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MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader (halloween) 🎃

you prepare luke’s make-up for halloween night

warnings: just pure sexual tension 🫦

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"You´ll be taking care of me, little Red Hood?" Luke asked, sitting down on the wooden chair placed in the middle of the room at cabin eleven.

Your silk red skirt brushed the back of your thighs as you turned around, cleaning the last bit of face paint from a thin brush. "I will, Mr. Castellan" you joked.

The cabin is packed, like most of the time, but today was for a different reason. A bunch of Hermes´ boys were getting their make up done by you and your sisters, the reason? Halloween night. It was kind of a tradition for the Aphrodite cabin to help out with the costumes for the big party. And as much as a pain it is to help all the campers, you couldn´t deny that it was fun to pick out what your friends should be dressing out as for tonight and then doing their makeup to match the costume, and right now, it was time to help the worst breed; the boys.

They were men, therefore, they were basic, they´ve all decided to dress up as skeletons.

Soft pop music was playing inside the cabin as you felt a faint smell of cherries and hot chocolate. It was a comforting yet fun place to be at right now, like a beauty salon, but chill and without the white lights and burning chemical smells. More of your sisters were currently taking care of some other boys´ make up, painting their faces in black and white scary features that would barely make them look human at night, and now, it was Luke´s turn.

Luke´s face was already quite chiseled, like those marble Greek statues. You stepped back a second to take a good look at his face; sharp features, big nose, small eyes, plushy lips. Good, this would be fun.

"Alright" you state, "Just stay still and let me do all the work"

You leaned in slightly, starting to draw the outline of Luke´s face with a white make-up pencil. You and Luke stood silent, unlike the rest of the campers who kept on chatting and screaming at each other due to failed skeleton features. You planned on doing the simple; a white or pale base with black features like eyes, nose, cheekbones and mouth, maybe even some shadows, just like you did with Connor and Travis, who specifically asked for you to prepare them.

"I didn´t know you were so good at this" Luke finally spoke, anticipating to break the ice a little.

"What can I say?" you smiled, "I have many hidden talents"

You continued on, working in the lines, making the transition between the white and his perfectetly tanned skin. He was such a lovely canvas, his skin was clean, and smooth. You were actually a little scared to end up making him look bad. "Your jawline´s perfect" you muttered as you dragged the pencil there, more to yourself than to him.

Luke chuckled, "Is it now?"

You only dart your eyes away from your work to look into his eyes for a second, then back to your progress. Your teeth barely show as you smile a little, glossy red lips only shining brighter. "Okay, don´t get all cocky now" you tease.

Luke was used to flirting with everyone he met, and of course, people flirting back. But seeing you so focused on his face, the pen working on his face with you so close to him, gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

You felt so close. Luke could smell a faint scent of cherries coming from you, and the hairspray of your hair. He could almost feel the warmth of your body too, standing so close to him, your body leaning down towards his face, making him look upwards to take a look at your face. You hissed then, taking a soft grip of your lower back, "Shit" you whisper. You were uncomfortable, being hunched over for so long.

"You okay?" Luke asked.

"Yeah" you reply, "Just-, my back´s killing me. I´ve been like this for an hour" you explain, you´ve been in the same position for the past other two boys you prepared.

Luke looked concerned for a second. So he shifted on his seat then, opening his thighs, basically welcoming you.

You stood speechless, pencil in hand as you chuckled softly, unable to react, or move.

"Come on" he urged you softly, his eyes locking on yours as he patted his thigh. You knew he wasn´t inviting you to sit there, —even though he wouldn´t complain if you did—, rather than in between them. "I don´t bite"

You scoff then, shaking your pencil in between your fingers. Your boots step into the tiny space then, back straightened as you only have to look down to Luke´s face, "Sure you don´t" you reply.

He lets out a short chuckle, tilting his face up to maintain eye contact. The air feels weirdly tense. Your fingers take a soft hold of his chin as you tilt his head a little more up, dragging the pencil over the lines once again; just in case. Luke´s eyes remain open, taking a look at your costume.

A deep scarlet skirt almost too short paired with tall, heeled backboots and a white button-up that hugged your figure just perfectly, and the black corset over it did just the rest of the magic, along with, of course, the red silk cape and hood.

"You look great" he muttered out, trying to get a reaction out of you.

You stop your movements for a second, looking at him dead in the eye again, but with a serious face, only to go back to your job as if he said nothing. "Great doesn´t cover it" you reply, tilting your head slightly.

He chuckled at that. You had no idea how right you were. You were gorgeous in that outfit and he could swear you looked like a damn goddess, a vision come to life just to taunt him.

"Cocky-" he muttered with a playful smile.

"Don´t move" you interrupt, leaning down a little bit more just for a second, the thin pencil brushing past the outline of his lips.

Your face was closer to his now, the scent of his cologne made you feel lightheaded.

Luke had that type of aura; the one that was always surrounded by a nice scent. The type that made you want to lean in closer, the type that was warm and comforting, yet he was no sweet pea, but a little more rough. Manly, with his legs spread open like that for you to stand in between, or for you to sit whenever you liked.

And with his face so close to you, you made and observation; Luke was handsome.

Very.

Just when you finished tracing the outlines of his eyes, lips, and cheekbones, you turned around to dip a pencil into some black face paint. Luke remained politely silent, lips closed and hands over his thighs as he followed your every movement. He was watching you intently as you worked. You looked so focused and careful, like it was an important and serious job, and for gods sake, it was Halloween makeup. He wondered if you were just doing it so perfectly to impress him, which was working, and Luke had to admit it was cute to see you so fixated on his face.

He could feel his heart pound in his chest. Sitting there, having you so close, all he could think of was touching you. How could he not when you were wearing such clothes that he loved?

Of course he wouldn´t. He was patient, and he was very much enjoying the game so far. But you were so close , it was so tempting. And he did have a very bad self-control.

You took your sweet time blending the black paint over Luke´s face with a small brush. He was being an obedient boy, sitting still, with no smart remarks coming from his mouth. How rare.

He enjoyed just watching you, watching your expression change slightly as you applied more and more paint on, watching the tip of your tongue dart out of your mouth every once in a while. It was so hard to keep his hands tucked into balled-up fists on his thighs.

But he wouldn´t stop staring at you, your face.

But you stepped back, pencil on your hand and a small smile growing on your glossy lips, but your brows furrow. You were slightly confused. Luke stared back, not a single expression on his face. His face was sharp looking, focused, stone. And the black paint was doing nothing but only making him look more-, attractive.

"Don´t look at me like that" you smile barely, more confused than actually chilled about what was happening.

"Like what?" He asked, the black paint only remarking the scary and sharp features on his now painted face.

You looked a bit flushed, your makeup and hair perfect. But he wanted to mess it up , ruin it a little. He kept staring at you, not bating an eye. "Like-," you cut yourself off, turning slightly to the side to grab a different pencil before dipping it in more black face paint, "Like you´re undressing me with your eyes or something" you say, too shy to say the words loudly, stepping in between the space of his thighs again, too afraid that somebody else would hear you.

Oh, but Luke heard you just right.

He hums quietly, a smirk pulling at his lips at your embarrassed expression.

You´re standing there, in between his thighs again, and he has to force himself to keep his hands in place. He looked up at you, eyes focused on you as you applied the paint on him. And you were so concetrated on the task in front of you, on his face, you didn´t realise how badly he wanted you.

He was hungry, and it took every bit of his self-control to keep from touching you.

"Maybe I am" he responds quietly.

His voice is low, and the tone he uses makes you freeze. His eyes burn into your skin, like he´s daring you to respond, to say something, anything, back. And for the first time, you have nothing to say, no witty response. You just look back into his eyes.

And there is something in them, something that makes your heart beat faster.

He stares back, not moving, not speaking, and the tension is almost palpable. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, and you try to ignore the way your body is reacting. Luke has never had this effect on you before.

“Perv" is the only thing you manage to reply, not even a full sentence, not even speaking fully, just whispering into his face as you go back to your task, you only wanted this to be over now.

You can tell by the way his shoulders are tense that he´s struggling not to move. But he doesn´t, and his silence makes your stomach twist and turn. You know he´s enjoying this, and the fact that he knows what he´s doing to you is almost enough to make you snap.

Luke saw the way he made you blush and trip into your own thoughts, and that was enough for him.

You remained awfully silent for the rest of the time, with Luke´s eyes still piercing through your soul until you´re done. "There" you say as you finish touching up the last bits of shadows onto his lips, "All done" you say softly, walking back to the small table to start cleaning brushes again.

Luke stood up, turning around to face you. His face was completely covered in white and black, his skin was unrecognizable.

He walked over to you slowly, and the way he was moving was almost predatory, like he was stalking his prey. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The rest of your sisters and his brothers didn´t seem to notice a thing or even try to look to your direction, too busy invested into their own conversations.

You grab a towel, and you feel it-, oh you feel it. Like when someone´s standing behind you, the cold feeling that drips down your spine, ready to attack. Luke places his hand on each side of the table, his chest so close to be pressing to your back, trapping you against the table; and you couldn´t even see him properly.

"Just a question-," he says, clearing his throat briefly, "How effective is the make-up remover?"

Your breathing hitches for a moment. His voice was ridiculously low and whispery against you. You swallow, and the room suddenly feels too hot.

“Um-" you reply, trying to focus on cleaning the brushes instead of the man standing right behind you. "Very. It´ll clean right away, don´t worry" you reply poorly.

"Oh-. no, I wasn´t asking because of me", he replies, and he leans in a little closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You can feel the heat of his breath and it sends a jolt of electricity through your body, "I was asking for you. I don´t wanna leave any mark on your face after you´ve worked so hard on yourself"

Well, who would´ve though this guy was a poet? Hiding meanings behind words?

"That´s very considerate of you" you reply, trying not to sound too eager, but the way your voice cracks tells him all he needs to know.

Luke nods once, a smirk on his lips, and you can practically hear it in his voice. He leans down, his lips grazing the skin of your neck and his nose ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"I´ll make sure you find me", he whispers.

And with that, he steps back, his presence gone as fast as it arrived to the scene. Your hands tremble slightly as you finish putting the last brushes away, and your face burns hot. He had suddenly left you wanting, a feeling you didn´t even have when you first started working on him.

But you had to head back to your cabin now, and fuck-, were you mad you couldn´t get what you wanted now.

Luke surely knew he had started some type of game, your pretty little self caught in between his webs… but the night was only starting, and soon enough, you would be the one trapping him.

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Luke Castellan Character Aesthetics

-Pictures from Pintrest-

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(😺) GOING FERAL OH MY GOSH

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being hot is his costume 😻😫

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hermes aesthetic [c11]

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I think the PJO fandom does not talk enough about the fact that Luke wanted to leave Kronos. He wanted to leave Kronos while he still could. Possibly before he got the curse of Achilles. He quite literally begged Annabeth to run away with her. I hate that I barely see this scene brought up outside of the claim that it proofs that Luke was trying to manipulate/hurt/groom Annabeth or as proof that he was actually in love with her. Like it is freaking non of these things. Its a scared 20-21 year old realising what´s happening to him (cough grooming by Kronos cough) and trying to find a way out, by reaching out to the only person left in the world that he still trusts so much to possibly see the good in him. His little sister. The girl he basically adopted. Annabeth. And Annabeth who didn´t think she could trust him anymore. Not really. While she despratly wanted to, her logic and reasoning was her ultimate failiur. Because she could have saved him. But she was a scared 13-14 year old who felt deeply betrayed by one of the only people she ever trusted and her mind told her that distrust was the safer option for her survival.

Also just to make this clear. I am not blaming Annabeth for not trusting him. Lukes fall and no one being able to save him is a tragedy for a reason. It could have tecnically been prevented but it would have required for characters to behave in a way that wasn´t possible for them. (Slightly referencing this post here, but a bit more broader.)

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(😺) GOING FERAL OH MY GOSH

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my brain goes quiet and then charlie bushnell dresses as a frat boy lookin firefighter.

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𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝗅. 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇

summary : ares kids are known for their temper but the reason behind it is not always what we think

paring : luke castellan x aresdaughter!reader

word count : 1.9k

cw : scar, mention of abuse, lot of anger and yelling, the event of tlt didn’t happen here but Percy still go on a quest and Luke still hate the gods

a/n : This is inspired by the scene in the 2nd book sea of monster where clarisse talk to her dad on the ship and we see the clarisse scared for the first time and I really wanted to develop this idea

English is not my first language so please feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes !!

Being a half-blood came with a lot of pressure, but having the God of war as a father was something else.

The campers of cabin 5 were known as short-tempered, violent, fierce and cruel kid and most of them already had a rough behavior before being claimed, others just got worse at the revelation.

You were one of the latter. Moving with confidence through the camp you were one of the most respected and feared half-blood and also the counselor of your cabin. The aura of fear surrounding you made campers hurry past you, careful not to cross your gaze and avoid to do anything that might provoke you.

However, no amount of fear could prevent the rumor from spreading around the camp, the impressive scar crossing your neck was the source of endless questioning that remained to this day unanswered.

Secret quest ? Monster encounter ? No one knew.

You had build iron walls around you and no one had succeeded or even dared to break through them.

The nightmares, the anxiety and the fear of failure were yours and yours only to deal with.

Unfortunately, the godly blood running through your veins made the only way for you to cope with these feelings to be through anger and violence.

The reason of your terror-tinted glory was first because of your incredible ability to excel in quite everything you ever tried but most importantly because of the pressure no one knew you were putting yourself under to be the best as to not disappoint your father.

You disguised everything by an unbothered act everyone seemed to buy. But deep inside of you the memory of your failure was always lingering in the back of your mind reminding you of the consequences of your incompetence.

And lately the cause of your worry was Luke Castellan, son of Hermes and counselor of his cabin. He was known as the best swordsman in camp for the last 500 years and your only rival. You never shared any relationship whatsoever with him, only harboring feelings of resentment and -secretly- jealousy. He was strong and smart while being kind and helpful which made him only more enviable to you.

But that was before that boy arrived at the colony, seemingly not particularly good at anything but to your incredulity Poseidon’s son. He had been claimed and Chiron announced his departure for a quest.

Now that picked your interest, because quests were always undertaken by three. And you needed to be chosen.

Ever since the announcement you had spent day and night training relentlessly and when the day came for Percy to chose his partner you stood tall, chin high and… terrified.

When you saw him settle his gaze on Annabeth you felt your body freeze in horror. What was gonna happen now that you’ve humiliated your father again ?

The kids that hadn’t been selected started going back to their cabin after the selection but you stood there feeling your heart hammering in your chest, your fist were shaking, knuckles white at how tightly you were clenching your fist.

Suddenly you heard a voice that made your blood run cold. The harsh voice haunting your night, the one you always dreaded to hear. You slowly turned and, as you were expecting, your dad stood there in a mist. But he might as well have been here so much he made your skin prickles in terror and your scar burn in remembrance of your punishment.

"Father, I can explain" you hated how weak you sounded as your voice cracked in fright.

"Father, I can explain" he mimicked you "you’re pathetic, you do nothing but humiliate me you’re not even capable to go on a quest with a bunch of 11 years olds" he snarled.

You bowed your head biting your lips as to not let any tears escape your eyes in front of him.

"I gifted you a powerful sword and with my blood running through your veins you should be undefeated ! Instead you let this Athena kid get chosen over you and the son of Hermes beat you in our own domain ! War !" he roared, making you flinch.

"You better improve… and quickly girl, or else…" and as he took a step toward you, you flinched back in fear even thought he couldn’t touch you.

"Pathetic" he spat before vanishing in the mist.

As soon as he disappeared you exhaled a deep breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Hands shaking and heart racing you tried to regain composure and slowly started walking.

Where ? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you needed to calm down.

Damn it. That’s why you kept failing. You were too emotional. Too easily affected. You were the daughter of the god of war. Violence and cruelty were the only things supposed to course through your veins.

The longer you walked the more the fright of your encounter was converting into a white-hot rage,... as usual.

Soon you found yourself in a clearing in the woods surrounding the camp. Without thinking you started hitting a tree pouring all your anger into this trunk, your knuckles were getting ripped open, your skin burning where the blood started trickling, but you couldn’t stop. The rage was blinding you making you indifferent to the pain.

Suddenly a hand caught your wrist as you were sending another fist. You turned abruptly and instinctively reaching to your hair pin and pulling it out as it changed into a sword. (l have put a picture in the end of what i mean)

To your surprise you found Luke facing you hands raised in surrender.

"Castellan ?", you sputtered

"What do you want ?" you growled not lowering your weapon.

"What do I want ? What were you doing ??"

"It’s none of your business. Now get out of my face before I fight you"

"I heard" he simply stated.

"..what?", you said incredulously.

"I heard", he repeated staring into your eyes.

"'The hell are you talking about ?" you whispered not sure if you wanted to hear his answer.

"You know what I’m talking about"

That’s right. You knew.

"And how does it concern you Castellan" you retorted, the fury burning in your eyes,

Something shifted in his eyes, something you mistook for pity. And you hated it.

"y/n I don’t want to-"

You launched at him with your sword and him being the incredible fighter that he is, quickly dodged your attack and drew his weapon out.

"Y/n stop ! Listen to me !"

You shook your head and charged at him again your two sword clashing together in an explosion of sparks.

"You don’t know anything" you screamed, the fire of the rage burning deep inside you getting out.

"You think I don’t ? Come on, take a look around !We’re all victims of the indifference of our parents here."

"No you don’t ! I would dream of his indifference but he need me to be the object of his godly-expectations. And I am not meeting them. I am a disappointment."

He lowered his blade while you still griped yours tightly "Who cares what they want they’ll never be proud anyway."

"You really think it’s that easy Castellan ? How do you think I got that scar huh ?" and you voice cracked as you said it while pointing at your neck.

"I was young.. and dumb. I thought I could finally make my dad proud and that he would recognize me, but instead.. he considered that I had humiliated him. He sliced my throat open and left me to die with that very sword.", you croaked, raising your sword.

You were trembling in anger but for the first time (at least in front of someone) tears prickled your eyes.

In front of you Luke’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched at your revelation. He slowly took a step toward you as if you were an wild animal.

"You don’t have to face it again. Not alone at least. You’re with us.", he tentatively rested his hand on your arm and you surprisingly didn’t feel the need to push him away in this violent way you had found yourself used to.

"Who’s us ? I push everyone away. I’m aggressive and vicious just like my father." And that was the first time you admitted that fear to someone. That gut-wrenching fear of ending just like your father, sickeningly loathsome. And saying it out loud made you feel like a weight was lifted off your chest, and the tears in your eyes slipped on your cheeks as a lump formed in your throat.

You threw your blade aside and let your back lean on the tree you were hitting just minutes ago. You covered your face with your hand, smearing blood all over it.

Luke kneeled in front of you, holding your hand gently in his as if to ground you. His presence silent but steady.

"You don’t understand !!" you suddenly squawked hysterically. "I just can’t- I can’t stop. I want to be allowed.. I want to feel other things but it’s like I either have to feel angry or keep it inside of me and it just feel so- so.." you felt out of breath you heart pounding harshly against your ribs, no matter how hard you tried you just felt lightheaded. Were you condemned to feel that way every time you tried to express yourself in another way than by yelling. Were you-

Then you felt… hands cupping your cheeks ?

Oh yeah. Luke is here. You were so lost in your head you forgot about your surroundings.

Has he heard everything you just said ? You weren’t sure you cared anymore. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.. oh and a voice murmuring in the background.

Your eyes focused on his face in front of you. His lips were moving but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It seemed he understood because he stopped talking and slide his hand to the back of your neck and gently drew you to his arms. Your head against his chest, you heard his much slower and steady heartbeat.

You slowly calmed down and came to your senses, acknowledging your surroundings. You felt drained after pouring your heart out this way. You were cradled in Luke’s arms and the exhaustion came out in the form of tears.. once again.

"I always feel this rage. And I don’t know how to make it stop", your voice broke as you declared it.

"I know.. it’s okay, it’s okay." he muted rubbing his hand on your back.

"You’re not alone. We don’t need their validation. And if Ares or any god want to say something to you or to any half-blood about it, they’ll have to go through me first. Even if it’s the last thing I’ll do."

You cracked a small smile at this and slowly straightened up to sit facing him while his hand had moved to your thight, "You’re really as dumb as you look then", you said. Your voice lacked her usual harshness.

He smiled back and as you stared into his eyes, you saw hope. You had a long road ahead of you but maybe this time you won’t have to walk through it alone.

a/n : omg i suck at ending it’s actually crazy, also i don’t really know if i like this but i really wanted to write about this

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this is what i was thinking of for the hair pin (but reader just have one)

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𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 | 𝗅. 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇

summary : sometimes people are as harmful as poisonous flowers, but.. weren’t these people supposed to be your friends ?

pairing : luke castellan x demeterdaughter!reader

word count : 3k

cw : toxic friends, bullying/assault (not sexual), symptoms of poisoning (nausea, dizziness, fainting, etc.), hurt/comfort, luke being protective

a/n : i’m so back in my percy jackson era i’m currently reading the third book i love ricks writing omg

English is not my first language so please feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes !!

You loved life at camp half-blood.

I mean, the setting was breathtaking. The sun was always shining, the forest and fields were blooming with colorful flowers and majestic trees. A fresh breeze was making the leaf rustle and the grass tickle your legs when you decided to lay on the ground under an oak. And the best part, the strawberry fields, filling the air of its sweet tone.

Your mother really had a big influence on who you were. And even if you weren’t really paying much mind on how she was to her children you couldn’t deny that you really had everything of a Demeter daughter.

You were a sunshine to the people around you, you tend to be a bit simple and naive but what was the point of being distrustful in this heaven of a place you always thought.

And as unexpected as it was to everyone, you had developed a tight friendship with Luke Castellan.

You formed an unusual pair but you both completed each other in a way no one could understand. You were offering Luke a solace he hadn’t felt in forever, your gentle and caring demeanor never failing to comfort him.

But Luke ? He felt the need to protect you. An unrelenting urge to shield you from the reality of your unstable world. And your peaceful perception of the world extended to him every time he as much as crossed your gaze.

He knew he wanted more than a friendship with you, but he couldn’t bring himself to risk the peaceful world you shared for something as frightening as love.

Beside Luke, you were sharing a friendship with whoever talked to you. To you it was as simple as that, to be friend you didn’t needed an extended period of time to give your trust. Wasn’t trust the very foundation of friendship ?

Unfortunately that was only your vison. Among your siblings you often hung out with a group of kids your age.

However what you failed to see, was their dismissing behavior and their tendency to belittle you.

You always laughed along with them after they joked about the way you had done your hair this day or how you had naively waited two hours past curfew for them to show up for a stargazing night, just for them to never come.

You always laughed it off even thought deep inside you it hurts you to always be made fun of. But you would never admit it.

That day you were hanging out with them near the strawberry fields. You were not paying much attention to your surroundings, choosing to focus on the growth of the strawberry fields that you were accelerating by your presence.

You then heard your siblings calling you but when you stood up and turned to face them, your were met with a handful of mud.

Sardonic laugh filled your ears as you fell backward hitting your elbow on the trunk you were previously sitting on.

The mockery resumed at your fall and you winced but tried to wipe the dirt away. Just as you opened your eyes you saw Luke rushing to the boy that had pushed you and shoved him to the ground.

"What the hell did you just do ?", he shouted in anger, pining him to the ground by the collar.

"It’s nothing man, we were just playing !" he explained suddenly less confident.

"From where I was it didn’t seem like you were playing at all. Her arm is hurt.", he was fuming as he said it. "But maybe I can play too ?"

He started twisting your half-brother arm and as he started to squirm in pain you scrambled to your feet and grabbed Luke’s arm.

"Luke ! Stop you’re gonna hurt him !" he stopped but didn’t let go of his arm.

"They were just playing, I’m not even hurt I swear." you continued in hope of convincing him to let it go.

"Yeah, listen to her ! We were joking !" the boy added with a dumb smirk as if he wasn’t about to have his arm broke.

"You shut up." Luke snapped at him and a few seconds passed in a heavy silence as they stared at each other in anger. "I’m gonna let this go… But if I see or hear that anyone touched her again I’ll kill every single one of you." he warned before letting his arm go and standing up.

He addressed one last murderous look to your siblings before grabbing your wrist and storming off.

You followed him to wherever he was walking (not that you had a choice), addressing him worried looks.

After a few minutes of walk, your interrupted the silence : "You know it really wasn’t that big of a deal, they didn’t mean to hurt me, and I’m not even hurt, but you shouldn’t have gotten angry like that. If you had hurt him Chiron would have punished you, and it really wasn’t worth it" you were rambling when he suddenly stopped in his track making you bump into him as he turned to face you.

"Sunshine. I don’t care about the punishment you hear me ? Nobody touches you." he stated with a serious frown.

"But-"

"Nobody." he repeated, cutting you. "I don’t want to hear any excuses. They knew exactly what they were doing and maybe you don’t see it but I do and I won’t let them."

You brows furrowed, "What do you mean by that ? They weren’t doing anything. They’re my siblings !Don’t accuse them of anything."

"It’s not because you’re kind to everyone that it means that everybody have good intentions !" he snapped in frustration. "They’re taking advantage of you because they know you’ll never confront them !"

You removed your arm from his grip and took a step back. Tears filled your eyes as you spoke : "I know I’m not the wisest and I know people think I’m too naive but it doesn’t give you the right to say that."

And before he could answer you ran away, leaving him to stand here full of remorse and unspoken words.

That night you didn’t sleep well, and neither did he. This was your first fight since the start of your friendship. You had cried before dinner and Luke saw your red eyes and tear strained cheeks from his table, making his heart shatter at the sight.

After that he quickly left to go back to his cabin. You both spent your night tossing and turning, thinking about your argument again and again.

When the morning came you weren’t waiting in front of the Hermes cabin like you did everyday and Luke walked in the unease of your unusual absence.

And when he arrived at breakfast, before he had the time to take in your sight, you were already standing up to leave.

You spent your morning alone wandering in the woods. You needed to clear your head and to you nothing was more calming than the quiet of the forest only disturbed by the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves.

When the afternoon came, you had settled in a lovely clearing where the sun was setting its rays through the tree branches.

But as your eyes were closing, you heard steps coming from behind you. And just as you were about to turn, you were violently dragged to the floor.

You tried to understand what was going on but too many voices were melting together and your head was spinning from the hit.

When your vision cleared you were met with the sight of a bunch of your siblings surrounding you.

Your half-brother, the one that had pushed you yesterday, came forward glaring at you sternly.

"W-what are you doing ?" you stammered a little more scared than you cared to admit.

"Why ? You’re scared your knight in shining armor isn’t here to save you today ?" he spat.

"I’m sorry for yesterday ! I didn’t wanted him to-"

"To what ? Now that you’re friend with him you think you’re untouchable ? Don’t be delusional he’ll probably leave you when he gets bored of your stupidity." he jeered, his face morphing into a vicious grimace.

You clenched your fist to avoid crying but tears were already welling up in your eyes.

"That’s not true." was all you managed to say without your voice breaking.

"You’re pathetic", he scoffed and laughed echoed around you.

Suddenly you felt the urge to run but as you were about to stand, the expression on their faces took a cruel twist and your brother commanded at them : "Hold her"

Your eyes widened in fear and you tried to scarper but they were already on you, firmly holding your wrist and legs, pining them to the ground.

You tried to scream but, you had made sure of it yourself : you were alone in this part of the woods.

You saw your brother coming closer, holding something that you couldn’t make out. He leaned in to your ear, "Maybe that’ll show you not to turn on your own. Idiot."

He then opened his palm to show you a bunch of berries. But they weren’t your sweet strawberries or sour raspberries you liked to stuff yourself with. No these you didn’t approach because of their properties.

They were poisonous bay.

At their sight you shook your head pressing your lips tightly together as tears streamed down the side of your face. Weak whimpers escaped your lips in protest and fear.

But your siblings just smiled wickedly and one of them forcefully opened your mouth while your brother slipped some in your mouth and forced you to swallow.

You felt the fruits slipping down your throat and their sour taste on your tongue still, a wave of dizziness was already coming over you and you stopped struggling against their hands.

A head movement from your brother and they released you before standing up. But it wasn’t of any help now that you were feeling your strength slowly leaving you. But would you have done anything even if you could ?

They threw one last look at you, one of them quipped "Goodnight dummy". And they all left without one look behind.

You slowly turn to be on your stomach, and mustering all your strength you tried to stand up supporting yourself with a tree. But you quickly realized that you were already too weak for that. Growing desperate, you started to crawl in the direction they left in, maybe with a little luck you would come across someone.

But you were terrified.

Was that it ? Where you about to die like this ?

You stopped moving when a wave of nausea struck you. Hands clutching to your stomach you laid on your side.

You were maybe leaving a simple life with no particular dreams or goals, but does that gave them the right to make your life end earlier than it should ?

You curled up on yourself, overwhelmed by the symptoms, you were nauseous, freezing -despite the sun shining its warm rays- and growing more and more exhausted.

Then you thought of Luke, you’re gonna die without having the chance to talk and make up for the argument. This made you even more sad than the death you knew was coming, he had suffered so much, how could you abandon him ?

And the worst part was that he was right. He had warned you about their intentions. But you didn’t listen, you knew they weren’t always nice. But you really wanted to give them a chance, however, Luke just wanted you safe. Now you were probably gonna die alone and he was condemn to everlasting regrets.

Your eyelids were growing more and more heavy and you were giving in to the exhaustion. The sound muffled around you and soon all you could sense was the breeze making you shiver and a really distant voice.

Wait. A voice ?

And were these steps you were hearing ?

For a second you were terrified your siblings were coming back. But you couldn’t do anything except lay there.

The steps were louder and more pressed now as if.. as if they were rushing towards you ?

You mustered all your strength left and opened your eyes trying to focus on your surroundings.

Then you heard it, this voice yelling your name, getting closer and closer. But it wasn’t any voice.

Could you be imagining it ? It couldn’t be him.

But suddenly dark curls entered your field of vision. A sheepish smile cracked on your lips and a single tear run down your cheek.

"Luke", you smiled.

His eyes were frantic and his hands were hovering over you like he was afraid to touch you, "What happened sunshine ? Please talk to me sweetheart !"

"I’m sorry, you were right", it was getting harder for you to breathe.

"It’s going to be alright baby, I’m here now." His hands were caressing your cheeks and he had leaned you against his chest. "Tell me where it hurt.", he demanded urgently.

"They.., they made me- eat it" you croaked almost out of breath, slowly pointing at where the rest of the berries where laying beside you.

"They..?" His eyes darkened and he leaned to grab them suddenly understanding what happened.

When he turned to you again, your eyes were closed.

"No ! No, no, no, no !" he was lightly tapping your face, your head lulled to the side.

"Open your eyes sunshine," he said to you gently, his heart sinking with each passing second.

"Wake up, I need you here with me.", he said in a pressing voice.

You had trouble opening your eyes. It was just easier like that, maybe you’ll fall asleep and everything will turn out alright.

You felt so weak. All you could hear was his voice, as if he was far away, telling you not to fall asleep.

And as your body was abandoning you, two arms slipped under you, one on your back and one to support your legs as you were lifted in the air.

You were growing colder and instinctively searched for warmth by nudging your face in his chest, shrinking on yourself.

Luke started running as fast as he could with your body in his arms that he could feel growing more limp at each of his step.

He ran even faster.

You couldn’t die. Not now, not ever ! He needed you by his side. The sole thought of having to spend one more night without your beaming smile and shining eyes frightened him to his core.

Soon he arrived at camp and ran to find Chiron, in his frantic state he was yelling to everyone he crossed path with to find him.

He then heard a trotting sound signaling that Chiron was approaching and he ran toward him.

Chiron frowned at your shaking body in Luke’s arms and quickly took you, not without a protestation of Luke who couldn’t think clearly.

When you came by, the first thing you felt was the sheets under your skin, the second was a warm hand holding yours.

You slowly opened your eyes quickly understanding that you were in the infirmary.

Your mattress squeaked as you tried to sit up and Luke stirred in his sleep at the sound.

You stopped moving but he quickly opened his eyes startled and looked around before noticing that you were awake.

"You’re awake." he said, shock evident on his features. Then he seemingly came to his senses and exclaimed "You’re awake !"

He stood up, moving his hands to touch your face before stopping midway. "Can I.. can I touch you ?"

You slowly nodded, secretly craving his touch after everything you went through.

He cupped your face looking at you with a worried and hurt frown. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there sooner to protect you". He gripped softly but firmly at your arm as if he needed to make sure you were there with him.

"You were so pale, as if- as if life had been drained from you. And I.. I was terrified."

"It’s alright, I’m safe now." you gently reassured him.

"No. No I should’ve been there- If i had, if i had none of this would’ve happened and- and.. I shouldn’t even have talked to you like this in the first place. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been there and I could’ve protected you and.."

He was spiraling and you couldn’t let him blame himself like this, "Luke. Hey listen to me" you placed a hand on his cheek,

"Stop blaming yourself, if it hadn’t been for you I’d still be laying there,.. and probably dead. If there’s anyone to blame it should be me. You were right. I was just too dumb to see what was right in front of me and I lashed out on you because I didn’t wanted to accept that they weren’t good people. I really wanted them to really be my friends.."

Your voice got quieter as tears blurred your vision at the memory of their betrayal.

A warm embrace surrounded you and the scent of Luke around you grounded you.

After a few minutes of a comforting silence his soft voice broke it, "Don’t blame yourself for wanting to believe in them. Your trust is what makes you so pure and it’s what I love the most about you. But from now on, I won’t ever leave your side again. Nobody will touch my sunshine ever again."

He locked eyes with you, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Sleep baby" he hushed and you slowly lulled back to sleep at the sound of his heartbeat and the comfort of knowing that you were safe as long as he was holding you.

a/n : damn this took longer than i thought.. again i don’t know if i like it or not but here you go, pls lmk what you think i’m desperate for feedback

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do u right for luke castellan? if u do can u write some fluff for himmm? thank u, love ur writing

why | luke castellan

“if you want to stay as the counsellor of your cabin, you’re going to have to work harder,” mr. d said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

“i’m sorry,” you deadpanned, frustration creeping into your voice. “what?”

chiron rolled his eyes at dionysus. “it’s nothing personal,” he replied dismissively. “we appreciate your efforts—”

“we just know that you can do better,” mr. d interrupted.

luke stood just outside the door, waiting for you, when he overheard the conversation. he didn’t think much of it, except for how wrong both chiron and mr. d were.

what surprised him the most was the meek, tired “yes, sir,” that slipped from your lips on the other side of the door.

as your boyfriend, luke has had the opportunity to watch you up close as you hustle through camp, over-organising activities, making sure every camper is accounted for. you’re always on the move, practically running the place, and sometimes he wonders if you ever take a minute to breathe. your dedication is impressive, no doubt, but it hurts him to see you wear yourself down with every unnecessary list, every forced smile you give chiron, and each desperate attempt to hold everything together on your own.

today is no different, of course. the kids are out exploring, their laughter echoing in the distance, while you sit at one of the empty tables with a can of soda, sluggishly jotting down yet another mundane task for the afternoon.

“hey, camper,” you say, barely looking up from your notebook as you take a sip of your strawberry soda.

“come,” he says, but it’s not really a question.

“what?” you glance up, surprise flickering in your eyes as he gently places a hand on your arm, urging you to stand.

“you heard me.” with one hand, he closes your notebook and tucks it under his arm, then grabs your can of soda and takes a sip.

“but—the kids?” you protest, frowning.

“eh. they won’t miss you.” he flashes you a grin, and with a stifled chuckle escaping you, the two of you make your way over to the empty dock, settling down with your legs dangling over the edge.

“how are you?” luke questions, you watch the way his slim waist slumps as he stretched his hands out behind him. “and i mean really.”

“good. haven’t gotten the chance to talk to you in a while though,” you smile, watching your reflection in the water beneath you.

“why?” the boy asked. you paused. there was a look in your eye as you went over your answer, a look that luke would never forget. you never thought of why exactly you’ve been busy all summer. probably because the answer seemed obvious to you.

“i’m working, luke?” you say, though you sound unsure. “why do you ask?”

the wood is warm beneath you as you stare out into the lake. you could see a group of campers staggered around the edges of the lake, a few taking a moment to dip into the coolness of the water. luke was leaned back on his hands, a lazy smile on his face as he watches the way your lips curl up at the sight of your kids.

“mr. d wasn’t the best this morning during senior council…” luke started, carefully watching the way your face twisted for your reaction. “i don’t know, i guess i get surprised when you let things like that slide.”

“what’s this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you turn to look at him. he looks almost unreal in the warm light of the setting sun, the golden rays casting a soft glow on the side of his face, making his eyes seem to shine just for you. he was a demigod for sure.

“an intervention,” he jokes, a hint of mischief in his tone. 

you roll your eyes, but he doesn’t miss how the sunlight catches in your hair, turning it a soft gold. it’s a moment, a second of reluctance that tells him to think twice before he continues this conversation with you.

“look,” he says, his tone shifting slightly. he sat up straighter, his eyes never leaving yours, “i’ve noticed you’ve been working your ass off lately; more than most of us. so why’d you just take that shit from mr. d?”

for a minute, all you could do was stare at him, and all he could do was stare at you. he took note of how the meat on your bones seemed to lessen over the course of the summer, how your tired eyes sunk into your rosy cheeks, and how your lips glossed over with the same lip gloss you had since the sixth grade.

“i know… what it sounds like—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“do you even like being a counsellor?”

“of course, i do,” you say with no hesitation, your eyes hardening as you sounded slightly offended.

his expression softens, concern flickering across his face. “look, baby, i know it’s none of my business how you choose to waste your time, but you barely even sleep anymore.”

you take so much shit from chiron and mr. d and you never even once go against their orders, we haven’t had time alone since before summer, and you give so much of your time to people who don’t deserve it… i know that nobody asked you this before,” 

“but do you ever wonder why?”

the question hangs between you, and for a moment, you’re silent, caught off guard by the honesty in his voice. you look down at your hands, playing with the edges of your shorts. “why what?” you knew ‘why what.’

“why are you like this?” he prompts, holding eye contact.

“because…” you sigh, searching for the right words. “i don’t know… but chiron—”

“forget chiron,” he replies softly as he takes your hand in his. “you’re his best counsellor. he was probably just messing with you, sweetheart.”

you meet his gaze, and for the first time, you realise how much weight you’ve been holding. you sigh, looking at him; his eyes never leave yours. 

“maybe you’re right,” you say slowly.

“of course, i’m right,” he scoffs, a smirk creeping onto his face, but the warmth in his eyes makes you want to kiss the smug look right off of it.

“big talk for a hermes, castellan,” you challenge, leaning in closer with a playful grin.

luke smirks, quick to respond. “that’s not the only big thing, baby.”

you can’t help but laugh, the sound ringing out like music in the morning air. it’s the hardest you’ve laughed since before summer camp, and in that moment, you realised just how much you’ve missed this.

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make it out alive

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“untied shoelaces” // luke castellan x reader

pairing. luke castellan x reader

word count. 803

content. reader doesn’t know how to tie their shoelaces so luke helps them and teases them about it. gn!reader. fluff, because that's, like, all i can write.

notes. my phone was like less than 8% when i wrote both halves of this,, but i pulled through

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Okay, so it was cross them, then two loops, then cross the loops and put one through the hole… wait. What hole???

You let out a frustrated huff. It was probably your fifth attempt trying to tie your sneakers. You were trying to get ready for the day, but your laces came untied, and you wanted to rip the ears off whatever bunny this method was based on.

So here you were, knelt on the ground, ending up with either a messy knot or laces that fell apart when you pulled them taut. You weren’t about to cave and ask someone for help, either — you were too stubborn for that. If anything, you’d go barefoot before that happened. It was kind of pathetic, being a demigod who has to face monsters hourly and not even knowing how to tie your shoes.

Someone suddenly knelt behind you after another failed attempt. Two familiarly strong arms wrapped around your abdomen, and a chin rested on your shoulder. A mop of dark curls slightly obscured your vision.

“Having a bit of trouble there?”

Ugh. Of course, Luke Castellan, your totally not favourite person on the entire planet, had to interrupt you while you were moping about your shoes. You tilted your head to the side, leaning on the slightly coarse pillow of brown locks beside you.

“Not at all. You’re crazy.”

“Really? Because I just watched you redo that lace at least five times. You look like you’re ‘bout to cry.”

One of Luke’s hands snakes up to tap his fingertip on the tip of your nose. It earns a frustrated huff for you, letting your hands drop back to your sides, your shoulders slumping. You’re officially giving up.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m going barefoot today.”

“Why? Do you not know how to tie your shoes or something?”

The silence following the question was very telling. Luke huffed out a surprised laugh, arms squeezing your gut slightly as he leaned forward, chest pressed against your back, to gaze down at your untied shoes.

“You seriously can’t tie your shoes?”

“Shut up.”

The son of Hermes’ hands trailed down your sides to your hips before finally making it to one of your shoes. His hands were stupid large, and your gaze lingered on the vein that ran through it before trying to focus on what he was doing.

“Watch the professionals and learn.”

Safe to say, you watched, but you learned nothing. Luke lost you when he made the two bunny-ear loops. Everything was confusing, and you couldn’t make sense of it by the end.

“There. Now try on your other shoe.”

“Try what?”

“To.. to tie your shoe.”

“. . .”

“.. You didn’t pick up on a single thing I did, didn’t you?”

Your sheepish grin confirmed his suspicions. The brunette couldn’t help but groan, rolling his eyes as if he should’ve known better than to expect you to remember — or even to watch, for that matter.

“Alright. Switch your knee.”

With a pout, you abide. Earlier, you knotted the shoelaces on this sneaker and pulled it taut, but the two loops didn’t retain. Luke stared for a long few moments, dumbfounded, before bursting into hushed laughter and grabbing your sides to steady himself. You could feel the shake of his shoulders pressed against your back.

Your face burned up with embarrassment. The only thing that held you back from going off on him was that his laugh was probably the most addictive thing you’ve had the pleasure of hearing and causing.

“Are you done laughing at me yet?”

“I’m sorry— haha! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

That lopsided grin on Luke’s face told you that he wasn’t really. You huffed, saying nothing as he began to undo the knot in your laces, which proved a struggle with his large fingers and his position. You didn’t dare help him.

Eventually, he rejoiced, untying the stubborn tangle. This time, as he tied your shoelaces the proper way, he tried to talk you through the steps. The words just seemed to go through one ear and out the other.

“Cross them over —”

“— loops, like bunny ears —”

“— one loop through this hole, and tighten.”

You were spacing out until he nudged you after you hadn’t responded the first two times he said your name.

“Did that help?”

“.. Totally.”

“…… You didn’t listen again, did you?”

“.. Nope.”

Luke shook his head with an amused smile. He stood, holding his hand out and helping you to your feet. He sighed out your name,

“What am I going to do with you..?”

You gave him a grin and went to take a step.. only to trip and fall flat on your face. Luke burst out laughing.

Motherfucker had tied your shoes together.

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౨ৎ kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor

l. castellan

content : fluff, a little teeeeeensy bit of angst but you’d have to squint, cussing, canon plot line luke

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader

She took my fingers to her mouth / The kind of thing that makes you proud / That nothing else had ever / Worked out, worked out / And lately I've tried other things / But nothing can capture the sting / Of the venom she’s gonna spit out right now

Kiss me on the mouth / And love me like a sailor / And when you get a taste / Can you tell me what’s my flavor? / I don’t believe in God / But I believe that you're my savior

I know that you’ve been worried / But the truth is in my favor / And when we're getting dirty I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you cause I hate to wait so long / I sleep so I can see you and I hate to wait so long

luke had a way of finding you, no matter where you were. it’s 1:07 a.m.—or, so says your watch that’s already wet with lake water, which, by the way, isn’t digital because chiron insisted you’d be found and mauled if you did in fact get a digital one—and luke has somehow found you out at the lake. 

you don’t realize at first, obviously, because you’re completely submerged in water. but when you finally feel the last bit of composure slipping out from your closed mouth in the crystal water, you swim as fast as you could to the top and breathed out. your head is dizzy from the panting that follows closely after, and you squeeze your eyes shut and relish in the feeling of the breathlessness you get when you have your time alone. the time you spend to swim, to clear your mind. 

“yo, is that a mermaid?” you hear from behind you. the voice is dramatic and sarcastic, and familiar and homelike. you turn around, biting back your grin as you swim to the edge of the dock. 

luke’s sitting with his feet in the water, his sweatpants rolled up around his knees so he can do this without getting them wet in a way that makes you giggle as you wade into his presence. 

“something funny?” he asks, tilting his head. 

you shake your head, looking up at him. he  stands, holding out his hand for you to take as he helps you out of the water. he holds up a finger, as if to say, ‘one second,’ walks away to where he has his bag and shoes, and comes back with a towel. you go to take it from him, but he tsks. you put your arms down and smile sheepishly as he wraps it around you carefully, pulling it snug over your shoulders and pulling away when he’s done. 

“you know it’s 1:30 a.m, right?” luke prompts. 

you look down at your watch. “1:10.”

he smiles, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tapping on the lock screen to show that it was, in fact, 1:30. luke wasn’t necessarily allowed to have a cell phone, just like every other demigod wasn’t, but even though he’s camp halfblood’s golden boy, he’s still a child of hermes. it’s in his blood to break the rules, even if only a little bit. 

you look down at your watch, frowning. “huh. stupid piece of shit.”

“it’s damaged by the water, probably,” luke points out, hands gently pulling you toward him. you stumble until you’re standing in front of him, watching his face as he grabs your hand and removes the watch from your wrist. his fingers rub in the red marks and dents the watch leaves, and he takes the watch in his hand. “i’ll take this to the hephaestus cabin for you tomorrow, okay?”

you nod, smiling as he finally looks back at you. you bathe in the feeling his eye contact gives you, and after a few seconds, your smile mirrors onto his face, too.

“shouldn’t be out here so late,” luke said as his forehead creased. he watched you in concentration, looking down at you as if he was trying to memorize everything about you. “come back with me?”

immediately you nod, eyes widening at the thought of him letting you sneak into his cabin. usually, as much as he wanted you to, he didn’t let you because he was too worried about getting caught and “wouldn’t forgive himself” if you were on clean up duty for the next two weeks. 

“come on, then, you prune,” he jokes in a silky voice, fingers moving against the wrinkled skin on your fingers that have become that way from the swimming you’ve been doing. 

he wraps his hand in yours and squeezes it, grabbing his bag and slipping on his shoes. you follow him to his cabin where the two of you sneakily get past his sleeping siblings to the counselor’s bedroom, (his), and he shuts the door softly once you make it there. 

he hangs his backpack on the door and slips off his shoes, running his hand through his tussled curls. he turns to face you, looking down at you for a moment, smiling when you shiver at the water running down your body. 

his hand trails to your shoulder, lifting it to your face where he presses the back of his pointer finger to your face. he crinkles his nose and smiles when he feels the droplets of lake water drip onto his skin. “you need a shower?”

“you saying i stink, castellan?” you questioned in sarcasm, earning a scoff that soothes out into a chuckle. 

“yup. terrible.”

you put on a faux offended look as he urges you to go to his dresser and grab what you need. 

luke has a drawer dedicated to your clothes in his room, mostly things you’ve left behind in there from your time being together. however, you only grab everything but a sweatshirt, turning to him and smirking when he realizes what you’re up to. 

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, walking to his closet. “grabbin’ you my hoodie, don’t worry.”

you grin when he places it in your hands. luke guides you by the small of your back in the direction of the bathroom and you enter, closing the door, not bothering got lock it.

looking down at the hoodie, you blush when you realize it smells like him. you put your clothes down and get in the shower. you use his tropical shampoo and conditioner that you’re always praising when you run your hands through his hair, and you use the complimentary body wash that you inhale dramatically when you’re resting your head in his neck. 

you dry yourself off with a fresh towel that smells like his laundry detergent, similar to the smell of his hoodie. after changing into the clothes, you open the door to find luke laying face first on the bed, sprawled out. grinning, you tip toe to the side and tap on his shoulder. 

he only grunts out a response. 

“move over, you boulder,” you scold as you give his shoulder a half hearted shove. 

he groans, rolling over onto his back as he moves to his side of the bed. you climb into the covers and squeal when he wraps his muscular arm around you, pulling you close to him. he turns so he can face you. “hi.”

“hi,” you echo, bringing your hand to the back of his neck where you let your fingernails scratch gently. 

he lets out a hum of approval, looking down at you. “missed you.”

“yeah?”

luke nods. “yeah. s’much.”

he leans in and plasters a kiss on the crown of your head. he pulls away, giving you the opportunity to look up at him in adoration. he reaches his hand up and traces your lips with his fingertip, smiling when you flex them to kiss it. 

“c’mere,” he groans, grabbing the back of your head and guiding it to his. he captures your lips in a soft and gentle kiss. you close your eyes and savor the feeling of him smiling against your lips when you dig your hands deep into his hair. 

when he finally pulls away, he looks down at you with so much adoration written over his features it makes your heart jump. “y’taste like the ocean.”

“i was swimming in the sound,” you defend, and he shrugs. 

“i wasn’t complaining.”

and then he tugs you back in for another kiss. 

you pull away from the kiss and look up at him through your tears. you try at a smile because luke looks like the boy he was when you were in this position countless times before, except when it was in his bed of his cabin instead of the princess andromeda state room. 

your skin is rosy and a little bit dry from bathing in the cruise ship life luke has provided you with when you agreed to help him take down the gods. since then, it’s been the two of you and no one else. 

however, he’s constantly overworking himself. he did it before even at camp, but now it’s constant training and sometimes fighting other demigods when they’d stumble upon the ship. 

today, particularly, luke had got into a fight with a brother of ethan nakamura’s when he’d come to save ethan. the fight was ugly and bloody, resulting in the brother ending up over the ship. luckily, he wasn’t dead and had swum back to the boat he’d brought out there, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear when you looked at your boyfriend’s bloody hands when he’d returned to the stateroom. 

“i—i’m sorry,” he’d said as you looked at him with fear. “he was tryin’ to kill me. he’s okay.”

you let him lead you to his bed where he sat down at the edge and pulled you in between his legs, watching you with guilt as you patched his wounds, occasionally wincing when antiseptic broke through his pain tolerance. 

“i know you worry about me, angel,” he whispered, his sweet brown eyes looking up at yours with patience, “believe me, i do. gods, you’re so perfect.”

you shook your head, blinking the tears that threatened to spill over your waterline away. “you hurt yourself so much, luke, it scares me.”

“i know,” he responded firmly, grabbing your hands and stopping them for a moment. he held them in his, looking up at you desperately. “i promise you, i wouldn’t ever think of doing anything reckless enough to take me away from you. i don’t wanna lose you either, sweetheart.”

you watched him for a few moments before he continued, “ ‘m always gonna come back to you. no matter what.” 

you smiled for a moment more before going back to cleaning his wounds. he watched as your brows furrowed, whispering, “i promise, i’m with you.”

you watched him, bringing your hand up to his cheek and dragging your thumb across it. you nodded. 

“yeah?” he asked, a boyish smile appearing on his face. 

“yeah.” you echoed. 

now, he looks down at your lips again. “y’taste like the ocean.”

you shake your head. “that’s pool water.”

“same thing?” he asks, silently asking for you to agree to disagree before your argument skills come out. 

“yeah, sure,” you agree, letting him guide you by the back of your head to kiss you softly again.

[80svhstapes]

hard to sleep - luke castellan x reader

summary : luke convinces you to sleep in his cabin and it results in you helping him recover from a nightmare.

warnings: mostly fluff but a bit of angst - reader thinks luke is having a wet dream - luke is sad and scared 💔 my baby

a/n: not proofread and it's 1:38 am and i wrote this in only one hour so we'll see what it looks like later ig - couldn’t think of a title but when it doubt gracie it out

You'd sworn you'd try. You'd sworn you'd try to sleep in the crowded Hermes cabin tonight for Luke. You'd been hanging over his hips in a straddling position that was void of any real contact, just holding your body above him as you sat on your knees.

The two of you had been swapping kisses in between locked lips and smiles and giggles that escaped and found solace in each other's mouths.

"Stay," he'd whispered against your lips when you pulled away to get a breath of air.

You kissed back, breathlessly panting into his mouth. "No, thanks."

He pulled away, and you waited for a moment for him to catch his breath before you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, though, he caught you with palms flat against your chest and pushed you back for a second. He bit back a smile as he saw the look of petulance on your face and then he ran a thumb over your lips.

You parted them, and he accepted that as an invite to slip the thumb over the curve of your bottom lip. He sighed as he watched your immediate act of obedience, and then he huffed, "Stay."

You pouted, and gods help you, Luke mirrored it by tugging his bottom lip through his teeth to mock you. You huffed, brows furrowing at his expression. The silent exchange brought a lazy smile to his lips, his big brown eyes tracing over your lips. "Stay."

You rolled your eyes as you protested in a small, lazy voice, "I don't like it in here."

"Thanks," he retorted as he adjusted his hold on your hips.

"Welcome."

"Angel, don't you love me?"

Your eyes took in his face and you rolled your eyes when you saw the look of what you thought was mock desperation. "Sometimes."

"Mhm?" he grinned at your faux look of indifference.

"Yeah."

"Is loving me sometimes enough to get you to stay in my cabin tonight?"

You shrugged. "Sleeping in your cabin isn't exactly my favorite."

He shrugged back. "Shucks."

You wanted to slap him on the face, and you'd raised your hand to do so. However, unfortunately, (fortunate, actually, if you were being honest,) Luke was already taking both of your hands to his lips and pressing soft kisses to each knuckle on both hands.

"Your cabin is packed. And loud. I never get any sleep in here."

"Get that melanie shit. Helps you sleep." He suggested.

"Melatonin," you corrected absentmindedly. Your thighs were starting to ache from the job of holding your body weight above his, so you gently settled on his hips. He made a noise of approval, hands squeezing your hips.

"Sleep in here tonight. Please." He begged. "Try for me. I need you tonight."

You rolled your eyes as if your heart wasn't fluttering from the sweet words. You opened your mouth to protest, but the asshole cut you off with a, "Baby, try for me."

A soft, gentle hum escaped from your sealed lips, approving the pet name and the tone he used it with.

A few moments passed as you started into the stupid, wide, boyish brown eyes that were glossy and begging you to stay.

"Fine," you mumbled in a tone of annoyance, and there was a grin on his lips before yours were on them instead.

When your eyes flutter open, it takes you a few moments to realize that it's still night. You blink for a few moments before your vision is clear enough to catch a comprehensible glance at Luke's bedside table alarm clock. 2:47 am.

You blink a few other times before groaning, eyes finding the ceiling as your cloudy mind identifies what woke you up.

It doesn't come to a conclusion.

You begin to shrug it off. Maybe an animal made a particularly loud sound from outside. Maybe Luke kicked you in his sleep. Maybe—what was that?

After looking to the side, you noticed Luke was still in bed with you. But it took you a while to notice that. Because he was practically hanging off the edge of the bed, as far as possible from you. This discovery leads you to acknowledge how damn cold it is without his body heat, but then your mind thinks back to what just happened.

Luke moaned.

Luke had moaned in his sleep.

You shiver. You knew Luke was dirty. Gross. It pained you to even consider what was going on his dreams right now.

You rolled over to face the opposite direction, closing your eyes and letting your mind begin to lull you back into sleep.

"Ah," you hear from Luke. You roll your eyes and turn over to stare at the back of his perverted head.

That's when you realize that his 'perverted' head is shaking. Desperately back and forth.

You blink, squinting when you release how tense his muscles are.

He's sweating, and as shamefully ogle at the sweaty muscles in his shoulders, you notice that said shoulders are shaking.

"Please stop," he whispers weakly, the words kind of slurred and only comprehensible when you take an extra five seconds to decipher them.

You take a deep breath.

Nightmare.

You squeeze your eyes shut in dread.

Sleeping with Luke is always pleasant. He's warm, he's big, he's good at cuddling. The only downside, the common downside, is dealing with his nightmares.

It's not like he was hard to deal with. It didn't give you second hand embarrassment like it would with anyone else. He didn't thrash around and get violent in his sleep. He just got sad. And that's what you found to be difficult.

You sighed, moving closer to him and whispering, "Luke, baby."

"Please stop," he begs, and you take a moment to remind yourself that he's not talking to you.

You touch his shoulder, not going far enough to shake it. You drag a thumb across the blade and lean in and press a kiss to the back of his neck. "Luke."

You hear a whine, and something similar to a sob. You resort to pressing kisses to his upper back, shoulders, neck and head. You mutter his name a few times as you do so until he sits up slowly.

He doesn't dart up straight like others do. He slowly, weakly brings himself into consciousness, as if he's trying to come to terms with something.

Luke sits with knees up, halfway spread and elbows on them. He stares at the wall, blinking away startled and most likely frustrated tears as he takes a few deep breaths before falling back down until he's laying again.

His eyes trace the room until they land on you, and you realize that it's just now that he notices that you're there.

"Oh," he breathes. He looks guilty.

"Hi," you whisper nervously as your cautious eyes trace his face, "you okay, handsome?"

A few moments pass as he returns the inspection of your face before he shrugs weakly. "I'm really tired."

You hum, looking over his body before you pull yourself to sit up, and habitually, he follows suit.

Wordlessly, you crawl over and peel off his damp, sweaty shirt. He lets you, lifting his arms just slightly from your sides. If he wasn't going through emotional turmoil right now, you probably would've made a snarky joke on his laziness and the fact that he's making you do all of the work.

Once you've worked his shirt off, you throw it into his hamper that sits beside his nightstand and then you leave the bed. A look of panic immediately settles onto his features, and he's begging incomprehensible variations of, "Don't go, gods, please don't go."

You exhale as you bring a hand to cup his face, soothingly drawing a half circle on his face. "Two seconds. Gonna grab something."

Reluctantly, he lets you go and watches as you wade into the bathroom. When you come back, you're holding a damp rag that he notices is a bit sudsy.

Sitting down next to him on the bed, you take his hand as you begin to use your free hand to drag the cloth against his skin and scrub at the beads of sweat that coat his skin.

He whines, feeling the harsh pressure against his tense muscles. Your brows knit together in empathy and you whisper, "I know. I know, baby. You're doing good."

He looks up at you, making eye contact as he watches you delicately clean him.

You offer him a sympathetic smile. You know it's more than sympathy—it's empathy. You feel the guilt in your stomach.

Luke opens his mouth, and then closes it. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips, and he hesitantly pulls his eyes away from yours and watches as his abdominal muscles jerk and twitch beneath the rag. He mewls and you shush him gently with words of encouragement.

Finally, his eyes close when you begin to wipe his face. You wipe underneath his eyes, wincing as he exhales shakily. You collect the mix of tears and sweat from his chiseled cheek bones. You use the rag on his hairline and you put your hands in his hair to massage his scalp. Subsequently, this releases the tension in his brows.

His eyes close when you toss the rag onto the bedside table and go back to him. You open your arms, and he pouts. He pouts like he needed it. He pouts like he's so incredibly moved by your act of kindness. You let out a sound of approval when he crawls into your arms and wraps his around your waist, settling onto your upper body. He breathes shakily into your neck and you lean down to press a kiss to his hairline.

You don't ask him what happened, what the dream was about. You instead smile when he tells you that he loves you and you respond with, "I love you, too, Luke.”

And he nods as if he's so incredibly relieved to hear that.

It shocks you how fast he can fall asleep in your arms after an intense nightmare.

[80svhstapes]

I just want to unashamedly make out with Luke Castellan as a Dionysus kid

In the forest

During capture the flag

And then our team (red team) wins and Luke’s like

“Oh. Okay- come back we’re not done” smooching intensifies

— scarlet (it was maroon) ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. warnings: make out pairing: luke castellan x child of dionysus (not sure if gender was mentioned) a/n: i kinda tweaked this a little I hope you don’t mind

when it came to couples at camp half blood making out in public areas you would scrunch your nose and complain how they lacked decorum— though, when it came to your own relationship you would unashamedly lip-lock like you were the only two people in the world (hypocritical, yes, you’re aware of the situation). such as a situation like now, hiding in the forest during capture the flag, one of luke’s warm hands underneath your shirt rubbing your bare skin, the other holding your jaw in place to assure your lips can’t part from his. though they don’t, especially when his are exceptionally soft and inviting, yours nearly similar tasting of wine. and you know this is a risky situation, at any moment during this time a camper, or even worse— your dad could walk past, then both you and luke would end up with extra chores for a month at least. the thrill seems to be making it harder to pull away, because you know you could be caught, but with the way butterflies flurry around your stomach and your cheeks flush a deep shade of pink— it’s utterly exhilarating

gods, your mind is racing. you’re not even sure how you ended up pinned against a tree. but now you’re here. your armor? shield? anything? breath? literally gone, in your absolute lustful daze you ignore your surroundings completely and only focus on the boy currently glued to you. over time, the heated moment grows palpable, like perhaps if you reached out it may be there for you to feel. your knees weaken greatly with every opened-mouth kiss that ultimately helps luke shove his tongue further down your throat, and with his fingers roaming your now burning skin you’re sure nothing could tear you from this moment

that was, until the sound of cheering fills your eyes, causing you to pull away in surprise. your team had won again, as you had expected. you point out, “we won!”

luke doesn’t seem to care one bit, frowning at the loss of contact. his fingers wrap around your belt loops, tugging you closer in urgency, a silent plead for you to reconnect your lips with his as his nose brushe against your jaw softly. you laugh and twirl your fingers around his dark curls teasingly

when he speaks, his voice is raspy from only what you could assume was the consistent kissing, “who cares? we’re not done here”

“and…? you don’t want to celebrate?”

“red team always wins” he looks up at you with a smirk, eliciting an eye roll from you. he ignores that and begins kissing your neck instead

“I still think it’s fun to celebrate”

his voice comes out muffled, “this is celebration enough”

“c’mere, you idiot” you slide your arms down from around his neck to cup his face and pull his lips back against yours, nearly making him moan in excitement— silly, silly boy!