#luke castellan

[girlypopjazzy]

Ethan Nakamura to Luke Castellan:

[tabathastan]

pjo/hoo boys x daughter of hecate

percy jackson

Percy was amazed by you and how powerful you were even though you weren’t apart of the big 3 of the gods.

You didn’t really speak to him if you didn’t need to, in all honesty you didn’t really care for Percy or how famous he kinda was at camp.

But he was starting to fall in love with you as the two of you got to know each other more.

leo valdez

Leo being Leo (in my opinion) would be obsessed with you.

He loved how you do you magic

nico di anglo

The two of you were kinda similar, you could also speak to the dead like him.

Hecate and Hades children were similar in so many ways and Nico finally found someone that was similar to him.

It was a surprise to Nico was he had this weird feeling in his chest every time that he saw you.

luke castellan

You hated him at first since you met him, something was off about him when you first arrived.

But Luke was attracted to you and not just because Kronoswanted Luke to recruit you. 

Luke didn’t want to do that to you, so he just watched you from a distance until when he was dying he admitted his love for you.

will solace

What do they say opposites attract, Will and you were the opposite of each other.

You being around darkness and witchcraft, Will was of course the opposite of that.

But with your witchcraft, you and Will helped the other camper with there wounds. 

[skiiyoomin]

ღPjo campers and their love language

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♬something about you

percy jackson is all about acts of service. his fatal flaw is loyalty, and that means he would do absolutely anything for his loved ones. he basically worships the ground you walk on as if you were the only goddess he believes in. he will do literally anything you ask him to, looking at you with those wide lovestruck eyes. more often than not, he resembles a puppy trailing behind its owner, waiting for some ounce of attention. and when you praise him or shoot him those sweet smiles of yours whenever he does something for you, oh boy, he´s sure eros personally shoots him in the heart every single time.

grover underwood is a gift-giver!! he puts a lot of thought into whatever he gifts you, wanting it to be nothing short of perfect. to him, there's something special about seeing something and thinking of the person you love, and the bright smile on your face afterward makes it all the more worth it! he especially loves handmade gifts. the time and effort it takes to make the gift means so much more than buying whatever materialistic thing he sees.

luke castellan is big on physical touch. he´s addicted to your touch and the feel of your skin. he has to be touching you in some way whether it´s with his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand resting on your thigh. it soothes the muddle of thoughts swirling in his brain and reminds him that you are his as much as he is yours. not only that, but he is a possessive man. his chest swells with pride when you´re surrounded by a lot of people and their eyes linger on you, then they flash with disappointment when they see his hands on your hips or waist, a clear sign that you´re off limits. he always makes sure to plant a big kiss on your lips for clear measure though.

annabeth chase as an athena kid means she always busies herself with whatever is running through her mind, be it schemes or theories or whatever piqued her interest at that moment. she's a hard worker and so, she dedicates a lot of time to her projects. because of this, she shows her love through quality time, because it means that you are far more important than whatever she´s working on. her attention is solely on you, the rest of the world is completely blocked out from her consciousness. those shared moments of laughter or tranquility are what push her to keep going later on when she´s working on her own things, because all she wants to do is run back to you and spend her days in your presence.

clarisse la rue is loud and boisterous. she isn´t scared to voice what she thinks or feels. so, words of affirmation are her go-to love language. she gets a thrill knowing she can turn you into a flustered mess with just a few smooth words. and trust me, she knows how to smooth talk. she loves loves giving you compliments at the most random times just to see your stunned face with flaming cheeks. like maybe you´re blowing up on her for whatever reason and she simply smirks with crossed arms and says "you´re so hot when you lose your temper like that" yeah, you´re definitely not safe from her sweet talk.

[kittenscookie]

What I find funniest about an Epic x PJO Crossover is how absolutely aghast Epic Hermes would be with Modern (PJO) Hermes treatment of Luke

Epic Hermes: I'm sorry, what the fuck do you mean I don't visit you? What do you mean I don't treat you to the finest hookers and blow!?

Luke: I mean I'm only nineteen so I don't really—

Epic Hermes: NINETEEN!? NINETEEN AND I HAVEN'T EVEN SENT YOU A GRAM OF HIGH QUALITY MARIJUANA!? OH WHICH WAYS OLYMPUS I'M ABOUT TO BEAT MY ASS—

[xoxochb]

Hi I just saw your post about you making another riordanverse boys x reader headcannons, so I was wondering if you can do one like when the boys tell they partner that they love them for the first time I AM OBSSED FOR LOVE and i think it would be so cute how Jason blush himself while saying I love you for the first time 🥰🫣 Thank you, besides I love your work

this took a criminally long time I’m sosososo sorry anon my love :(( </3

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percy jackson probably knew when he met you that he loved you (the loyalty on this boy is nutsssss), so I like to think that verbally telling you wasn’t truly difficult for him. but of course he was worried that perhaps you wouldn’t like him back or maybe you’d yell ‘ew!’ and run away and never talk to him again. but he manages to push away his doubts for a second to see your real reaction. I feel like it’d just be a random thursday and he just drops the words, like…randomly… LMAO. but it was just kinda like a ‘now or never’ moment because he’d finally managed to get the bad thoughts out of his head— presuming because you were in the midsts of laughing and that sound could cure the ill— and he didn’t want to push you to say it back because that could possibly be something big for you, but he was happy to know that after his declaration that you loved him back!!

jason grace is on the verge of a panic attack. like it’s actually cute like hello. he’s nervous as shit, blushing n playing with his hands and adjusting his glasses n literally stuttering trying to just get out the three words. like he’s actually a fucking nerd I want him. but anyways, he’s really nervous that’s basically the moral of the story— but the second you say the same words back his whole demeanor is changed within milliseconds and he’s extremely relieved to know you feel the same.

leo valdez for sure told you through morse code. but I feel like it was completely accidental, like perhaps you were just laying together and his arm his around your waist, hand on your back and he’s tapping “ .. .-.. --- ...- ..” on your skin— and he doesn’t know that you know morse code so when you say it back he’s like ?!?!?!?! HELPPP he’s literally MORTIFIED n completed scared for his life because he thinks he fucked something up— but after tons of reassuring and a repetition of the phrase from your lips he understands finally that you really do love him back!!!!

luke castellan says it for the first time in the midsts of betraying the camp. like this is super angsty I’m sorry but like trust me here. like he’s in tears, rambling about how he’s doing this for you and so you can get the life you deserve and don’t have to live devoted to the gods (ironic coming from me LOL). and then he says those three special words, begging you to come with him, though whichever you choose, to go or not to go, he still loves you either way.

[xoxoavenger]

I love your work!! pls pls do a luke castellan x reader where she’s the daughter of hypnos?? maybe she doesn’t really act like a normal hypnos child (she doesn’t sleep as much) so it’s a big surprise or something

thanks!!

thank you so much! <3

Insomniac

pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader

word count: 1547

warnings: none

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Y/N might go insane if she has to live in this overcrowded cabin any longer.

She was so exhausted, but she could not sleep. And she was on the floor, so the hard ground was bruising her shoulders and hips. Her pillow sucked as well, and she was freezing in the threadbare blanket they gave her even though it was summer.

She had been at camp Half-Blood for a month, but she knew some people she had met in the Hermes cabin had been there for a year and still had no clue who their parents were. They had to be the god and goddess of snoring and coughing in sleep, because it was practically louder at night than during the day.

"Come up here." She heard someone whisper, and she jumped, not expecting it. She looked up to see Luke, scooted against the wall of his bed on the bottom bunk. She sighed and stood, climbing into the bed next to him. His sheets were much warmer, his pillow softer. She felt herself melting into the bed.

"How do you sleep with this?" She whispered, struggling to see Luke's face in the low light. It was nice to have someone her age, since a lot of the campers were younger and even they had been there for years. Y/N felt so out of place. She knew enough to know her godly parent was not a major god, since she had been able to live that long in the mortal world. She had almost found Camp Half-Blood on accident, running from a monster before a satyr found her and guided her. It wasn't like she had the greatest life at home, but not having the option to go back, only having Camp Half-Blood now, it made her upset.

"You'll get used to it." Luke told her, a smirk on his face. She shuddered as a breeze swept past her shoulders and he pulled the thick blanket up. "I could hear you shivering on the floor, though."

"Shut up!" She whispered, pushing him slightly. Luke had been her first friend, and he had quickly become the best friend she'd ever had.

And he was really, really cute.

"You're lucky you haven't been claimed by Ares or Hephaestus. Their cabins are always freezing and the blankets are basically chainmail." Luke joked, and Y/N covered her mouth as she giggled.

"I bet Aphrodite has nice, fuzzy blankets." Y/N said dreamily, and Luke laughed. "What, you don't think I'm pretty enough to be a daughter of Aphrodite?" She asks, smile on her face.

"If you didn't tell me your mother was mortal, I would have immediately guessed you were Aphrodite's daughter." He sounds so earnest when he says it that Y/N's cheeks heat.

"What minor gods are there?" Y/N asks to change the subject. She's pretty sure she's not Luke's sibling, but not knowing who her godly parent is leaves her scared to get close with anyone.

"There's Asclepius, but no one's been claimed by him in awhile. I think you're most likely to be daughter of Adonis." There he goes again, and Y/N puts her head in the pillow.

"Adonis, god of beauty and desire?" She asks, shaking her head. "Is there a god of insomnia?" She asks, seeing the red light from the sunlight begin to come through the window.

"There's Hypnos, but he's the god of sleep. He's who you'd appeal to." Luke answered, his eyes dropping as he starts to fall asleep. She smiles closing her own eyes but not getting any sleep.

~

"You're so dead!" Trevor yells, jolting Y/N. She had been lost in her head, not asleep but not exactly awake either. She was facing Luke, who was still asleep, and Y/N turned to see his brother standing over them, smirking. Trevor had the top bunk, and he gets up early, so the rest of the cabin was starting to wake up again.

"Shit," Y/N muttered, getting up. She was clumsy, and she took the comforter with her as she fell to the ground. This woke Luke up fully, and he sat straight up and turned to Trevor.

"Go away." Luke said simply, getting out of bed to help Y/N up and put his comforter back on his bed.

"What will you give me to not tell Chiron?" Trevor smirks as Y/N starts to pack up her stuff.

"I'll tell you what I will give you if you do." Luke mutters, and Trevor just leaves.

"I'm guessing campers aren't allowed to share beds?" Y/N smiles, not really caring if Chiron finds out. Luke had told her that the biggest punishment was losing dessert privileges, so she wasn't worried about it.

"It's generally frowned upon." Luke said as he opened up his drawers under his bed, grabbing his bright orange t-shirt and a new pair of jeans. Y/N grabbed her clothes for the day and her stuff for a shower and walked to the bathrooms with Luke. They parted when they got to the men's door, but Y/N didn't even make it to the girls side before Silena called her name. The daughter of Aphrodite had a large smile on her face, and Y/N was instantly worried.

"I heard from a little birdie that you spent the night in Luke's bed." Silena smirked, and Y/N shook her head.

"Where did you hear that from?" She had left the cabin about two minutes ago, and the gossip had already spread to other cabins.

"I would never reveal my sources." She said coyly, which made Y/N slightly angry. She wasn't sure why Silena wouldn't just tell her. "But you just confirmed it anyway."

"I just have insomnia." Y/N rolled her eyes, looking over to the flowers growing. She noticed a bright orange flower, and she thought it was the prettiest she'd ever seen.

"That's ironic," Silena said, and when Y/N looked over her friend was looking above her head. Y/N looked up to see a glowing spiral with two strikes through the end. "The daughter of the god of sleep has insomnia." Silena bowed, and Y/N's eyes widened.

"You're joking." She muttered, looking from the symbol to the campers around that were now kneeling.

"Y/N, daughter of Hypnos!" Chiron announced. The look on his face though made her realize that someone had told him about her night.

"I have insomnia!" Y/N shouted, turning around to see even more campers behind her. "I can't be the daughter of the god of sleep!" She yelled, heart racing. She had wanted to be claimed, of course, but this was before she knew that her father would be a minor god, that she would have to stay in the Hermes cabin. She had been really hoping for Apollo or something.

"Strange," Luke said from behind Y/N. She turned to see him, wet curls from his quick shower. He had a smirk on his face, and she shook her head slightly.

"Strange considering Trevor found you asleep this morning." Some kid yelled out, causing two dirty looks to be sent his way.

"We'll have to arrange a cabin for you to stay in." Chiron said with a stern look, and Y/N blinked.

"What just happened?" She whispered as everyone began to disperse, blinking rapidly. "This has to be some kind of joke."

"Congratulations," Luke says as he comes up to her. She spins, and he's smirking. She scowls at him, eyes crinkling in a way that makes him smile. "Honestly, I should have known." He shakes his head.

"I think the insomnia really throws ya off." She shrugs, stepping closer to him.

"Yeah, but you have this calming effect," He starts, reaching out and letting a hand trail down her arm.

"I guess," She whispers, moving even closer. She has no idea what he's saying, but she knows she can't ruin the moment by asking. Her skin is electric where he touches her.

"Explains why I can fall asleep so easily with you." He says. "I just thought I felt safe and comforted." He smirked, and she could feel her face heating up.

"If only you could help me sleep." She says, feeling the exhaustion seep into her brain.

"Well, Chiron isn't gonna let you stay in the Hermes cabin. I think you should petition for the Aphrodite cabin. You'd fit right in, they have fluffy blankets." He lists off, then moves impossibly closer, till their faces are almost touching. "Plus, they'll cover for me or you if we were to sneak out, or if we both wanted the fluffy blankets." He shrugs, and she smiles.

"I think that's a great idea." She leans her chin up, and she can see his eyes drop to her lips. She wants it, more than anything, but she won't make the first move. She can't make herself.

Luckily, Luke leans in for her. Their lips touch, and it feels like fireworks exploding inside her body as their lips move in tandem. Her hands move to his broad shoulders, his hands going to her waist. There's whistling and cheers, and Y/N breaks apart as she realizes they have an audience. Her face is on fire, and she hides in Luke's chest.

"Different cabins!" Mr. D yells, and Y/N can't help but laugh.

They will not be staying in different cabins.

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tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover

[ask-princessandromeda]

[About this post: here are their actual lists, if there are any people interested! We managed to convince them to share.]

[Transcription under the cut, if they’re unclear! (Yes, I tried to make them accurate to how their handwriting could look like)]

Wishlist

Stuff I want the most:

-“Where the stairway to heaven truly leads” by Dr. Howard Claymore, hardback edition

-sewing kit

Stuff I want a normal amount:

-top belt corset (for reasons!!!)

-new notebooks

-dog

Other

-queer & trans pride pins

ALABASTER

Ethan’s list

•A vacantion.

(and if not, i guess a chess set and some new eyepatches work too?)

Silena’s wishlist 🩷

🩷dagger with decorated handle

🩷tarot cards

🩷matching PJs with my partners

🩷chocolate from my dad’s bakery

Chris’s

art supplies (paint and graphite pencils) + headphones + winter jacket?? (Silena said mine was too something)

Luke’s list

•cooking supplies

•pocket knife

•a hour of sleep

[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.

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[klaraakrstic]

Annabeth fell first, Percy fell harder

Will fell first, Nico fell harder

Alabaster fell head first and broke his nose, Ethan is doing fine

[starrydali]

hey do you write luke fics if not idk but could you write one inspired by imgonnagetyouback by taylor swift especially the lyrics ;

Whether I'm gonna flip you off or Pull you into the closet I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back

if not u could change it to someone you do write for

byeeeee

Get You Back - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Hii! I don't know if it fits what you wanted well, but I tried my best! :)♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Luke Castellan was infuriating. One day, he acted like you didn’t exist—cold, distant, untouchable. The next, he had you cornered, all charm and smirks, like you were the only thing on his mind. It drove you insane, and yet somehow, you couldn’t pull away. Because when Luke decided he wanted you, resisting was impossible. ✧. ┊

You hated him. You really did.

At least, that’s what you’d been telling yourself for the past week.

Luke Castellan had a way of driving you insane. He’d made himself scarce for days—no sly remarks, no flirtatious smirks, no anything. Just silence. Like you didn’t even exist. And the worst part? He made it look easy.

You’d see him laughing with his friends at the dining pavilion, walking past you at camp without so much as a glance. If you tried to talk to him? He brushed you off with a casual shrug and a dismissive, “Not now.” Like you were nothing to him.

And yet, here he was. Today was different.

You’d barely made it past the weapons shed when a hand reached out, tugging you by the wrist and pulling you around a corner. “What the hell—”

“Missed me?”

Your heart stuttered. Luke.

He was leaning against the wall like he owned it, that infuriating smirk stretched across his face as though the last week hadn’t happened. His blue eyes were sharp, piercing you in place with that frustrating, unreadable look of his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scoffed, trying to tug your arm free. “Get lost, Luke. I’m not doing this with you.”

But he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled you closer, a little too close, his fingers trailing down from your wrist to your palm. You shivered at the contact, hating yourself for it.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teased softly, his voice dangerously smooth. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You’ve been avoiding me? You stared at him in disbelief, anger bubbling up in your chest. “Oh, I’ve been avoiding you? Are you kidding me?”

He tilted his head, that smug look still plastered on his face. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t like the quiet.”

You glared at him, the weight of the past week crashing down all at once. “You ignored me for days, Luke. Pretended I didn’t exist. Now you’re suddenly… what? Trying to be all charming again?”

His smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened, like he enjoyed hearing you say it. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Maybe I was testing you,” he said, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. You smacked his hand away, but it didn’t faze him. “Wanted to see how long you could last without me.”

Your cheeks burned. “You’re such an ass.”

“And you love it,” he shot back smoothly.

Before you could respond, Luke moved closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of campfire smoke on him. His hand brushed against your jaw, his fingers soft but deliberate as they tilted your face up to his.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something softer, something more dangerous, “you look cute when you’re mad.”

“Luke—”

“You missed me,” he said, cutting you off. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. His confidence was unbearable. “You can’t even deny it.”

You wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he leaned in, his lips just barely grazing your ear as he spoke. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been waiting for this. For me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat. You hated that he was right. You hated the way he played with you—one day cold, the next pulling you back in like you were his favorite toy.

“I hate you,” you whispered, though it didn’t sound convincing even to your own ears.

Luke pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, that smug grin still firmly in place. “No, you don’t,” he said quietly. “You hate that you can’t stay mad at me.”

And then, before you could stop him, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow, calculated, but it wasn’t gentle. It was Luke staking his claim, reminding you that no matter how much you tried to pull away, he owned you. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and the worst part? You didn’t fight him.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your chest rising and falling quickly. He stayed close, his forehead brushing against yours, that damn smirk back in place.

“See?” he murmured, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “I knew you’d come around.”

You stared at him, still reeling from everything. “You’re impossible.”

Luke only grinned wider, pressing a kiss to your forehead before stepping back, releasing you. “And yet, you’re still here,” he said. “I’ll see you later, babe.”

And just like that, he was gone.

You were left standing there, heart racing, cheeks flushed, and brain spinning. Because he was right. You couldn’t stay mad at him, no matter how hard you tried.

And the worst part? He knew it.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[dancingdaffodils08]

I would like to microwave him gently.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Chris: Do you want this handful of moss?

Luke: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?

Connor: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

[my-pjo-stuff]

Lmao all the time XD It get's especially good when they then try to argue complete bullcrap with me. I remember one time where a weirdo Percy stan deadass said that Percy "defeated Luke during TLT" when I brought up how he never stands a fight truly alone. You know, the confrontation at the end of TLT between Luke and Percy? Where Luke monologues and then takes off, poisoning Percy in the process? The thing Percy only survived due to plot armour after being found half dead? Yeah he DEFINITELY won that fight bud.

Percy stans trying not to overhype him for 2 seconds straight (99% fail):

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[cryptic-and-machiavellian]

luke: *is the lightening thief*

me, who’s known that for literal years: