#Luke Castellan x Reader

[totallynotkenzz]

Girlies…..hear me out here

Tell me they’re the same photos. Like Charlie is literally the prefect nightwing ever to exist!!! You can see it right??

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

PICK AND CHOOSE - l.c

Warnings: skin picking

Summary: the one where Luke and you finally discuss whatever is going on in the relationship

Wordcount: 2.4k

You sat down on his bed, the Hermes cabin empty because they were working on a prank against the Athena cabin with the Hephaestus boys.

You had called for this conversation with Luke, both of you putting it off because what was there really to say. This was it now and your heart was speeding up at a record time and you were worried it was going to beat so fast it would fly out of your chest.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just-” you looked down at your hands, fingers picking at the skin by your fingernails, “-I dunno, just feeling a little insecure,”

You could feel the shame wash over you at the words because there is no need whatsoever for you to feel that way.

well there is.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you continue to stare at your skin, hoping that the insecurity will go away with every tug of the hangnails at your fingers.

Maybe it was the fact that he had been paying you no attention since that night or maybe it was the way that you couldn’t stand the thought of other girls looking at him the way that they do, eyes roaming over his body. God, you should be the only one allowed to look at him like that.

You didn't know how long you had been silent for before he reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Insecure?”

You scoffed at his words. This was not how this should go. You were supposed to be okay with casual, that’s what the two of you had discussed.

Insecure. The word made you feel sick to your stomach because it was such a petty feeling, like envy and jealousy. It came out of nowhere and sometimes just surprised you but you had been feeling it all your life.

It had been a rough day anyway but the way he said the words made it even worse. It felt like he was taunting you.

You pulled your hand away and placed it back in your lap, only just noticing the skin bleeding at your fingernails.

“It’s silly, I know-“ you started to say and he cut you off.

“It’s not silly,” he reassured, “Everyone gets insecure,”

You shook your head, “This-” you gestured between the two of you, “-us,” just saying the word made your face heat with embarrassment because what us was there.

It felt wrong, like two little kids playing dress up at having feelings. Luke was the first guy you had ever thought about in this way and here you were making a fool of yourself in front of him.

“I dont mean to be-” the words couldnt come. This was one of those emotions that you could never quite phrase and no matter what word you used, it always came out wrong, “-needy?”

Luke could sense your uncertainty about it all and he just watched you intently, those eyes that you could stare in for hours now only gave you one look. Pity.

You had to fight back the words that were trying to claw out of your throat. You wanted to yell and scream and tell him how pathetic that look made you feel, like you were some rescue puppy he had found on the streets and taught new tricks. He was your first: first kiss, first makeout, first…

Images flashed in your mind of him laying in your empty cabin, shirtless, you on top of him, hands pressed against his chest. Then you were lying there next to him in his bed, head laying against his chest as he explained the book he was reading to you. Those moments felt so far away as you looked into his eyes.

“You’re not being needy,”

this time you did scoff, “You know that thing babies get when they play peek-a-boo? Object permanence? I feel like I have that with people. Like if you’re not in the room then you must hate me and this paranoia has followed me round my whole life. Gods, sometimes, dont you just think that everyone hates you and that they’re faking being friends with you?”

The words stumbled off of your tongue before you could stop them and by then you had blurted it all out, chest heaving at the end as you realised how vulnerable you had just been in front of him.

You didn’t even look up from your hands as you waited to hear his response. He was going to hate this and you knew it.

Luke was so calm all the time, holding his composure about this. He barely even mentioned whatever was going on between you when you were with the other campers. It was like you didn’t even exist.

You couldn’t quite but your finger on how long you had been sitting on that feeling but maybe it had been there since the moment you first kissed in your cabin after the bonfire, his lips tasting like the moonshine the Dionysus kids brewed and his hand pressed firmly against your back.

You finally looked up at him, eyes meeting yours. When you would stand up, there was a significant height difference but here, sitting down, you were on even playing ground.

“We can stop,”

those words made your heart sink, stomach twisting into knots at the idea. How could you go back to the way things were before when he had been looking at you like that? When you knew what he sounded like in bed, breathy words whispered into your ear?

“That’s not why I came here,” you stated, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to put into words the way you felt.

There were no words and there never would be. How could you ever express all of the love and care that you have for him without seeming obsessed after two makeout sessions. This was supposed to be casual.

You had promised him no feelings from either of you and yet here you were less than two weeks later, heart so full to the brim with him that any pain he felt, you felt tenfold.

“Then why did you?” He asked so nonchalantly and you could feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Shaking your head, you looked back at your blood stained fingernails, “I shouldn’t have,”

His eyes trailed down to your hands. You both shared the same bad habit, biting at your fingernails. His were painful, bitten to the halfway point and scared yet yours were healed, nice paint always draped on top to hide the peeling of your skin - your next victim.

Luke grabbed onto your hands to stop you from the compulsion and you felt forced to look into his eyes, “I don’t want to stop either,”

They were the words that you wanted to feel so why did they make your heart sink even lower into your chest?

“I-” the words were caught in your throat. Keep your composure. Thats what you kept repeating to yourself as you felt the tears brimming on your waterline. Crying in front of him was not on the agenda today.

Casual. Most boys dream and most girls nightmare. You should be okay with all that you could get from him, a kiss here and there but maybe that was making these feelings worse.

Maybe it was the way that he wouldn’t act like he wanted you on some nights, barely even acknowledging that you are there, his conversation focused on some other camper as you stood by the sidelines waiting like an idiot.

Maybe it was the way he talked to other girls, their eyes trailing over his shoulders and arms like he was on the market, hand on his shoulder as they laughed at one of his shitty jokes.

Maybe it was the way that you wanted him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close, to kiss you when the other head of cabins were looking, to want to make out with you when he was sober as well as drunk.

“I like you,” you blurted the words out.

He chuckled, “I like you too, is that not obvious,”

You shook your head with disdain at his comment. This was not time for silly jokes.

“No. I really like you and I dont want you to kiss other girls,”

his brow furrowed and he shook his head quickly, “Who said I want to kiss other girls?” He questioned.

You shrugged, a sheepishness coming over you at your admissions, “Beckendorf,” you stated, “He said he wanted to wingman you,”

”Did I say I wanted Beckendorf to wingman me?”

“No, but-“ you furrowed your brow and he just looked at your confusion.

“I like you a lot,” he promised but the words seemed to melt off of your skin like they meant nothing, “I do not want other girls, it’s just-“

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “You want to be single but have me on the side, just in case you get bored?”

He could hear the spitefulness in your words, the anger in your tone and he wondered how long this had been building up in your chest for, how long you had been wanting to say this to him.

“That is not what you are to me,” he reassured but the words didn’t help.

Scoffing, you pulled your hands away, “Then why don’t you want to kiss me? Why do I have to make the effort all the time?”

He tilted his head to the side and looked at you, watching as a tear slipped over your waterline. You cursed yourself as he leaned forward and wiped the tear away with the pad of his finger. He hated to see you like this, so much self loathing inside of you.

“I’m nervous,”

Now that was a ridiculous statement, “You? Nervous,” you shook your head at the woods because there was no way that they could ever be true, “You are like the coolest person I know, why would you get nervous?”

You watched as a blush crept up to his cheeks, “Because you’re the coolest person I know,”

your eyes widened at his admission and you wondered if he meant it.

“I worry that we are going to screw up our friendship by doing this, that I am no going to be a good boyfriend for you. I cannot lose you,” he admitted and you just sat there for a moment, staring at him.

“I think i just did, screw it up I mean,”

He shook his head, “You? Never,” he promised, hand coming down to rest on your knee which you only just noticed was bouncing up and down in your nervous state, “I care about you so much,”

”Then show it,”

“The other campers-” he started to say and you sighed. Great. Another excuse why you were not going to be working out.

“Ignore them, let’s be us,” you were practically begging at this point because you knew he could call this arrangement off any second and you would be left drowning in all the affection you never got to show him.

“I don’t want them to know, they will get involved and ruin this,” he was right and you hated that.

“I want you to want me,” the words tumbled from your mouth easier than you expected them to, “I want to be at the bonfires and you dance with me and talk to me and it sounds so needy,”

“It’s not needy,”

”It is!” You exclaimed.

The room went silent and you were left staring at one another, listening to the creeking of the walls in the wind and the rustling of the grass, “It is,” you repeated, a little bit quieter.

”I can’t do casual,”

He nodded, understanding the complexity of it all, “I can’t do a relationship,”

A sob was caught in your throat as you heard those words, they were the last thing that you wanted to hear and he knew that, watching as your face contort at his statement, lip trembling as you tried to stop the tears from overflowing.

“Okay,”

He tilted his head to the side, “Okay?”

You just shrugged because what was there left to do. There was no way that you were going to be able to convince him that you were worth it, that you were worthy of being his girlfriend if he didn’t want to be convinced.

“You’re an idiot,” he stated and you turned to look at him with a face that read shock horror.

“Excuse me?”

He could see all the hurt and anger bubbling up inside of you, brows pulling together and nose scrunching up just like it always did before a fight. He knew you too well.

“I would try. For you,” he stated and there it was again, the flip of emotion on your face to one of confusion, your lip pulling up in confusion, brows still furrowed but softening to complexity, “I want you in my life and more than a friend,”

You shook your head because this was all so wrong. You stood up, head spinning. This was not the way that this was supposed to go. This was going to be you breaking this thing off with him and yet here you were potentially entering into a relationship.

He followed after you before you could reach the cabin door, hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer to him, “Say yes,”

“Luke,” a hand came out, balancing against his chest.

“Say yes,” he repeated, nose nuzzling against your throat. You knew this was wrong but Gods, it felt so right.

“Luke,”

He hummed in response, looking up at you with those big brown eyes that you had come to love over the years.

”Say yes,” he hoped one more time would do the trick.

You nodded your head, leaning down to feel his breath against your lips, “Okay,” you nudged your nose against his, “Okay,”

“Be my girlfriend?” The words seemed so natural on his tongue and you couldn’t fight the warm feeling in your chest at being addressed in that way.

You kissed him then and there. There still were not enough words to explain this feeling but as you kissed against the door in the Hermes cabin, you knew you were going to regret this moment in the long run.

But right now, there was no regret.

A/N sorry for the lack of posts, I've been at uni for a while but I'm feeling the inspiration. This is good for you guys and bad for me because this is the most autobiographical fanfic I've written in a while so enjoy as my love life plummets to hell

[narkissistikos]

"15 minutes?" "15 minutes" ~ Luke castellan

Trigger warnings : nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's just pure fluff. And also a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint. Also 'crystal' is lukes nickname for you.

Inspired by 'Abhi na jao chod kar'

You'd seen the way Luke seemed off for the past few days, yet whenever you went to ask him what was wrong, he'd smile and say that everything was fine.

But today, today was a lot worse and you could tell. He kept zoning out from time to time. During conversations with you, or training some random camper, even during lunch. But you knew that if you asked, he wouldn’t tell you anything. So you decided to wait until next morning. If he decided to tell you what was bothering him, well and good. If not, you're grilling it out of him.

But luckily the ‘grilling it outta him’ part wasn’t necessary. Since while you were sitting at the campfire, talking with a few of your friends, you saw Luke walking in the direction of his cabin. He noticed you looking at him, and with a cock of his head you were walking beside him to the roof of Cabin 11.

None of you said anything for a few moments even after both of you were comfortable on the hard wooden roof. “You wanna say something” Luke said first.

“Somethings on your mind, and its bugging you a lot isn’t it?” You replied.

“No” Luke lied straight through his teeth, making you look at him unimpressed. “Okay yeah fine.”

“Out with it, come on”

“It's nothing. Really. It'll pass”

“I'm sure it will. In the meantime though…”

“I don’t wanna bothe-“

“If you say you don’t wanna bother me with this, I will personally push you off this roof. So spill”

“You're mean. Why am I dating you again?”

“Because im amazing. And don’t try to distract me”

Luke let out a sigh when he realized you weren’t gonna let this go. He looked out at the camp, well the part of it he could see from the point of view on the roof. The campers around the campfire, laughing along, while the Apollo cabin lead a song.

“Ive been having this dream…” he started. “same dream for like, maybe the past 4? 5 days? Every night, same thing. Im…standing on this…beach…” he paused, seemingly trying to remember the exact details of his dream as if it wasn’t the only thing he had been thinking about all day.

“I'm sitting on the sand. You're in the water. Along with Chris, Travis, Connor…all of my siblings….Annabeth's there too. And Percy. Basically everyone important to me at camp.” He continued, making you hum in response.

He takes a deep breath and continues “but then, theres this huge wave, and, everyones gone. So I start shouting your names, looking for all of you, and I keep hearing your voice, screaming for help. All garbled like you're underwater or something. But I never manage to find you… so I keep looking and I find that” He points to the thin bracelet you were wearing he had got you, excuse me stole for you, once you mentioned you liked bracelets. “Just that. Nothing else. No one else”

You knew that Annabeth was one of the most important person to Luke in the whole world, probably even more than you. And no matter how much he acted like he hated his pigs of siblings, he had a huge soft spot for them as well. And Percy, the little boy was like a brother to him. Luke saw himself in Percy, and to him he mattered a lot.

So you weren’t surprised that Luke was afraid of missing the family he had built for himself. “I mean, I know something like this will never happen. But the way we live? It could.” he said after a while, “What if I lose everything?”

“You’re not going to lose everything Luke.” You say, trying to make him believe it. Hey, no ones perfect. Not everyones good at comforting people.

“It certainly feels like I might. What if I just wake up one day, and everyones gone. Im back to how I was at 12 years old. No chris, no Annabeth, no percy, no you. What happens then?”

“You know what the chances are that all three of them leave at the same time? Extremely low. Like maybe 5%. And even if it does, I know that those three are annoying enough that they’ll come back to haunt you and tease you about the extremely dumb decisions you make through the day.”

“Are you trying to make me laugh so that ill stop thinking about this?”

“Im trying, yes. Luke, what WILL you do, if something happened to Annabeth, or chris, or percy?” you asked him.

“I-I don’t know. I wouldn’t like it much to be very honest.”

“No one would. But you see, if something did happen, you'd go on with your life. A little boring maybe. But you'll live. That’s how life works. People come and people go and you try your best to make it out.”

“That sounds an awful lot like something a fortune cookie would say.”

“Im trying ok? I know you're scared Luke. That one day everything you're trying to protect will be taken away from you. But you have to know, that honestly all of them are strong enough to fight their way through Tartarus. And you're always gonna have them. Whenever you need them.”

“What about you? What if I don’t always have you?”

“OH no. You're not getting rid of me that easy. Even deaths not getting you out of this relationship.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“What? Look you're always gonna have me. Ill even haunt you after I die if you want. Ok?”

“How about you don’t die. Huh? Can you do that for me?” he looked at you half with humor and half you wouldn’t wanna call fear.

“sure. I'll try.”“But what if-“

“You have me. No matter what. Im not going anywhere. You're not alone. And you never will be. Ok?” you reassured him.You're only half sure he believed you, but at least he acted like he did.

“I have you.” He mumbled.

“And you always will. Well unless you want me out of the room. Which lets be honest I wouldn’t leave, probably just to annoy you.” You joked causing him to grin for real, for the first time in days. “Oh thank the gods. I was starting to get scared you'd forgotten how to do that”

“Very funny.” He rolled his eyes good heartedly. Yet he took your hand, which was resting on the wooden roof beside you in his, and held it tightly.

“But in all honesty Princey, you're perfectly capable of fighting through everything alone. You're strong. Not that you're ever gonna need to fight alone. If its not me, its gonna be someone else sitting here.” You said after a few minutes.

“Nah.” Luke said suddenly. “Nope. Its always gonna be you. Nuh uh. Theres not gonna be anyone else sitting here.”

You chuckled, “I said if not when. If by some impossible ungodly chance. I'm not leaving. Not without annoying the heck outta you anyways.”

“You're not that annoying.” Luke said with a touch of humor in his voice.

“Oh really?” you got up in his face, “Really? Really? Dam im gonna have to try harder then” you flick his nose with your free hand.

“Ow.” He rubbed his rubbed his nose without any real pain his voice, “I take back what I said. You're really annoying.”

“No no no no” you waved your finger in front of him, “You said it already, no take backs. Congratutatulations Mr. Castellan, You're stuck with me for life now, since you're the only one who thinks im not annoying. So I have made it my life mission to annoy you to death.”

Luke burst out laughing when you said ‘congratutatulations’. “Congratutatulations? What?” he said in between laughs.

You chuckled along with him, proud of yourself for making him laugh, “Yea. Remember that cake I brought you, when you were made head counsellor?”

Luke thought back for a moment, “That had congratulations written on it?” He started but was confused when you shook your head, “What?”

“It had congratutatulations written on it. You're dyslexic, you couldn’t tell.”

“That’s why you were laughing your butt off?!”

“Yes. Gods I felt so bad for the poor baker that day. He looked so tired, maybe he was dyslexic too. Either way, he was running on 5 cups of coffee so I couldn’t blame the poor guy.”

“How nice of you to do that.”

“Yes yes. Im very nice.”

“Sure honey whatever you say.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed when he started snickering. You looked down at the campfire, seeing how campers were starting to go back to their cabins, “We should get going, no?”

“No.” Luke held on to your hand a little tighter, making you look at him, “You siblings can handle themselves for one night.”

“No I know that. Im more worried about your cabin.” You countered.

“I told Chris to tuck everyone in.”

“Yes, I'm sure the Stolls are gonna listen to him.” You looked at him, unimpressed.

“They wont, but I couldn’t care less. Im staying. Don’t go?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

You huff out a breath, “fine.” Causing Luke to smile, “Its 9. Stay till 10. Then I'll let you go back to the cabin. I promise.” He said and you scooted closer to him, leading him to wrap an arm around you shoulder, bringing you in front of him.

So now, here you were, sitting between Luke’s legs, your back against his chest, while he explained why he was better than fish in all aspects.

“No. im serious. I even have a better breathing rate than fish.”

“How do you know you have better breathing rate than fish?” you asked him.

“Isn’t that what you said once? Or was it Annabeth? That there’s less oxygen in water so fish have to breath a lot more times than we do?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t remember who told you that.”

“Yes. But its true.”

“Alright fine. You're better than fish in one aspect. What about everything else?”

“I look better than fish. I mean, okay they're all colourful and stuff. But seriously. I look better, right?” he looked down and saw you dozing off, “Crystal?”

“Im awake.” You woke up and looked at him.

“Yea, you are. Stay awake. I cant sleep.” He argued.

“You're the worst. What time is it?” You turned Luke’s wrist so you could look at the time on his watch, “Its 10.” You said after you saw the time.

“Till 11?” He asked sheepishly.

“Lu-” you started, but he interrupted you, “You just came here. A little bit longer.” He said in the voice, you couldn’t say no too, so you relented, getting comfortable in your spot again.

You leaned back a little bit more, wrapping Lukes arms around you a little bit tighter when the cool breeze started getting to you.

“You smell nice. New perfume?” Luke asked suddenly. But when you shook your head, he thought back and realized it was one of your old perfume, “Nah nevermind, you’ve used this before.” And you chuckled when he remembered.

“What?” You asked when you noticed him looking at you, the same way he knew would make you weak in the knees. How did he know all your weaknesses?

“What?” he asked in return, “I can look at you. Its not a crime to look at something that’s beautiful.”

“Oh ok. Now I know you're getting tired.” You giggled sleepily.

“Huh?” Luke thought for a few moments in silence. “Hey crystal?” he asked, making you hum in answer. “What makes humans…..humans?”

“Very philosophical. But um….love I guess. Everything is always about love. And when its not. Its about the absence of love.”

“So you…you make me human.” He realized.

“I don’t make you a human. You were a human long before you met me”

“Yes, but when I'm with you, I'm not just surviving. I'm living.”

“Luke?”

“Yes darling?”

“Did you read my book annotations again?”

“NO. I remember things you know?”

“OK cool.”

At this point, you were so tired that even the slightest things were making you giggle.

“She'd laughed. And if he could have bottled the sound up and gotten drunk on it, he would have” he whispered in your ear.

“Are you quoting Kaz Brekker to me?” you asked turning to your side to face him.

“I told you. I remember things. Tell me about your day.”

“I already told you.”

“No. you told me, that you woke up late. Missed breakfast. Got to lunch first. Gobbled everything up. Had archery. 10 bulls eyes outta 12 shots. Then you got to dinner after cleaning the archery range up. Gobbled everything up. Then you went to the bon fire.”

“Yea that’s everything.”

“You really cant expect me to believe that nothing interesting happened all day.”

“Nothing happened. It was a boring day.”

“Nothing happened with you friends? What about the one…um… Rihhana? Something was going on in her life right?”

“Oh yea. Completely forgot about that. You know how she likes Aaron from cabin 6?”

“Mhm”

“Yea so. This girls really a genius. She's been ignoring him for the past few weeks, like shes been trying to get over him. But you know? His ego is crrrrrushed” you rolled the r and laughed. “I love it. I mean he doesn’t deserve her you know?”

“You think no guy deserves your friends.”

“Of course I do. They are literal works of art. They deserve better.”

“Of course.”

“I saw the look on Aarons face when she didn’t even look at him. Boy was devastated. It was hilarious.”

Luke saw your face light up with energy whenever you spilled all the juicy details about whatever was going on at camp.

Sleep long forgotten as you started telling him the whole story about Rihhana and Aaron.Which took around an hour, which meant enough time for you to recharge and forget the fact that you were falling asleep some time ago.

When you finished your daily updates and Luke was done listening attentively and laughing whenever you took to looking back out at the lake.

“Hey crystal?” He tried grabbing your attention, which lead to you humming in response. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

“I'm not going anywhere. But if the harpies eat me alive im gonna make them eat you too. Okay?”

“Okay”

“Oh fault in our stars.”

“No no no no. absolutely not. Were not doing that. Nope nope nope.”

The way he was suddenly panicky over a little books name made you laugh.

“I swear to the gods, I hope no one ever asks me what my favourite sound is.” Luke said after you were done laughing.

You look at him confused, “why? I don’t think describing the waves in the sea is that hard.”

“NO no. see that’s my second favourite sound. If someone asks me what my favourite sound is, how am I supposed to explain your laugh? Huh? A horse that swallowed a bug? A car engine that won't start? The sound someone makes when they eat something spicy?” He rambled on.

“Ok while I'm extremely flattered that my laugh is your favourite sound in the world. Im going to kill you for calling my laugh all of those things.” You turned and glared at him. And the audacity of this man to laugh. Ugh! As if. So you slapped him on the back of his head. Simple.

“Luke whats the time?” You asked him when h ewas finally done laughing, to which he replied that the time was 11 30. “Im sorry the time is what?”

“11:30?” he answered, “you know, every twelve hours when its eleven, theres also a time, mostly after 30 minutes, and that time is called 11:30.” He got slapped on the back of his head again.

“Luke we gotta get back, someone is definitely gonna snitch on us.” You tilted your head up to look at him.

“You say it like we don’t have dirt on everyone who might snitch on us.”

“You make it sound like we’re manipulative people.”

“OK yea, maybe not that. But everyone is probably asleep by now. Stay. Please. I like spending time with you.”

“You always do this.”

“What?”

“That. You say ‘please’ like that. And then I don’t feel like going back.”

“I don’t necessarily see the problem here. I like having you with me.”

“Yes but have you maybe realized that I need my beauty sleep.”

“You cant go.”

“Why not?”

“Because you love me way too much and you would break my heart if you leave” he said dramatically.

“ha ha. Very funny”

“No im serious. I just…its not enough. Let me have you till my hearts content.”

“It's never content.”

He kissed your cheek trying to make you stay. Whenever you opened your mouth to give a good reason why you should leave, he would kiss your cheek making every reason die out. Which lead to him kissing your cheek about 15 times before you relented and got comfortable again.

“15 minutes?”

"15 minutes.”

I don’t think its necessary to say that you guys stayed there way past 15 minutes. You guys stayed on the roof until the sky was getting lighter, at which point Luke suggested you guys go back to your cabin so he wouldn’t have to face the teasing looks he got from his siblings.

[cherr-y-eji]

thinking of how reader would tell their mortal friends about Luke's sudden disappearance from their life

they would say that he killed himself

in the time leading up to his “death”, he turned into a whole new person

he was so mean to everyone he loves, including them

they couldn't look at him the same

he became the kind of guy he always said he hated

they would feel immense guilt, because at one point he begged them for forgiveness, to run away with him and fix what he's done

but they had refused, telling him that it was too late

then they learned of his absence, when he had lost himself to kronos

and refer to him in past tense from then on, even if his body is alive

knowing that he did it to himself, but still believing that they could have saved him

wondering if it really was too late when he had asked to mend his doings

Luke is alive, but reader tells their friends that he died by his own hand

[bell4donn4]

BLACK IS THE COLOR OF ELEGANCE - Charlie bushnell Smau

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

TAGS: reader and Charlie like each others, lowkey soft launching+ lowkey a situationship bc yes.

Authors note: yes I’m back don’t kill me

part seven | part nine

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[angrygirlromero]

BASTARD LOVE, CHAPTER ONE

WARNING: grammar mistakes, violence, suggestive content! MDNI

It had almost been a year since Ares had visited Demitra, since then the daughter of Hera had spend her days helping and guiding young campers through their tasks and training hard in her sparring lessons with Clarisse. The Hera cabin was one of the biggest cabins at camp being detailed with fancy and skilled statues on the outside and beautiful and elegant details on the inside, Demitra sat on the large white couch that was displayed at the very center of the cabin, her smooth and soft fingers tangled in Luke's curly mess of hair as she twisted and curled locks of his dark hair between the tips of her fingers, her gaze every so focused on the boy that laid his head on her lap.

Her other free hand traced the scar on the side of the Hermes boy's face as she studied his handsome features, his eyes were held closed and the expression displayed of his face made him look at peace as he laid there. "Your fingers are so soft" mumbled Luke in his sleepy haze, his eyes still shut as a small chuckle erupted from Demitra's chest.

"You know, you should be in bed by now Councilor, you'd get in big trouble if they ever found you here at such a scandalous hour" teased the daughter of Hera, at her words the son of Hermes smirked his eyes opening slowly attempting to adjust to the dim light of the cabin, his dark orbs meeting her dark green ones, Luke Castellan had never though about having a favorite color before but from the moment he met Demitra all those years ago and she looked at him with such beautiful eyes, that very day he had deemed green to be his favorite color for the rest of his miserable demigod life.

His eyes scanned from her eyes to her perfect eyes brows, her perfect nose, to her perfect lips, his eyes danced upon her skin in amazement, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" state Luke causing Demitra to blush a deep shade of red, Luke smiled softly raising his hand up to her flushed cheek, "you're even more beautiful when you smile, and blush" said Luke with an enamored look displayed on his handsome face, Aphrodite was most certainly at play at that moment and her brother's words echoed in her head as Luke held her face in his large hands, "And keep that Hermes boy close, he's quite infatuated with you, sister."

Demitra smiled shyly down at Luke as she rubbed the pads of her fingers over the rough stubble that had began growing out on the Hermes boy's chin, "This is new" stated Demitra tilting her head at the rough sensation on her fingers, Luke chuckling at her words "You like it?" asked the curious boy "I love everything about you Castellan" stated Demitra, passing on the opportunity to flush on to Luke.

Demitra let out a playful gasp at the sigh, "the almighty Luke Castellan is blushing?!" exclaimed the daughter of Hera, with a childish giggle. Luke stared at her with pure love in his dark eyes, "Only for you pretty girl" he said to which Demitra shook her head, "Always such a sweet talker" "I mean the things that I say" "I hope so."

As if on time Chris bursted into the cabin in a breathlessly state, the son of Hermes rested a hand on his leg and the other on the statue that stood tall and beautifully at the entrance of the cabin as he breathed out harshly, lifting his head slightly to the couple that now both stared at him Luke slowly sitting up from his comfortable position, confusion clearly evident on his face as he stared at his brother, "Chris? what's the matter?" questioned Luke.

And to the couple's amusement Chris raised his hand in the air that was once rested on his leg indicating that he needed a few more second to catch his breath, "Chi- Chiron, sent me- there's a new camper, he uhh" Chris paused between his breaths, "breath Chris" instructed Demitra lifting herself from the couch, she was calm as she approached the Hermes boy with Luke trailing closely behind her. As if on command a large gush of wind filled the air flowing through Chris lungs causing him to take a deep breath before calming down, now being able to stand up straight and tall to his fullest hight.

Chris smiled gratefully at Demitra, "Thanks Demi" he said to which the daughter of Hera responded with a bright smile, "As you were saying Chris" said Luke as he gave his brother a bored look as he flirted with his girl, "Oh yeah sorry for interrupting you guys, I wouldn't if I didn't have to, you see Chiron just randomly showed up at the Cabins searching for Councilors and they couldn't find you, so to save your asses I had to run all the way out here to get you, oh and Chiron wants you to take a look at the new kid, Demi" rambled Chris.

"So we should get going I'd say the kid was kind of attacked by a  Minotaur" explained Chris, "What?! why didn't you say that earlier are the Apollo kids there with him is he alive?" exclaimed Demitra as she rushed over to nightstand where the Morning Glory sat beautifully, "He's injured I've heard but he's fine he took out the Minotaur" said Chris as Demitra picked up the flower it glowed a deep blue before turning to gold in her palms, the daughter of Hera quickly placed the flower in her hair placing it on the right side near her ear, rushing back to the two boys that stood at the door staring at her in awe, "What are you waiting for?! a kid is in danger" she exclaimed once more before rushing out of the cabin grabbing her slippers at the doorway she rushed down the dirt path with the sons of Hermes rushing after her.

"Oh come on I just got here" complained Chris as jogged behind Demitra. Soon enough they had arrived to the big house where a group of Councilors stood out front having a deep discussion with Chiron as Mr D stood there with a bored expression, "Chiron what happened?" asked Demitra making her presence known, at the sound of her voice the group of demigods parted like the red sea allowing her to make her way to confront Chiron, "Demitra you're finally here, The boy fought a Minotaur, he was injured, but he has been taken care of, he's inside. Grover tells us that he only challenged the creature because it killed his mother, he'll need support not only from you but from all of you" stated Chiron, "We don't need to be babying this new kid" said Mr. D.

"He should be treated like every other kid here, not given special treatment because of his sob story" said Mr. D, " Dionysus there is no need-" Chiron was interrupted by Demitra "As the only god here and as a authority you should know better than to be speaking like that  Dionysus" said Demitra with a stern look upon her face, "Every camper here has their own story to tell of how they ended up here. And the cause of that sob story is always because of people like you, so do us all a favor and return to your chambers, Dionysus" said Demitra holding her head high to which Mr. D did nothing but tilt his head with a smirk on his face as he watched Luke and Chris stand to her right with serious expressions, and to her left Clarisse stood protectively as if challenging him.

"I guess I hit a soft spot didn't I?" he smirked before walking off "You're no fun little sis" said Dionysus before he turned in a teasing manner making his way back to bed, "I apologize for his childishness everyone, you all have you're own story to tell so for now we all have be as welcoming as possible to this new kid, just don't make it obvious, we don't want to make him feel even worse" instructed Demitra to which all the Councilors nodded agreeing with her statement, "You have nothing to appologize for Demi, Mr. D has always been an ass" stated Clarisse attempting to comfort her friend, "Language La Rue" scolded Chiron to which Clarisse lifted her hands in defeat.

"Now that everything has been established he will be incorporating into the Hermes Cabin by tomorrow until he is claimed" said Chiron "you're all dismissed, thank you for your assistance" he said before turning to return to the house the group of sleepy demigods were quick to return to their cabins, Clarisse mumbling a small goodnight to Demitra before leaving only Chris, Luke and Demitra remaining, Demitra's eyes scanned the group of demigods before she turned to the two boys that had already been looking at her.

Her gaze fell onto the door of the infirmary, "You guys head on back to bed I'm gonna check up on him before I head back, just to see what he'll need" said the daughter of Hera, to which Chris smiled softly "Always such a mother" he said before walking past the couple taking a second to rumple Demitra's hair in a playful manner, to which Luke only glared at his back.

"Go on I'll be fine" she said giving Luke a sleepy grin, causing him to only shake his head at her before he wrapped his arms around her resting his chin on the top of her head, "Goodnight pretty girl take care, I'll see you in the morning" he said as he planted a loving kiss to her forehead, "Goodnight Castellan, and take care those campers of yours, no more sneaking off" she instructed, "Your wish is my command" he said bowing playfully before he walked off to his cabin.

Demitra inhaled deeply before she turned around finally removing her eyes from Luke's figure, she opened the door of the infirmary and in the middle of the row of beds was a sleeping boy, he looked to be no older than 12 years old, his face was twisted to one of worry even in his sleep, he was so young and vulnerable and whoever his godly parent was had left him to fend for himself, the boy with dark blond hair and freckles on his adorable face, Demitra's heart hurt for the boy.

She could clearly recall the night she had been brought to camp by her Satyr protector she was scared, terrified, she had no idea what lied behind the barrier of camp but she could recall the fear that corrupted her that night as hundreds of monsters tried to kill her. She was around 13 when her Satyr had picked her up from the orphanage and from then on hell broke loose, she could recall the thunder storm that boomed that night as she stabbed and killed monsters for what felt like hours, the most painful part was knowing he was watching, he stood by and watched her almost die, yet he had done nothing.

Demitra shook away the tears forming in her eyes as she brushed some of the stray curls that fell into the boys face. She had heard that he had put up a good fight, maybe he was a Ares kid, she wasn't sure he didn't look much like him physically, but just by looking at him she could tell that his mother was a beauty. As if on timing Demitra heard the wood behind her screech out, "You're loosing your touch Beth, you use to be much sneakier, I'm disappointed" spoke Demitra as she stared down at the boy not bothering to make eye contact with the Athena girl who removed her cap revealing herself.

"I didn't get a good look at him, and my touch never left I wanted you to know I was here" said Annabeth as she tilted her head down to stare at the boy, and as if feeling the weight of their gaze the boy rustled in his sleep, "You drool in your sleep" stated Annabeth to the half awake boy, "You could be nicer to him you know, he seems close to your age he might open up to you more" suggested Demitra, "Besides if I were your age and a cute guy made such and entrance at camp I would've been his friend in the matter of minutes" said Demitra with a playful tone.

Annabeth shook her head at her words, "Don't let Luke hear you, besides I'm not like you. I don't make friend so easily, and with the entrance he just had at camp he'll have a lot on his plate" said Annabeth keeping her gaze on the boy, "you never know what the gods have in store for us" said Demitra before turning on her heels to leave, "I'm gonna be here early tomorrow morning to bring him some stuff that he might need, Luke's gonna help me with the tour, you're welcome to join us" said Demitra, to which Annabeth only sighed not removing her gaze from the boy, "I'd rather not" "let me know if you change your mind little one" she said before leaving.

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a/n: so I'm starting a tag list for this series, feel free to comment and let me know if you'd like to added, if you have any mean comments please I ask you not to read and refrain yourself from commenting, if you have any questions or suggestions for this series feel free to message me I am always opened to new ideas or suggestions, this story is following mostly the tv series so if things don't match the book that might be why, and lastly I would like to apologize for any grammar errors in my writing, I hope you enjoy thank you for the support.

Tag list: @puppygirlstar

[asa-writes-illegibly]

Horny ambiguous!male!character x reader blurb!

Your boyfriend, who might secretly be harboring a boob fetish and a cum play fetish.

Like... he wants to sit on or kneel over your ribs, hold on to your tits while you give him a boob job. His large hands palming at your flesh, nearly panting at the sight of your pretty mounds squishing his dick so nicely, so prettily.

He's not gonna last, God, and he'll say sorry for that later. He promises to keep his dick hard for longer next time, all for his kind and pretty princess with the softest lips and the softest skin. He won't let your toy soften—especially not when you still wanna play with it. It's his fault that he didn’t realize how good it'll feel. Next time, he'll do better, you'll see, he'll keep it warm and eager for your use.

And when his hips stall, his eyes scrunched shut and lips parted in a quiet moan, he can't help but go thank you baby, Gods, you're so pretty, I love you so much, saying sorry and praises while he's smearing his cum all over your lips, cheeks and tits using his angry-looking tip 😳🫣

teehee, I should rlly finish my blog setup so I can write more huhuhu 😭

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[florasheart]

I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT

[thatvintagefanboy]

[aesthetic-bbyg]

Reading so many tumblr fics has completely ruined me from ever reading a Wattpad story that ain’t in 2nd person POV😭😭

[winnysplayground]

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.