percy stumbled backwards, but not before you steadied him from behind. “you okay perce?” he nodded whilst you surveyed him for any injuries, once you’d deemed him to be okay, you pushed him behind you.

percy’s troubled past was not foreign to you, teasing and bullies and expulsions galore. you’d never held it against him, percy was your brother, and you knew who he was. he was kind, and funny, a joke up his sleeve at all times, wide eyed and curious of his surroundings, fiercely loyal and friendly to those he loved. at times his mouth got him in trouble, but at the end of the day, he was always your perce. the one who’d always ditch school to take care of you when you were sick, the one who glared and protected you against your roommates, the same perce who puked for hours when sally and you had indulged him in blue foods for his birthday. he was your brother, you couldn’t protect him at times, but you’d be damned if you let it happen right infront of you.

“he’s twelve, twelve years old. how old are you? you might think it’s hilarious to bully new kids around, but i sure as hell don’t. stay away from him.” clarisse scoffed, crossing her arms, “i don’t like liars, he is a liar. and so are you. admit you faked the minotaur killing.” it was your turn to scoff, “it happened, why the hell would we lie about it? get over yourself honestly, are we continuing the tour or what?” luke clicked his tongue, “see you around clarisse.”

he could tell you weren’t in the best mood so he took it upon himself to make you smile, “how much do you want to bet he ends up poking someone’s eye out?” you and luke stood side by side as percy adjusted his protective glasses, attempting to weld. “how much do you want to bet he starts a fire?”

as the three of you ran out your laughs mixed in with luke, “pay up!” percy scrunched his eyebrows, “you bet on me? that’s rude.” you ruffled his hair as he swatted your hand away, “as if you could do any better Y/N.” luke smiled at the slip of your name whilst you groaned, “guess i didn’t have to earn it.” luke whispered into your ear. percy didnt like the close proximity, so he injected himself in between you two.

the rest of the day was spent trying to find what percy was good at, and then laughing at his failed attempts. then percy being annoyed at you and luke.

you’d stuck by percy’s side the whole day to which he protested, “i can be alone for a minute yknow?” the two of you were currently walking back from dinner, “okay, one, two—,” he threw his head back and groaned, “you know what i mean.” your hand rested on percy’s shoulder, “i’ll give you some time okay? just make sure you get back to the cabin before curfew, i think it’s going to rain.” percy nodded, walking off to wherever.

but you weren’t alone for long.

“so, how’d i do?” luke took up the space percy had occupied moments ago, “what do you mean?” he walked infront of you before turning around, “did i earn it? your name?” the smile on your face was hard to fight as you averted your gaze to ground, face beginning to heat up at his smile, “i’d say yes, but percy told you my name anyways. but you did also earn something else.”

“and what’s that?”

“my company.”

luke liked the idea of that, “well then, i’ll do my best to deserve it. do you want to take a walk with me?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “isn’t curfew soon?” his hand was outstretched towards you, reminiscent of your first meeting, “lucky for you, i’m somewhat above the average camper.”

and so you took his hand, time and along the way his breath. just looking at you was enough to make him happy, the bitterness buried deep as he listened in for your laugh. admiring you in the moonlight, committing your face to memory.

your stomach hurt, bad.

the only times you laughed this hard were with percy. “there’s no way! you caught them trying to make out, twice?” luke nodded, “in the same night, basically infront of everyone. they’re both only eleven, so i’m guessing their understanding of relationships and privacy doesn’t span far.” you buried your face in your hands as luke shook his head, “uh-uh, if i’m talking to you, i need to see all of you.” you both sat at the dining pavilion, facing each other.

it only made you resort to hiding in between your knees next, “i can’t! i look crazy.” luke’s hands came to your wrists in an attempt to pry them away, which was successful, but then you hid by your knees. he did think about prying theme apart, but then blood shot to his face when he realised how sexual it was. so he rested his hands on your knees, which made you peek up at him. his eyes bore into yours, unrelenting and unashamed.

“you look gorgeous, all the time. and i seriously can’t hold a conversation with you if i can’t see your pretty face.” his words caused you to rise, legs coming down to rest on either side of the bench, “pretty huh? and what do you know about pretty girls?” luke crossed his arms as he smirked, “not much, just that i’m looking at the best one.” you smacked his chest, “god you’re such a flirt.” the two of you rose up from the table as luke smiled, “how can i not when you’re right here?”

you took in a deep breath, not expecting it to trap itself in your throat. you were alone, for once. you were alone. with an exceptionally strong, sweet, lovely guy, who seemed to have an affinity for you.

luke was revelling in your shyness, the more he got to know you the more he wanted to be with you. not only were you kind, but you stood your ground. even with clarisse, the second she targeted percy you stood in between the two. it was one of the many things he liked about you. he also liked the idea of stepping a little closer, maybe touching your face, kissing you?

as much as you wanted to get closer to him, you weren’t sure of yourself. and if it was past curfew then you couldn’t help but wonder if percy was safe and sound. “we should head back!” you spun around and began walking whilst luke sighed, “yeah, we should.”

you expected for him to either;

a) not be there

b) be asleep

c) be making his way back

not for him to be in the bathroom, held by clarisse and her friends shouting for you, “y/n!”

“let him go! now!” you screamed as you ran towards him, but clarisse held onto your arm, “he needs to learn his lesson.” you laughed, this girl and her stubbornness needed to be studied, “what the hell is wrong with you? my god he didn’t fake anything! he’s a poor kid who saw his own mother disappear infront of him! he’s terrified!” clarisse was strong, you’d give her a point for that.

but she ignited an ungodly amount of anger in your body. you pulled against her to get to percy as the storm outside made its presence known as you screamed, “let go!” thunder rattled through the air, striking outside the door, as clarisse and the girls were hurtled back by water. you immediately ran to percy, “are you okay? did they hurt you? i swear i’m going to—,” percy cut your rambling off with a tight hug, “you came.” the tears in your eyes fell free as you held onto him, “you called.”

annabeth stood at the door with luke whilst percy interrogated her, “are you stalking me annabeth?” their conversation was drowned out as luke made his way over to you, “are you okay?” he surveyed you for any outstanding differences, a cut or two. “i’m okay, i’m fine. thank you luke, i just need to get percy in bed. i’ve had enough of this camp for a day.”

you were on auto drive, the only thing on your mind was getting percy to your cabin, the ghost of a kiss you’d left on luke’s lips as you hurried out of the place didn’t register until you were in bed. luke seemed to enter years later, quiet steps to his bed alerting you. “luke?” your voice was hushed whilst calling out for him, aware of the other campers, “y/n?” he was in bed now, sat up.

“d’you mind if i—?” you gestured towards him and his mattress as his eyes lit up in recognition, “oh. oh! yeah.” you awkwardly shuffled into his bed, knees touching his as you sat facing one another, “do you wanna—?” “i’m sorry for…” the two of you overlapped, after a beat of silence just meeting his eye caused you two to break out in hushed giggles and laughter.

“i kissed you, very randomly. i’m sorry luke.” he shook his head and smiled, “it’s fine, i liked it.” your eyebrows travelled up as you straightened your back, “you.. you didn’t mind?” his hands held onto yours, “not at all, i haven’t known you long, and you haven’t known me. but i want to continue getting to know you sweetheart.”

your smile could’ve stretched miles across america, your eyes shone brightly, if you’d asked he would give you the world. he was going to, wouldn’t it be nice? having someone by his side through it all?

that night you both slept side by side, his arms seemed to envelope you entirely. his nose dug into your neck, uncomfortable but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. luke slept soundly that night, his hands trailing over you, in the night and morning. being awoken by a kiss, morning breath be damned.

“not that i don’t love it, but what’s got you in such a good mood?” luke continued kissing down your neck as you giggled, “it tickles!” he murmured whilst continuing, “i don’t care.” your hands ran through his curls, your morning bliss was ruined by a yelp of surprise.

“what the— y/n?!” percy’s face was pure disgust as you shoved luke to the side, not realising that you’d been on the edge of the bed until luke collided with the hard wood floors with an ‘oof’. “oh god, are you okay?” a thumbs up had you smiling, before you realised the mess that you were in with percy.

“how? when? why?”

“all those questions will be answered eventually, percy, it’s nothing crazy okay? just calm down.” percy scoffed, “nothing crazy? it’s basically only been a few weeks and he has his tongue down my sisters throat.” that sobered you up, sleep washed away, “sister? did you just—?”

“i don’t know, but please, just try not to around me.” percy felt slightly embarrassed at letting you know how he thought of you. how could he not expect you to be a sister? you’d been in his life forever. “okay, not to interrupt but—,”

“then don’t.” percy snapped as you groaned, “ignore his royal sassiness, continue luke.” luke brushed himself off as he continued to speak, “todays capture the flag.”

percy wanted to throw himself over a cliff.

everyone else was amped up, practicing with friends and strategising whilst he sat on the grass as you triple checked his armour, “i think i’m fine y/n, do you want some bubble wrap? extra security.” he joked as you sighed, “i just want to make sure you’re okay, is that so wrong?” percy sighed, “no, i guess not.” you held onto his shoulders as you looked into his eyes, “i’m sorry.”

before percy could even ask for the reason for your apology a sloppy peck on his cheek was left behind as you ran off. “y/n!” you laughed at his screechy voice, but chirons voice explaining the rules shut you up.

the game seemed to be going well, you hoped so.

you were currently viewing percy floss on a rock, which made you want to push him over it, which you couldn’t for obvious reasons you settled for pelting his armour with rocks and pebbles. “ow!” you laughed at his exclamation, knowing it hadn’t hurt him, “please, it only hit your armour.” percy shrugged, “still.”

maybe you’d been to engrossed in staring at pebbles and thinking about luke but the girls managed to surround you. sword in hand you rose from the floor, tossing percy’s things his way. your own sword clutched tightly, “flags that way, it’s not here.” clarisse smirked as she held onto her own spear, “we know. yeah, glory’s fine. revenge is more fun.” you shook your head, disbelief filling you, “god you just don’t stop do you?” she laughed, “no maiming. it’s like the one rule.”

“yeah, i guess i’ll lose dessert privileges for a while. i’ll live.” your sword clashed with the girls, grunts ringing out through the air as you held your own. you weren’t concerned for yourself, only percy. you yelled out for him when he tripped over the log, “perce!”

clarisse stood infront of him, “i’m actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not. i just want you to admit you're a fraud, and that you’re having Y/N lie for you. it’d make me feel better. are you feeling up to that yet?” percy stumbled as he ran, you shoved the girl to the side and followed along, “keep running, don’t look back!” clarisse sighed, “guess that's a no.”

you ended up on the shore, percy rolling over as he stumbled to his feet, they all surged forwards as you continued to fight. clarisse mainly focused on percy whilst you held off the other two. one of the girls was overconfident, believing herself to be able to take you down with a few hits. your hand managed to slide into her armour on her shoulder, wrapping your hand around it you slung her into the water with all your strength. cringing when you heard her slam on the floor.

the other girl huffed, “wonder what we’ll do when you lose. maybe i’ll go over to your precious little percy, beat him around. a few stabs and slices might teach him the meaning of honesty.” her words were fuel to the fire inside you, your hands and body felt alive the second you began fighting, as if you were meant for it. you were going to beat this girl to the ground.

the victory of your team wasn’t enough to stop you, a moment of hesitance formed when luke planted the red flag into the floor as he celebrated with chris. spoiling his happiness was chris, “isn’t that your girl?” luke’s head whipped to look over at you on the shore, sword in hand as you faced off with the girl, percy held up by clarisse.

“it’s one thing to threaten me, but percy? you’re going to beg me to stop.” the campers were quiet, the entire area was abuzz with anticipation. your yell and hers broke the silence as you charged at eachother.

hit after hit, you continued pushing her back. swords colliding as you put all your force into the fight, the swords neared her throat. her terrified expression made you grin, “told you.” her legs were swept out from underneath her as she slammed into the floor, sword taken from her grasp by you.

luke cheered when she fell, igniting a string of applause and support from your team. but right now? all you could focus on was her. “you think this means anything? i’ve been fighting my whole life, you’re nothing. he’s nothing but a lying loser who lost his mommy.” the girl spit out blood, her teeth painted crimson. the power you felt looking down on her was unmatched by anything in your life. glancing backwards you viewed annabeth speaking with percy, who, thankfully, wasn’t fatally injured.

your grip on the hilt of your sword tightened as you lowered yourself, knee resting on either side of her waist. up above, dark clouds began to form, threatening a storm again. rage surged through you as you picked her up by her armour, “say it again! say it again and i’ll break you in half bitch!” your screams echoed as the campers watched on, you shoved her to the floor before raising your arms, your sword held high as you struck it down. right next to her head, simultaneous lighting struck all around you.

the thunder was deafening, but with the girl out of your way your focus came back with only one thought, percy. you turned around only to view percy standing in the water, a trident above his head. “percy!” you pointed towards it as he looked up in shock, what you didn’t expect was for him to point at you.

a lightning bolt, right above you.

luke’s jaw was close to the floor, you and percy had been claimed, both forbidden children. now this was awkward. but he swallowed his anger and made his way to you when he could. by then you’d already spoken with chiron, and had the situation explained to you. currently you were settling into your new cabin.

a knock on your door drew your attention as you called out, “who is it?”

“hint, it’s not clarisse. so don’t strike me down with lightning, i quite like being unburnt.” the voice you’d hoped to hear flowed through the room, “come in, please.” luke closed the door behind him as he made his way to you, “please? you really wanted to see me didn’t you?” he teased as you rolled your eyes.

“you’re not wrong.” your hands pulled on the drawstrings of his hoodie, tying them together and undoing. luke took in your change of demeanour, brushing stray hairs behind your ear, “you want to talk about it?” your lips pressed into a tight line, “not really. can we just sit? maybe read?” luke picked up a book from your bag whilst you laid down.

he laid down next to you as you settled your head onto his chest, “percy’s okay, i spent about an hour with him, talking. isn’t that funny? i always treated him like he was my brother, and he is.” he hummed, leaning his head onto yours, “makes sense, seeing you beat the crap out of the ares girl, knew you had to be something special. it was also very hot to watch.” you shifted to look up at luke, his smirk was evident as you buried your face.

“don’t get shy on me now, i’m just love struck. i have a lovely girl on my side, how am i supposed to hold myself back?” your hand traced a lightning bolt over his chest, “lovestruck huh?” he nodded along proudly, “maybe not lovestruck.” you sat up a bit, “what do you mean?” the concern laced in your voice was hard to miss.

“i’m thunderstruck.”

“and i’m going to murder you.” your hands attacked his side as he laughed.

“i take it back i swear!”

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