#charlie bushnell

[lukesandromeda]

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

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

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

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

“nothin’,” you reply, grinning cheekily.

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

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

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

this year is your first christmas alone together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he shakes his head fondly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah.”

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

“luke, c’mon. you can tell me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

“stop it!”

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

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

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

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

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

“mhm? what’s that?”

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

“yeah,” he whispers. “i know.”

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

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

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, bestfriend!Luke

You were sat under a tree not too far from the strawberry fields, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your stretched out legs and the slow dance of the specks of light falling on the pages of your open book, a soft breeze ruffling the leaves in a harmonious sound. It was the middle of the afternoon, the sun still high up in the late spring sky, and you’d thought it’d be good to just ditch whatever activity you’d previously planned on going to, to come read under a tree like your own life was the romance novel, sighing with content at each chapter that you flipped through.

“Hey, sleepy head !”

You looked up from the paper pages, catching sight of Luke walking towards you with an arm waving your way in the air. A small dreamy sigh escaped your lips, one the boy did not catch.

“What are you doing here ? Didn’t you say you were playing volleyball this afternoon ?” he asked, stopping right in front of you as he pushed his damp hair back, probably coming back from a post-training shower. And oh did he look divine.

You focused back on your book, trying to dismiss the growing blush dusting your cheeks at the simple view of him. “I thought I would, but then I went to get something after lunch and saw the book, and I decided I’d rather read instead… And you ? How is it going ?”

Luke suppressed an annoyed huff as he saw you back on the pages, not even bothering to spare him a look. He moved closer, taking a seat beside you to take a look at whatever you were reading. “Nothing much, just got off training and I thought I’d come cheer on you, but I saw you here so… What are you reading anyway ?”

“It’s called If you could see the sun, it’s a girl turning invisible for some reason and getting help from her academic rival to find a solution…” you replied, absentmindedly, flipping to another page, trying to distract yourself from the way his breath partly fanned across your cheek from how close he was.

“So cliché.”

“Turns out I like cliché.”

“Yeah, no shit…” he dragged, trying to focus on the book too though the letters were jumbling in his vision, and resting his head loosely on your shoulder.

“Hey- you’re soaking my shirt, Luke !” you whined, more about the dramatic reaction than the actual annoyance, thought the wet spot on your shoulder was not the most comfortable thing.

He didn’t spare it much thought, a little smile just stretching on his lips before he quickly changed the subject. “Ok, I got a question for the cliché romance fan in you, sleepy head-”

“Stop calling me sleepy head.”

“Sure, whatever you say, sleepy head. So, how do you hint to someone that you like them ?” As he spoke, he could only pray you couldn’t feel the heat emanating from his face.

“Hmmm… you mean like, from a general point of view or me personally ?”

“General, I want the reader’s advice,” Luke answered with a chuckle, still staring at the book, trying to decipher what was so interesting to you —something about a Henry and a light breeze in his hair.

“I don’t know… maybe try eye contact with them ? I mean, I just assume it’s for you…” you answer after a little moment of silence, trying to get your brain back in the book, but the more confused you got the worse your reading did, letters mixing together, and you could only get in your head about his question.

“Perfect then, I’m screwed,” the boy huffed out next to you, lifting his head from your shoulder with a groan.

“Hm?”

“Well, how am I supposed to hold eye contact when you’re always buried in a book, huh ?”

Your eyes widened significantly, trained to the blurry words as you couldn’t think of anywhere else safe for you to look at, raging blush now covering your cheeks as you tried to blink the mental fog away. Did not work. “I- Um….”

“Yeah ?” Luke urged you to continue, arching an eyebrow amusedly, though he couldn’t hide the slight red dusting his cheeks too, almost as surprised as you by his very honest words.

“I’m gonna go play volleyball, I’m not in a mood to read, actually” You abruptly stood up, closing the book loudly and walking away towards the beach, away from Luke. But the stiffness in your walk was more than proof of your growing embarrassment and confusion.

“Make sure to look my way when you play so I can hold eye-contact, sleepy head!”

[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😭😭

[dancingdaffodils08]

I would like to microwave him gently.

[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 🥺

[percabething]

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

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

[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.