lukesandromeda

[lukesandromeda]

Have you shifted to your dr yet and if so what is it like

i’ve minishifted many many times, and it’s so cool omg

most of them r pleasant , but i’ve had one bad experience that had to do with a memory i got when i got there. very sad and it had me struggling with motivation for a while

other than that, it’s mostly just waking up to my s/o or absolutely nothing.

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pls drop the luke smau 🙏

i’ve rlly been hoping everyone forgot ab this ☹️☹️☹️ i deleted everything that i used to make the smau off my phone because of my parents and it would be really hard to remake.

i decided to discontinue 😔

[lukesandromeda]

rlllllly wanna write for luke rn, send me requests here 🎀💌🩰💒

[lukesandromeda]

so this is christmas (war is over) — l. castellan

summary: merry christmas! you and luke decorate for the upcoming holiday.

warnings: allusions that they gon fuuuuuck. also this sucks BUT this has been the scenario that i’ve been putting myself to bed with recently and i needed to see what it looked like on paper

you sit back on the couch, watching with interest as luke rolls his sleeves up and turns to you. “what?”

“nothin’,” you reply, grinning cheekily.

he continues to look at you skeptically before turning and opening the lid of one of the red storage bins. “come help me.”

you huff, slipping off the couch and walking over to him, kneeling next to him in front of the bin.

it’s been half a year since the two of you left camp halfblood and decided to rebel against the gods. you’ve been living on luke’s ship, the princess andromeda, and you’ve found that spending time with luke alone was so much better than you’d expected it to be.

this year is your first christmas alone together.

there’s a level on the andromeda that luke had had some sort of nymph manipulate into resembling a log cabin, and the two of you frequently visited it when you wanted alone time together, away from the army and guards that littered every corner of the ship.

you’d begged luke for days to decorate it with you, which is why you’re now doing this so late into december.

you follow luke’s orders and slide hooks onto every ornament without one. you prick your finger and huff a few times while luke laughs and continues working with his stealthy hands.

when the ornaments are ready to be hung, luke stands and hooks on the first few while you turn your head and take a sip from your hot chocolate. you rest your head on the wall and watch as he works.

“you are so spoiled, i swear,” he mumbles without sparing you a glance.

you grin cheekily and sip from your drink again. “love you.”

he shakes his head fondly.

“hey,” you say, setting your mug down. you shift until you’re sitting criss crossed and looking up at him. “what d’you think camp is doing right now?”

from the side, you see his jaw clench before he sighs and continues the decorating. “dunno. probably something stupid. three dollar gingerbread crafts done in pairs.”

“i don’t think they’ve ever done that,” you protest. “they’ve got powers. i dunno, i don’t think they’d settle for something like that.”

“well, that’s what they’ve done for the past few years, genius.”

you hum, adjusting the waistband on the pajama pants you’re wearing (which are matching with luke’s) and then turn your head to look at him again. “do you miss it?”

he scoffs, looks back at you with a bewildered look, and then forces out an awkward laugh. “miss it?”

“yeah.”

“no,” he splutters, looking alarmed, “you sound insane right now.”

“luke, c’mon. you can tell me.”

“why would i miss it?” he’s avoiding eye contact with you. “camp was… it was like a cage that the gods took their pick of the litter from. used them to do their dirty work.”

“i know. you gave me this speech when we left. i’m asking if you miss the people.”

he stares blankly, inspecting your features. “i don’t know.”

“luke,” you huff. he always gets like this. he has to be right 100% of the time, and if he’s not, he refuses to admit to it. “c’mon. you don’t miss chris?”

“he’s—” he blinks, as if thinking about his brother. “yeah, i miss chris, but—”

“what about annabeth, don’t you miss her?”

he says your name stiffly and you’re quick to shut up. “i don’t miss camp.”

you take that as your answer, though you’re not exactly happy with it, and go back to sitting on the couch drinking your hot chocolate while luke goes back to decorating the tree.

after a while, you get up and help until the ornaments left to hook on are too high up for you. luke decorates that half and turns to you with the star.

you raise an eyebrow, and then squeal as he lifts you up onto his shoulders. “luke!”

he giggles, then creeps up to the tree until you’re close enough to hook the star on. he gently lowers you to your feet and kisses your forehead mindlessly, arms unraveling themselves before he’s cleaning up the mess of the ornaments.

you, for the hundredth time, flop back onto the couch. when luke is finished tidying up the mess, he closes the storage bin and sits next to you.

turning your head to look at the tree, you admire the finished product. “s’pretty.”

“yeah,” luke says with a dreamy sound in his voice. “beautiful.”

you turn your head to look at him and roll your eyes when you realize he was staring at you, who he was aiming his words at. “don’t be cheeky.”

“i’m not, angel. just tellin’ you the truth.”

you whine when he smothers you with kisses, trying to push at his chest as you giggle.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

“stop it!”

“so, so blessed,” he slurs in between kisses. “mmm, merry christmas.”

“leave me alone. you’re so gross.” you giggle.

he pulls away, tucking your head into his neck, your ear against his shoulder.

after a few moments, he asks, “what d’you want for christmas?”

you hum thoughtfully, not turning your head to look up at him. “normally i ask for the same thing every year.”

“mhm? what’s that?”

“to get out of camp,” you answer, playing with his fingers. “but, you know…”

“yeah,” he whispers. “i know.”

you grin before taking his face in your hands, kissing him softly and sitting up. he follows, and you push at his shoulders so this time he’s laying down with you on top of him.

you’re quick to make use of the alone time.

[lukesandromeda]

he’s so so so so so so soooooo pretty i love my baby

He’s so bbg stoppp 🥺🥺

📸credits to @updatesbushnell on Instagram for the glorious picture

[lukesandromeda]

jack and charlie r so similar it’s painful

I need to hyperfixate on another random 20 year old guy with curly brown hair before my life derails.

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like a prayer...

luke's gf posts a tik tok trend

yourtiktok so what should i do chat?

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percyjackson GURL you did not

clarisselarue is this fucking play about us???

thaliagrace WHY ARE TOU STILL TOGETHER

randomuser what kind of fucked up summer camp 🤨

user101 so what im hearing is he’s morally grey 🤩

↪️ user103 boyfriend reveal 🙏🏻

lukecastellan babe 😐

↪️ user103 oh nvm he commented 🥰

rando26 like this comment to get her to go with him 🥰 33.5k ❤️

silenabeau the great-grandfather part is sending me 💀

connorstoll girl take this down now

↪️ travisstoll no let her embarrass herself tf

[lukesandromeda]

when he’s evil and has curly hair…

[lukesandromeda]

love me a bilingual king

who was going to tell me my man is hispanic!???!!? MI GENTE LATINO✊

[lukesandromeda]

how the boys would kiss you the most often <3

my sweet, darling anon I’m kissing your lips 4 this

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percy jackson lives for regular french kisses. and it’s fairly simple, he knows, but he loves nothing more. I’m talking, sneaking them every second, like someone leaves the room- kiss- you’re trying to do something- kiss- bored- kiss- LITERALLY all the time someone stop the boy!!! though, in his defense he likes the intimacy of it, knowing that he’s the only one that gets to do this, or just simply tasting you… he’s so obsessed oh my gods…

connor stoll is a neck-kisser I feel it in my veins (he’s literally my soulmate trust me on this). and he’s guilty of leaving a plethora of marks too this boy literally needs to be stopped!!! n he lovessss wrapping his fingers around the belt loops of your jeans to pull you closer, or even holding the back of your hand and tangling his fingers in your hair to prevent you from moving away (mannnn….) he’s literally so silly!!!!

jason grace is the biggesttttt hand-kissing enthusiast ever!!!! he love love loves, firstly, just holding your hands in his, running his thumb over your knuckles delicately, and nearly even moment you feel pecks to literally any piece relating to your hand— fingertips, knuckles, palm, wrist, the dorsal side, he lovesss acting all gentleman-y it’s SO cute!!!

leo valdez is the worlds most notorious cheek-kisser for sure!! they’re simple, quick, but they’re enough for him to silently display his affections for you so they suffice. sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you’ll a kiss for each cheek!!!! (though that’s most of the time).

luke castellan adores forehead kisses. they’re simple, basic even, yes, but they hold more than just a simple gesture, or at the very least to him they do. and, on the other side of things, if you’re not huge on pda it’s a small enough kiss for you to handle around people. also, it works for all situations, in a hurry, falling asleep, parting ways, a simple act of affection, excited… it’s just lovely to know something so tiny can hold so much meaning.

[lukesandromeda]

the tags :((( i love him

just remembered what luke castellan looks like

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just remembered what luke castellan looks like

[lukesandromeda]

just remembered what luke castellan looks like

[lukesandromeda]

just remembered what luke castellan looks like

[lukesandromeda]

rereading this rn and sighhhh it’s so cute

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.

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I’M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM!

[lukesandromeda]

the head I would give this man should seriously be physiologically studied