#charlie bushnell

[poeticallyspiteful]

Hi hi can you do a Luke x reader fic where Luke falls in love with a human reader like one day he had to go out from camp and sees her and it’s like love at first sight and so some days he visits her but then disappears for like what seems like months and reader gets tired of it cause she feels like she barely knows anything about him and confronts him abt it but he doesn’t know what to say cause he can’t tell her he’s a Demi god?? Can you make it super angsty and you can decide how it ends sorry if this was confusing🙈🙈

soulmates, right?

luke castellan x reader

angst

summary: you and luke are supposed to be soulmates, but for demigods, good things can never last— or live.

cw: sad ending, kinda graphic descriptors, vomit, mentions of unintentional self harm?? (scratching and bruising in one’s sleep), so much angst dude

notes: so i went MIA and left this in my drafts cause i thought it was bad but i guess it’s not actually that bad. enjoy 💗

“i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

luke’s heart stopped— stopped beating, stopped pumping blood, stopped keeping the rest of his organs functioning as he felt himself shut down.

“w-what?” he stammered, clambering towards his girlfriend, his love, his everything, on a hardly working pair shaking legs.

she sat— beautifully, might he add— on the edge of the cliff where he’d first met her and she looked just as perfect as she did back then.

wild flowers gathered around her, so carefully and which such individual purpose that if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was a daughter of demeter herself.

as much as he hated being a half blood, he found himself wishing she somehow, secretly was.

that would make everything so much easier.

“you’re hiding things from me.” she didn’t even seem fazed yet every word you said, every second she spent looking out at the forest instead of at him, was like a knife to the gut. “you haven’t been honest with me, luke, and i don’t like liars.”

luke felt his jaw creak from the way it hung on its hinges, and he found his knees finally giving in as he sunk to the ground just behind her.

“no, no, no, i’m sorry,” he whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her hand. “please, darling, you have to believe me. i’ve never wanted to keep anything from you, i don’t have a choice.”

because how could he ever explain it?

she’d think he was insane.

son of hermes.

greek gods and monsters and dead girls turned into trees.

she’d think he was absolutely out of his mind.

she laughed softly, shaking her head. “i really, really wish i believed you.”

she pulled yourself up off the ground on slow and steady feel and before he could think about it, luke was wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back towards him like a life raft in a stormy sea. he sat on his knees, cheek pressed against the soft flesh of her stomach, his tears slowly bleeding into her shirt.

“i’m sorry, i’m so, so sorry,” he whispered, clinging to her for dear life because for all he knew, this was the last time he’d ever see her. the last time he’d get to touch her or hold her or hear her voice.

but that wasn’t right. no, she was his soulmate, and weren’t soulmates supposed to stay together forever?

“luke, please let me go.”

he felt his gut wrench, like something was trying to crawl out of him, and he choked on a sob.

“please, i’m so sorry,” he begged, holding onto her tighter as he felt her shift. he knew he should let her go— that it was her choice and that he deserved this— but he couldn’t help but hold on just a moment longer.

he wanted to memorize the way she felt too soft and pure for the world, the way she smelled, like honey and fruit. he wanted to memorize every part of she before he lost it all.

“luke—”

“i love you,” he blurted out, finally looking up and trying desperately to find her gaze. “i know i am so wrong to keep things from you and i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, but i love you more than i’ve ever loved anything and i can’t just let you go.”

when she fell silent, it almost gave luke hope— that was until he felt her hands firm on his shoulders, pushing him firmly, yet carefully, off of her.

“i’m sorry, luke, but i can’t see you anymore.”

luke didn’t leave his cabin for three weeks after that lovely afternoon, when she ripped his heart right out of his chest and threw it off that cliff.

he sat on the cliffside until the sunset, and he cried and cried and cried until the sky started crying back at him, pelting rain drops mixing with the tears. it was almost cinematic— something he might have appreciated if he wasn’t so broken.

he felt a pain in his chest that he’d never experienced before, and while he had to assume is was from the gaping hole she’d left behind after her sudden departure, it was unlike anything he’d ever imagined before.

finally, with swollen eyes and a soar throat, he stumbled back to camp half blood and into the hermes cabin. he fell into his bed and laid there, motionless, until the morning came.

over the next three weeks, he only got up to use the bathroom, choke down some food, or to give chris a short explanation of his behavior.

“there’s a mortal girl,” he muttered, struggling to swallow a bite of porridge. “i love her— she left me— and i’m here.”

chris sympathized with his brother, but he learned very quickly that luke did not want to talk about her.

so he didn’t.

until a month later.

“luke, buddy— i have to tell you something,” christ said lowly, looking oddly grey for such a nice day.

luke hummed, absentmindedly folding laundry, seeming completely devoid of life.

“they— uh— they found a mortal girl in the woods this morning,” chris whispered, approaching him slowly from behind like a rabid animal he was scared to startle for fear of being attacked. “they said she must have been sneaking around the camp’s border and some sort of monster got her.”

lukes hands stopped, the orange camp shirt sitting limply in his hands.

“no,” he replied, sternly, refusing to glance up at his brother. he just stared at the shirt, burning holes in the fabric with his eyes, like maybe if he burnt the shirt it would burn the half blood out of him too. “that’s—that’s impossible, why would a mortal girl be snooping around that close to camp?”

he knew why. of course he knew why, he just didn’t want to say it.

“she… she had something in her hand,” chris choked out, reaching out with a shaking fist, and dropping something in lukes lap.

if luke thought he’d given up before, that was nothing compared to what he felt when his camp necklace, which he’d given to you 9 months prior, fell back into his possession with a rattle.

he couldn’t even check to see if those spots were dirt or dried blood before he felt his vision growing fuzzy, and suddenly, he was scrambling off of his bed and to the nearest trash can.

he hurled up the breakfast he’d barely even eaten, but his body kept trying to reject something that was inside of him. he thought he might actually puke up his guts.

you were trying to find him.

you must’ve followed him.

right to the camp.

right to your death.

it was all his fault.

“luke, you have to breath.” it was chris at his shoulder, wrapping a strong arm around his middle to pull him back to the bed. luke didn’t even realize he’d been crying until he saw chris grabbing the tissues and sitting down across from him on the bed.

“she can’t— it can’t be her,” luke whispered, glancing between chris and the bloodied necklace. “she can’t be gone, chris. she can’t— she— i love her, she can’t leave me.”

chris bit his tongue so hard he thought it would bleed; he couldn’t tell him. he couldn’t look his brother in the eye and tell him a truth that would result in an unraveling that would never end.

he couldn’t bare the news that left luke a torn up heap of flesh and bone with no heart or soul.

he couldn’t bring down his brothers world with just a few words about a girl that he had never even met alive, that he couldn’t ever grieve the way luke undoubtedly will.

he couldn’t.

but he did.

“she’s gone, luke.”

another month later, luke started having strange dreams.

for the longest time after her death, luke had nightmares about the monster that killed her; they said it was difficult to say, since her body was mangled and worn by the elements, so his mind just made up a new one every time.

a minotaur.

a fury.

a hellhound.

a harpy.

his father— that one had some kick to it.

every night was another rerun of her death.

the only part that was never rewritten was that luke was watching, helpless at the sidelines, unable to save her. he screamed, he cried, fought so hard against invisible restraints that he’d wake up with scratches and bruisers from head to toe, but it never changed.

you died, he watched, and he woke up.

that was, until, one night when a deep voice broke through her screams and his cries, and the forest disappeared in a sea of darkness.

there was only him.

and that deep, looming voice.

[bluecrocss]

Somethings I'm looking forward to in PJO Season 2 that I don't see people talk about as much

Villain!Luke: Most of TLT/Season 1 is Luke playing as an ally/friend/older brother to our protagonists. We see him in a mostly positive light as the show tries to hide his true intentions until the reveal.

SOM is the first time we get to see Luke in pure villain mode, and I'm so excited. Despite my issues with the movies (Especially the second one), I can always appreciate how much fun Jake Abel was obviously having hamming it up in the second movie. Literally, all he needed was a mustache to twirl lol

Anyway, Charlie did such a good job of making Luke sympathetic and likeable, I'm so excited for when we first see him on the Princess Andromeda in all his Villain glory. I can't wait to see how he plays it.

Clarisse redemption: Look, I will always defend the right of viewers to dislike a bully, no matter how sad their backstory is. However, in my opinion, SOM and TLO is probably where we get the most character development for Clarisse (the show can even add more depth to that if they play it right).

Hints at her abusive relationship with Ares, the first inklings of her friendship with Percy, there's so much more we're going to get out of that character, and I really hope they SHOW (not tell) it right.

Tyson/Annabeth beef: I am going to be on the front-lines as a Leahbeth defender this season. Like with the growing fandom dislike towards Annabeth of late, and the general way audiences treat black female characters whenever they show any negative traits, Annabeth's interactions with Tyson in SOM (and her later interactions with Rachel Dare in BOTL) are not going to be some of her best moments; but also are great character moments for her because those two books more than any are about showing Annabeth's flaws. She's a 13 year old girl with PTSD people!

Tyson's a sweetheart, obvs, but watching 5"2 Leah Jeffries consistently intimidate 6"5 Daniel Diemer is gonna be kind of hilarious. And Tyson's constant attempts to win her over are so endearing (Especially when he does succeed towards the end).

I do hope they make some changes to the backstory of why Annabeth doesn't like Cyclopes though. Because even in the books, I thought that seemed a bit forced in.

Annabeth's Circe island makeover: Yes, Walker as a guinea pig, hilarious. Yes, the siren scene, heartbreaking. The childhood Percabeth shipper in me, can't wait to see what makeover Annabeth gets in the show!

Say what you will, but one of the best parts of Annabeth now being portrayed by a black actress is (in my personal opinion), I think there is no group of women on earth with more variation in hair styling than black women.

As such, there's an infinite number of styles and looks that I could see them giving Leah for this. Braids with gold accessories, Afro puffs, a Grecian take on Bantu knots, etc. etc. I mean, the fan artists have been eating with that already.

What have I missed? What other less talked about moments is everyone excited to see brought to life?

[nana-luvy]

. 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐲 .

warnings: fluff, bold!reader, lowkey loser!luke, no established relationship context, reader got luke wrapped around her finger

In which Luke is madly into a girl who doesn't see him.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

I’m needing you to show me the way, cause’ I’m barely thinking straight.

Talk to me girl, talk to me girl… Maybe I could be your mistake’

He always felt like a loser about it. He was this hero, at camp, coming back with a battle scar and glory like he’d dreamed of his whole life, considered the best swordsman and all… And yet, given all those displays of bravery and boldness, he was not able to just talk to this girl.

But oh, what a girl… Skin bronzed by the sun of the beach she spent her evenings on, talking about anything and everything with her friends ; hair like dancing flames in the wind, reflecting the light so perfectly in front of the campfire when she sat across from him at night ; lips blushed like the color of ripe raspberries, and every time he saw her talking he longed for her lips to move only for him to hear ; eyes, oh those eyes, like two mesmerizing orbs that captivated his every time their gazes crossed across the battlefield of a ‘Capture the Flag’ game.

She didn’t even need to be a daughter of Aphrodite, to Luke she was simply the most beautiful, interesting creature he had ever laid eyes on, and ever since he couldn’t look away. And that was probably too much to handle for him, because he was purely unable to approach her.

Seeing her from far away ? It wasn’t a problem, or maybe just this one time when he looked at her when he walked by, not seeing the tree right in his path. But the embarrassing memory also constituted the first time he had heard her laugh, and it was the most euphonious one he had ever heard. Apollo himself wouldn’t be able to compose such a harmonious melody.

But seeing her close up ? As much as Luke wanted that girl to talk to him, he could barely choke out a sentence when she did, his mind going in all directions but the right one. How had it gone the last time ?

Luke was practicing at the training grounds, early in the morning when the sun was hardly up, gifting the sky with orange hues and pink clouds. He loved this moment, when the birds hadn’t started chirping yet, when the campers were sleeping soundly, and he could just concentrate on the training dummy he was slashing over and over again, perfecting his techniques.

But as the brunette swiftly turned his body in the opposite direction when he heard footsteps in the grass behind him, pointing his sword in a combat stance towards whoever was walking in his back. But it was her, in a sports attire, hair tied in a lazy ponytail and moving with her every step, a few beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

“Wow, slow your horses, I’m unarmed.” She said, still walking in his direction, her hands raised in defense with an amused smile on her face.

“Kaylee…” Luke trailed, the only word that he could let out without it sounding weird in a hoarse, morning voice. Seeing her stance, he looked down at his hand, seeing the sword directly pointed at her. “Oh shit- sorry.” He simply said, shuffling to get it back in it sheath, thrown earlier on the ground.

“Oh please, I already told you, just call me Kay. Nobody calls me that, it sounds weird when I hear my full name…”

“Yeah, right, sorry..” Luke’s eyes were downcast as he spoke, because he new all too well that if their gazes crossed, he’d be noticeably hooked, and he’d either freeze or blurt out every single thought running through his mind.

The girl let out a low hum, before tearing her look from him, looking at the rising sun. “Why are you here this early, by the way ?”

The brunette’s mind raced. ‘She’s asking about me ? What can I say ? Oh, just tell her what you were doing, dumbass! Wait- what was I doing again ?’ He looked behind him, seeing the damaged training dummy and his sword in his hand. “Oh just- just um- Early training.”

Kaylee could only let out a small laugh at his short stuttering, though quickly brushing it off. “Huh, talent and constant training ? No wonder you’re so good at sword fighting ~”

The praise, paired with a slight tilt of her head and a smile that could clear a stormy sky, completely stopped Luke’s train of thoughts. How could he deserve such a moment with the girl he had dreamed of day and night for now years, the girl he was too much of a coward to approach, and that was still placed there, in front of him, how could he deserve this moment ?

Only a whispered ‘thanks’ answered her, and the girl turned her head in direction of the camp. “Well, gotta finish my running session before the others wake up… See you around ?”

’Does she sound…hopeful ? No, my mind is just playing tricks’ Luke thought, forcefully brushing it off, before waving at her slightly. ”Sure, bye.”

And of course, going back to his cabin looking like a lost puppy, his friends knew only one thing could’ve gotten him in this state and didn’t stop teasing him about it.

But Luke just couldn’t help but let a smile creep up his face when thinking back, her small smile, the precious sound of her laugh, her eyes that could’ve bore into his if he just looked back… In moments like that, he felt like he was breathing only so he could talk to her again.

’I’m thinking that you’d love being mine, if you could just give me the time.

Talk to me girl, talk to me girl. Lately I’m feeling out of place’

How Luke longed for that girl was a force from another world. His gaze followed her when their path crossed, it searched for her figure in the dining pavilion, it lingered on her face whenever she sat n front of him across the campfire… He longed for her close to him, for her voice in his ear and her breath on his ne- he longed for her, so badly. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to get closer.

Kaylee was so unapproachable, so close yet so far when they were both training at the same time, in the morning, and she had this impeccable technique that made him stare in awe ; so close yet so far when she sat at her table, right next to his, chatting with one of her half sister… Oh how he wanted to get closer.

“Do you think I can change my god parent ?” Luke asked mindlessly to Chris, picking at the food with his fork while his look was solely in Kaylee’s direction.

“Okay, wow ? Talk about out of the b-” Chris started immediately, cutting short to the previous one-sided conversation he was trying to have with the cabin counselor, before catching his brother’s gaze. “Oh, yeah no, makes sense,” he simply continued, looking at Luke knowingly. “But you know half siblings can’t date, right ?”

Luke took his hand in his hands, fingers messing up his curls as he looked down at the table, defeated. “Ugh! I can’t fucking think straight, can I…”

“Well, you could just go talk to her, you know ?” another one of Luke’s siblings, Alice, chimed in. “It’s not that difficult.”

“Yeah, you just get your ass off this bench and towards her table and boom! You guys are talking.”

“Ha. Ha. Chris, can’t you see I’m dying of laughter here ?” Luke answered, sarcasm nowhere near hidden in his voice as he looked between both him and Alice.

“Well, I can show you an example if you want to ~”

Before the brunette could stop her without yelling for her to come back, Alice had lifted of her sitting position, marching directly towards the Hecate table, waving at Kaylee and seemingly asking her something. As she did so, Luke hid his face behind his hands, palm and fingers sprawled in order to try and conceal himself from the upcoming embarrassment.

“Dude, what are you even doing ?”

“I’m trying to hide Chris, I’m trying to hide,” Luke mumbled against his clammy skin, nudging his plate away with his elbow and just laying his head on the table, facing away from Kaylee’s direction.

“Oh my gods…” the other Hermes son simply answered, exasperated yet deeply amused.

Alice quickly came back, a grin dancing on her lips as she sat at the table, across from Luke. “You see ? Easy.”

Luke raised his head, ready to throw a snarky comment, but as if automatically, his eyes searched for Kaylee. And quickly found her. Her head was turned in his direction and looking in his eyes. But he couldn’t look away, he was like in a trance, looking at how beautifully the sun shone in her face, tree branches casting magnificent shadows and protecting her eyes from the light rays. And she was the first to break away, with a small tilt of her head and a soft smile that had Luke’s heart purely bleeding out of his chest.

“Hmhm, Luke ?”

The boy snapped back to reality as his friend cleared his throat, desperate to get his attention after two failed attempts.

“Alice. What did you tell her.” Though meant as a question, the sentence held a very affirmative tone to it, which did slightly startle Luke’s friend, as he was not used to speaking this way. The guy was pissed.

“I just asked her what time it was.” the girl answered, a smug smile on her face.

Luke’s eyebrows scrunched. “What exactly did you ask her ? Because why was she looking at me ?”

“I just asked the time, like I told you already. More precisely,” Alice stopped for a second, playing with the suspense, “I told her that you were having the time completely wrong and thought we were trying to prank you all as a group and he wanted an outsider’s advice.”

“Oh fuckin-”

Feeling like he was probably gonna burst out, Luke took a deep breath in, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

“Please open a pit under my feet. To anywhere. I’d be happy in Tartarus if it saved me the embarrassment.”

“But you wouldn’t see her — how do you say again? — ‘hair mimicking the dancing flames’ at the campfire anymo- Ow!” Chris played, earning himself a smack at the back of the head.

’A sentimental look from the past, I’m not like the other guys but I’ll last.’

Luke had seen them all, Kaylee’s boyfriends, coming and going one after the other. He had always seen them, sulking on his side of the little parties they all had on the beach, Percy was usually mockingly nudging his arm when Luke saw the girl he liked sitting on another guy’s lap. In another’s arms. Kissing another’s lips. He did this because he knew, even feeling like he wanted to get up right there and then, march towards them, take Kaylee’s hand in his, make her twirl to his arms and kiss the taste of the other guy’s lips away like it was an 80’s rom-com, he knew Luke wouldn’t do anything. He felt like it wasn’t his place, she had chosen someone and it just wasn’t him, as much as he wanted it too.

Luke wasn’t one to get himself out there, ever since she had come to camp. He had been a teenager, of course, sneaking off to a secluded place with a pretty girl he liked when nobody else was paying attention. But when he had laid his eyes on her, crossing her gaze already on him, it was like any and every desire he’d ever had was only directed towards her from that instant. He didn’t see the others anymore, he didn’t care about their flirty words, their lingering touches, their offers to go on a private sword-fighting lesson said with heavy looks and fluttering lashes. Because he only cared about the one who had charmed him with this single look that was haunting his dreams night after night.

He only wanted her.

‘I can’t deny this, you can’t deny this, let’s not be awkward in class’

These last few days had been a whirlwind of contradictory emotions to Luke. After the absolute embarrassment at lunch, a few… unusual, he would say, things had happened.

He felt like their path were crossing more often than before, for no special reason, he just randomly noticed her around, without searching for her in a crowd. From time to time, when training the campers at sword-fighting in the late morning, he could almost swear he was feeling a gaze piercing through his back, a sensation that wasn’t totally unfamiliar but.. it felt different those times; and when he turned around, nobody was there, no gaze greeting his, no one looking his way. And all of this didn’t mean much, it just was unusual. And in a camp where he’d been for the last 5 years of his life, unusual wasn’t a daily thing.

Another unusual thing happened a couple days after he started noticing those little stuff. The fact that Luke could tell this was unusual could’ve looked a little stalking-like, considering it was a rather small difference from what usually happened, but it just… stuck out, to him. It was just his mind picking up on the smallest of events and finding patterns, like any demigod could do to help them in battle. The thing was, Kaylee was one to have a few suitors, but her kind heart always pushed her to give everyone a chance. So she almost always said yes to a date invite, to a love confession and to being asked out, and what could be seen as a girl toying with heart, Luke had always seen it as a positive soul that knew she could only know her truth by testing the waters. So if she was dating someone, she would always give herself time to test the relationship and its potential, and never had a relationship under 2 months.

But not this time. Maybe it was just coincidental, but just as he started seeing Kaylee around more often, she also broke up with her current date, Lyle, after barely a couple weeks. And Luke couldn’t help but notice it, and have those thoughts running in his head.

“Is it just a coincidence ? Yeah, of course it is, I’m just a delusional puppy, i swear to the gods… It’s just a foolish fantasy, right ? I mean, they’re right, she just occupies my mind so much I can’t help but over-interpret… right ?”

Luke was mumbling to himself, fighting another one of the straw-filled practice dummies with his dull sword, slashing it over and over again to try and practice a move. But his mind was just filled with too much to concentrate even the slightest bit on what he was trying to do.

“Oh- You again ?” a voice chimed in the boy’s back.

’Oh you’re on my mind,

Never knew what I was thinking,’

Luke almost jolted hearing her voice behind him. Hers.

He turned around and here Kaylee was, not his eyes playing tricks on him but her again, in a sporty outfit with a walk-man in one of her pockets, headphones in her hands as she put them to rest around her neck. Her curly red hair had been pushed in a ponytail, swaying gently behind her as she walked towards him, her emerald eyes looking around at the orange sky, the same warm hues it had the last time they met in the same setting.

As she reached him, Kaylee tilted her head to the side, confusion painting her gentle feature, and Luke realized he hadn’t said a word but totally had stared at her as she’d come closer.

“Oh- right, yeah, me again.” the brunette started, awkwardly scratching his nape with one hand, looking at the ground, while he smoothly threw his sword away with the other. “It’s just a-” Looking up, he caught the girl’s gaze piercing right through his, green and mesmerizing, and taking his breath away. He couldn’t speak for a moment, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights, but oh gods, she was just so… “An early training session, you know ? No one around, and stuff…”

A small chuckle escaped the girl in front of him as he stumbled over his words, seeing him obviously nervous as he ran a hand through his curls messily, and Luke swore he couldn’t get enough of the sound. She could laugh with him or at him, he wouldn’t care, he just wanted to remember it as the soundtrack to his life.

‘What the hell am I thinking-’

“Yeah, I totally get it. I just love running in the morning, y’know ? No one to ask me something, no noise other than my music, and the beautiful scenery that the sky presents us…” Kaylee spoke dreamily, looking up to the orange clouds and the small moon crescent still peaking out in the early morning. But she quickly looked back at Luke, her head slightly cocking to the side as a smirk settled on her lips.

‘Is she flirti- no. It’s just a smirk. A playful smirk. She’s joking, she’s being nice. Get it together, boy, it’s pathetic.’ Luke thought, over and over again, until she spoke and his jaw could’ve dropped to the ground from the intense feeding of his delusional hope.

“And your face being the first I see after I wake up is definitely not so bad ~”

’Guess I wasn’t at all.’

“I- I'm- well- that’s- um, thanks..”

He tried, dearly tried, to let out a coherent sentence, but his brain was definitely letting him down on that one, and he could just come up with tangled parts of speech that didn't even match. ‘Loser.’

Kaylee let out a wholehearted laugh this time, shielding herself with her hand as she nearly bent in half from the intense laughter, while the boy looked at her, half mortified half dumbfounded. “Talking isn’t your forte huh ?”

Mortified it was.

“Or rather talking to me, right ? You seem pretty fine when you’re around others, dare I say a little cocky. And yet, when we have an interaction you always seem to crumble like jelly.”

Or maybe the ground should just split open and swallow him whole ?

’Never knew what I was thinking,’

“I… don’t get what you’re talking about.” Luke forced out, scratching his nape nervously and looking away from the girl. He was trying his best to not ‘crumble like jelly’, like Kaylee had expressed, and keeping his voice chill was taking up all his restraint. She just had this effect on him, all the time, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it ; about the way she was looking at him in this instant with a glint he couldn’t quite catch ; about her perfect lips curved in a perfect smile, playful and… what else was it ?

“You don’t ? Must be a coincidence, I guess ?” She couldn’t help but tease him, rolling her eyes. “I guess it’s also a coincidence that every time I catch your gaze you look away ? Or that you always appear to walk off some place else when I walk in your direction ?”

’Guess I wasn’t at all.’

Luke’s mouth could only open and close, barely any syllable able to go past his lips. But she was entirely right, he just couldn’t function properly when she was near. His eyes would catch her frame and his brain would freeze in a second, his tongue would go limp in his mouth and he couldn’t utter a word, he’d be focused on her gracefulness and her warming smile. And then she’d catch him and he’d become the most coward version of himself, acting like nothing was happening in the first place when he knew the sight of her was tattooed on his vision for moments to come. And sometimes he’d see Kaylee walking in his direction, maybe even waving at him, and his legs would grow a mind of their own and he’d flee the scene like the chicken he was in times like that. She was entirely right.

“Kaylee I-”

“I told you already, call me Kay.”

“No.”

There was a moment of silence, the girl’s face clearly displaying confusion.

“Uh… why not ?” she asked tentatively, still trying to catch the brunette’s downcast gaze.

Luke sighed and looked back up. And all the restraint he’d worked hard to keep just vanished. He couldn’t not tell her, could he ? He’d implode. He’d feel it too much. It wasn’t bearable, it needed to be let out, the thought he had every second of every day, haunting his nights with the sweetest dreams and plaguing his days with the mesmerizing sight of her. He couldn’t keep up with the cowardice anymore, he had been running away for too long.

“Because as you said, everyone calls you Kay. And I don’t really want to be one lost in a sea of ‘everyone’.”

Kaylee’s smile only grew sweeter, an unknown emotion slowly taking over her whole face for Luke’s eyes to see. Little did he know, she was trying to remember a time in the past months where he’d talked to her with such drive, where he hadn’t been a stuttering puddle avoiding her gaze but rather a confident version of himself. Because it had been a long time since she saw this side of him up-close, and toying with his desperation was fun, but having him finally man up and talk for real was much more rewarding.

The girl took a step closer, and Luke felt his heart beating louder in his chest. “Are you even just a little bit obsessed with me, Castellan ?”

He gulped noticeably, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his hard earned confidence wavering from her intense gaze. “What ? I’m not a weir-”

“I wouldn’t mind,”

Another step.

“if it was you.”

Another step.

Luke sucked in a breath, his arms limp at his side, feeling like her gaze was pinning him, and he just couldn’t move away. But he wasn’t shying away again.

’Talk to me girl, make me your boy.’

“Is it a coincidence that I see you around all the time these days ?” he asked, looking down at Kaylee, trying to keep his gaze unreadable.

“Maybe.”

“Is it you who keeps looking at me when I’m turning my back ?”

“Maybe.”

Luke scoffed. “Why did you break up with Lyle after just a few weeks ? You never do that.”

The girl tilted her head to the side, a confused look in her eyes paired with a confident smirk as she took another step, the gap between them thinning even more, and Luke second guessed himself : maybe that was a little too bold, and definitely incriminating.

“You really are obsessed with me, Luke.”

His name, his freaking name, that he heard all day long and made him sigh in annoyance each time. But now his name brought him a sigh of satisfaction, hearing it roll of her tongue perfectly, the syllables hitting his ear like a melody whose beauty he only now discovered.

“Maybe,” the boy whispered, a low breath the wind could’ve just taken away, “maybe I am. Still don’t mind ?”

Kaylee dismissed the question with a shake of her head, and boldly reached a hand to his already close body, mindlessly tracing a pattern with her finger along his shoulder. “Why do we never get to talk like that ? Without you in a stuttering mess.”

The brunette took a deep breath, trying to tame his raging emotions, his mind racing at the pace of the finger trailing over the fabric of his camp shirt.

“I-” he started, his voice breaking, and he cleared his throat before taking another breath in. “I’m just obsessed, like you said, and I know that if I get too much of a taste, I won’t be able to function when you’re not near anymore.” Luke’s eyes closed as Kaylee moved her finger higher, dancing over the exposed skin of his neck, tilting his head up as she settled it right under his chin. “Gods, you’re torture…”

“Thank you ~”

For a second the boy almost didn’t move, basking in the moment and trying to memorize anything he could hold onto: the faint smell of her perfume lingering in the air, the smoothness of her skin under his chin, the warmth emanating from his own body, the chirping of the early morning birds piercing through the calm of the training grounds…

Kaylee didn’t either, wanting to remember the way his eyes closed and his brows scrunched in a desperate expression, how his jaw clenched and unclenched against the pad of her finger, the sight of his hands almost clawing at the air, arms flexing to stay still at his sides.

“Do you like me, Luke ?”

He didn’t need more, just this faint whisper, for the dam to break.

His eyes rolled back behind closed eyelids, and his voice sounded hoarse as he spoke. “Of course I do, Kaylee, much more than that, even. My heart burns when you’re near from how much I feel, and the summer breeze feels like an ice cold blizzard when you’re away from how much i long. You plague my dreams with the sight of you and my days with the thought of you, you’re on my mind so much I sometimes cannot construct any other thought. I want to see you every day even when I know seeing you far away or with another will only gnaw at my heart, because I know that if I don’t see you my world will only be gloom. I like you, desperately like you.”

’Talk to me girl, please make me your toy.’

The smile only grew on Kaylee’s face, eyes creasing while a faint blush tainted her cheeks, and Luke finally looked back at her, catching her wrist in his hand and putting hers over his heart.

“Please, talk to me.” he breathed out, before she opened her mouth to speak too.

“See, it wasn’t so hard to just talk to me too, was it ?”

Luke let out a mix of a groan and a scoff at her words, scrunching his nose in faint annoyance. “You really just wanna toy with me, huh ?”

“Maybe.” But as she breathed out the word, one of her hands snaked to his nape, pulling his face down and a mere inch from hers. “Do you mind ?”

“Very much not.”

Kaylee angled her head higher, her lips softly landing on Luke’s, and the boy instinctively closed his eyes. He melted into her just so they could fit perfectly, lips molding together in a symphony of hidden emotions that both couldn’t keep in anymore. After the momentary surprise faded, the brunette’s hands finally came to rest on her skin, one on the sliver of exposed skin on the small of her back and the other on the side of her face, tilting her face just right so they could deepen their connection.

It was sweet, and tender, and full of all the words Luke had longed to say for so much time already, that he could now just express with a motion of his mouth against hers. Her. The girl he couldn’t talk to for years. This girl he’d always longed to be near, the one he told himself he could never have because, like Icarus and his sun, he’d melt before he could even reach her. And despite all that, she was now the girl in his arms, fingers in his curls and lips parted over his as they both slightly pulled away, catching their breath.

The boy pressed his forehead to Kaylee’s, searching for even more skin contact than they already had when being pressed together. The sun was now fully up, sky a blue morning color, and as both of them finally acknowledged their surroundings, they could finally hear the familiar noise of most campers waking up and starting their day coming from the cabins not too far away.

The girl reached for Luke’s hand on her face, intertwining them, before looking up at him. “I think we should go, the kids are gonna wonder where we went…” she whispered, a small smirk making its way on her swollen, red lips. Luke only answered with a small nod, his cheeks still visibly flushed, curls messed up and breath heavy. “But… do you plan on training early tomorrow too ?”

“Any fucking day you want.” he quickly replied, nodding his head again, his confident tone contrasting with the slight scrunch of his eyebrows.

Kaylee tilted her head, taking a better look at his face, eyes scanning over his features, his tousled hair and reddened cheeks, his hazy eyes and his swollen lips slightly agape.. “You know, you’re usually more the handsome type, but right now, you’re really pretty ~”

She sent a wink flying his way before turning around, her hand still holding his, walking towards the cabins with a little skip in her steps.

Luke stumbled behind her, his arm getting tugged in direction of the center of the camp, and he was still dumbfounded, blinking and blinking to process while his ears tinted red to match his face. “W-what ?” he stuttered, only answered by a melodic laugh.

Seeing campers walk out of the cabins, Luke slightly panicked, his gaze falling on their holding hands, and the girl caught it. “Are you embarrassed to be seen in public with me, Castellan?”

“No, of course but- I- I don’t think you-”

“You think I what ? Cause’ I’d love to be seen with you, if you don’t run away the next time i walk your way.”

The boy looked away as he saw the sweet expression on her face, blush dusting his cheeks yet again, biting his lips to try and refrain the dumb-looking smile growing on his lips.

They quickly reached their respective cabins, parting ways in front of hers, and Luke couldn’t help but stay there for a minute, processing everything, before he heard loud chatting coming from inside.

“Oh so that’s your new boy toy, huh ?”

“Nooo, they’re never boy toys, you weirdo!” he heard Kaylee laugh. “They’re… people holding potential.”

“Ok so Luke’s your new ‘person holding potential’, then ? You’re gonna break his little heart if you leave him after a couple months like the others, you know that.” another voice chimed in with a disapproving tone.

“Nah, he’s not like the other ones. This one might be more boy toy, honestly.” And if Luke’s face fell immediately, his smile beamed again just as quick. “But the boy toy is definitely here to last.”

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

To be fully honest, i was listening to Boy Toy half the writing, and then i switched to my Halloween playlist. So there miiiight be a light change in mood halfway T-T

Also, what god parent are we thinking for her ? I didn’t have a fixed one in mind, but now that read over it again, how about Nemesis ? My personal preference stays Hecate (great mother i love her.) but she just doesn’t sound too Hecate descending to me.

Anyway, loveeee <3

Nana ~

[mydairpercabeth]

Everyone holding Annabeth to an impossible Standard

And then there’s Percy

[randomness-is-my-order]

something about percy winning against ares by drawing first blood, not giving a fuck that it’s the god of war he is making an enemy out of vs him being caught totally unaware by luke and luke drawing first blood because percy hesitated, because this is his friend, because making an enemy out of a god is way more preferable over making an enemy out of a friend. percy winning against insurmountable odds vs him losing because his loyalty is truly and undoubtedly fatal.

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[murasaki-cha]

THAT HURT!!! SO MUCH!! I GOT "Family Luke. You promised." FLASHBACKS!!!

[britney-rosberg06]

Hey (said w the intention of making you cry over this gif)

gif by @t-lostinworlds <3

THIS FRAME HAS BEEN ETCHED IN MY BRAIN SINCE WEDNESDAY

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY LUKE IS A PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER

HE GRABS PERCY WHILE PATTING HIM ON THE ARM IN A REASSURING COMFORTING WAY AND IMMEDIATELY LEADS HIM AWAY FROM THE DANGER!

HE DOES THIS THE ENTIRE EPISODE!! HE IS CONFIDENT NOT JUST IN THEM FINDING SOMETHING FOR PERCY TO BE GOOD AT BUT IN PERCY AS A WHOLE!! JESUS CHRIST HE LETS THE KID WITH NET ZERO UPPER BODY STRENGTH SHOOT A BOW AND ARROW 100% SURE HE HAD IT HANDLED LETS HIM HIT A HOT PIECE OF METAL WITHOUT EVEN EXPLAINING WHAT THEYRE DOING

AND IN 5 SHORT EPISODES!! HE IS GOING TO BETRAY THE LITTLE BOY HE PROTECTED EARLIER!! AND THATS NOT FUCKING FAIR

[penstrokes]

[sound0fvenus]

y’all can’t tell me this isn’t the perfect casting bc wtf is this😭😭

[diorchids]

size kink, luke castellan.

cw: size kink, piv, slight breeding kink, swearing, & more

luke castellan who has the worst size kink.

he would wrap his toned arm around your body while you talked to other campers, softly rutting his cock against you.

he would softly guide your legs apart, practically salivating as your glistening cunt was revealed to him.

the way your glossy eyes would bounce back and forth from his fat cock inside of you to his face full of desperation made him want to fuck his babies into you. your eyes rolled out copious amounts of tears to cope with the pain of his thick cock practically ripping through your tightness.

his large hands knead your breasts, sucking and licking your nipple. he loved how big his hands were on your bouncing breasts, whispering every night how much he loved cumming all over them.

you writhed and mewled under the assault of your wet, sweet, tight cunt. "stretchin' me out real good, lukey?" you tried to talk to him, but you stuttered and blabbered as he dumbed you down with his aggressive thrusts in and out of your little cunt.

he would plant his large hands on your stomach, seeing his fat cock bulge up into your tummy. "look a'that, got my cock all in you,” he groaned, “takin’ me so good, lettin’ me fuck my cock in your—pussy..” as he played with your puffy clit.

he tapped your chin, wordlessly telling you to kiss him. a clammy hand softly gripped your neck, practically wrapping around it completely before you pathetically lifted your head to bring your slick lips to his mouth. he was impatient, pursing his lips before kissing you harshly.

your salty tears roll down onto your collarbones, running down your chest as he thrust roughly, pressing his hand on your lower stomach. you could never get used to his cock, always mewling and crying when he forced it into your hole.

you looked so small underneath him, hands shaking and trembling when you tried to hold his face. “so small, baby,” he practically moaned. he loves your size and how small you are compared to him, yet how much of his cock you could take.

he pushed himself into you occasionally, not wanting to hurt you. you were practically being ripped open each time he thrusts into you.

“‘s like that, take all of it. so good, fuckin’ you so good, hm?” you nodded dumbly. drool pooling in the corners of your mouth, trying to speak but only letting out incoherent noises and cries.

“lu—mmh, g’cum…” you said, practically seizing under his flesh.

his hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he loved how sensitive you were to his touch, always twitching and writhing to accommodate the overwhelming feeling of warmth all over you.

feeling you tighten around him only served to make him go even harder. his pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours in a primal rhythm. the head of his cock, thick and unyielding, repeatedly poked up in your tummy.

“pretty baby—can’t take it no more?” he taunted you, sloppily kissing your face when you arched your back off the bed.

the sound of your flesh slapping together filled the room as luke continued to take you with rough, hungry strokes. his cock was a blur of thick, veiny flesh as it plunged in and out of your tight pussy, stretching you to the limits. it hurt so badly, but you just had to cum.

a thick white ring formed on the base of his cock, serving as proof of your arousal. he cooed in your ear, “doin’ so good, cum f’me.”

and that you did.

he held your waist in his hands, holding you in place while you thrashed and cried, your tummy releasing the burning knot in it.

he didn’t stop thrusting, he still wasn’t done. feeling you reach climax only fueled his lust. he groaned low in his throat, his hips pistoning faster and harder still.

the thick head of his cock almost pressed deep against your cervix, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your small body. “couldn’t take it, no? pretty pussy feelin’ so good.”

his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down against his relentless assault. he loved you more than anything, but you both loved how he treated you; fucking you dumb, forcing his fat cock into you.

“mmmh, s’ good,” you cried out, the corners of your mouth twitching with satisfaction while your juices coated his cock in your stickiness. he loved seeing your cunt react to him, serving as a lubricant for him to slide in easier.

he bit his lip and tightened his hold on your hips, thrusting hard and deep into you once more. "'s it, baby," he groaned as his cock jerked violently, sending streams of hot cum flooding into your tight, hungry cunt. “takin’—me so good.”

you eventually got up and felt his warm cum dripping down your inner thighs while he slipped his big shirt on you.

[kisses4kaia]

mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.

college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.

of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.

“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.

“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?

“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.

you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.

luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.

he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.

just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.

his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.

“we’re still casual, though?”

[sunsburns]

i’m so normal about this

[blink182times]

Age accurate Annabeth, Thalia, and Luke 🥺

[mydairpercabeth]

The scenes of Luke training Percy were so expertly written. He wasn’t just training Percy, he was actively recruiting Percy. He fuels Percy’s anger and mistrust of the gods. He didn’t even need to alter how Percy saw the gods because he could already see the resentment Percy had of his dad, mirroring his own. He was absolutely sure he had Percy on his side but he didn’t account for one thing, Percy’s fatal flaw. Percy’s loyalty to his family and friends supersedes all else. Luke can’t betray Annabeth, almost kill him, Grover and Annabeth, put his mother in a dangerous position, and then expect him to be on his side. That is where he fails.

[percabething]

“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep