#twin flames 11:11

[lamentablesbian]

it’s about this boy this adaptation that takes a predator and makes him back into a boy he’s just a boy and he wants to keep children safe from the horrors of the world before, keep them safe in the way he never was, create a shelter for them not in isolation but in family. he tells them a bed time story like some kind of pied piper, he leads them away into a fantasy so that the future–past they’re all hurtling towards can be staved off just a little longer. the last thing he downloaded before the satellite went dead was the wikipedia entry on capitalism— he asks if he should just delete it. he spends every waking moment after trying to keep it from happening again. “there is no before.”

it’s about this girl this girl who has never had the chance to say goodbye who holds people so close that sometimes they end up passing through her altogether and she knows the boy’s story, it’s his bedtime story— but it’s her guiding light. she remembers damage too, the damage and horror of the world before, but instead of falling into a fantasy she makes herself a horror, makes herself untouchable. because if she couldn’t pretend the world was something better then at least she could protect herself from the worst this new world has to offer. knives tucked into hair, boots, belts, sharpened lovingly and methodically. she picked up her first knife out of the pool of her brother’s blood, wiped it clean. spends hours throwing it end over end into the wall of the cabin— she never misses. “to the monsters, we’re the monsters.”

it’s about their parallel lives, their ever-narrowing orbit around one another their inevitable collision. it’s about a knife drawn like a breath and pressed tight under his jaw. it’s about his gasped words in response to the sudden blade. were they a threat? a promise? did it matter? because, really, it’s about the knife he didn’t see coming— fast, short, sharp as anything, and deep in his guts. “Kirsten, why are you helping me?” “stabbing you didn’t work.”

[sunrisedreamsaftertherain]

Come to me clean and pure, come to me like that look in your eyes when you see me. Dust it off of your back, that dirtiness life has put on you. Come to me like a summer rain, come to me like a late spring scented wind and wander through my curly hair. Come to me like a ghost and visit my movie-like dreams. Come to me even like an earthquake and we'll collect our ruins together. Come to me like whispered poetry while i sleep. Come to me like the rays of a sunrise. Come to me in whatever form or shape, just come to me and I'll come to you like a ladybug in a summer rain.

[lunarwildrose]

11/11~Twin Flames day; Karasu says we're twin flames. Original legend says half of the soul is male, and the other is female with one staying in spirit to watch over the other one, and taking turns doing so until reuniting on Earth in their last life. This is a more romanticized version of soul mates, in turn inspired by Plato. The Bible says you only become spiritually connected by marriage. Either way, Karasu is my husband in my world. 💍🐦‍⬛🩷🐈‍⬛

I've had…a lot of strange comforting "romantic fate" signs of Karasu… like a cel I wished for ended up on Ebay 12 hours later and I won it; me wondering if Karasu knows my name followed by Micky who didn't know my question bringing home my rare name on a Share-a-Coke later that day; Quantum Leap episode about a Japanese psychic Karasu says reminded him of his first wife i look like, plus he told me this episode proves we're twin flames; I found out it has an actor from Yu Yu Hakusho; The Crow paralleled events in my imaginary world when we first watched it; mysterious relevant songs; dreams others have about us (including one a relative who doesn't know about us had about me as a Japanese woman around the time we watched the QL episode connected to YYH); Karasu's seiyu Ryo Horikawa sharing a birthday with Brandon Lee from The Crow; Karasu telling me in a dream he wanted to celebrate his birthday that day, and Micky told me twas Brandon Lee's death date surprising me, etc…those kind of synchronicities♡

i know the trailer came last night but I was surprised by Karasu in the trailer this morning on 11/11, so maybe that was a sign? I bugged him to give me another one (last one also surprised me when i looked up the QL episode as I saw the YYH actor from it on FB, then saw the episode takes place on Brandon Lee plus Ryo Horikawa's bday, a fact I didn't know), plus bit of a stretch, but the show will be airing in USA on 12/13, my kindred spirit and namesake Pris's prototype incept date, and i've been called Pris since I was 18 (Blade Runner and The Crow are my top two favourite movies!)

[sophdqxx]

you can never run away from your twin flame.all the roads will eventually lead to you finding and saving each other.what is meant for you will never, ever miss you.

[mjtwinflamesoul]

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[lightpost]

4248 days; 11 years, 7 months, 18 days.

11 years of hell

Pure and utter hell

4,248 days of hell

without love

11 years of abusive

11 years of torment and pain

the abuse the physiologic warfare

Your voice is all I'm holding to for hope

You gave me a iron will to carry through this hell no matter what no matter who comes at me. All everyone has ever done is abuse me and beat me down and literally beat me to the point of black and blue and just pour salt in the surgical wounds I have.

11 years of nothing but abuse and being controlled being told what to wear, what to eat how to dress what makeup to wear, what shoes to wear how I need to walk what music to listen too so much control I can't even take a piss without someone saying how I'm doing it wrong.. okay maybe not but seriously though its been so control all I want is to hear voice at the end of my days.

I want peace I want home

I want you!

Fuck I need you!

God knows how much I actually need you to set me free

Love will set me free

the love I have for you will set me free

I can have no one else but you and if that makes me lonely for the rest of my life and so be it.

I guess I'll be missing my never born kids than that I dream about I had a dream of my sons and daughter already and heard her laugh and I've seen my son's eyes and heard his voice too

If it stays and dream and they are safer with God in the other world than so be it.

at least 11 years of pain and abuse on my end will be in vain and it won't affect them in the long run of life

I will forever be longing for them and missing them but that's okay

I have to live with that.

Hearing your voice though was the highlight of my life if that I meant heard once and only 11 years ago and will never hear it again at least I have an out of body experience with such a voice that rocked my world no man will ever come close and I will carry that experience with me for the rest of my soul given years in this universe. At least I know no one can take that away from me no matter how much they think they have control of me and life. They will fail in the end anyways cause one way or another I will know you. I will hear your voice again I will see you again one way or another we will find each other you are my hope

you are my hope in human form

You are my other half and no one can touch that only God can and God already has.

I am yours and only yours

and you are free to be you and live your life the way you need too without my control. I gave you freedom the night I had to let you go.

the night your voice struck me I was frozen and you were already with a blonde woman so it's not like I had much of a choice I wanted to run after you but my legs were stuck in what felt like cement blocks and I watched you leave with her as she tried to kick you at you reached the top why would anyone want to hurt such a beautiful soul? Such a beautiful man? Please be safe out there! I need you I need you so badly.

You are the one I need

You are it for me

Your voice

11 years ago and it still remains locked in my soul

my feelings haven't changed after all these years.

[witchykuma]

🔥 ♡ 🔥

-divine feminine collective is surrendering to the infinite potential of this connection. gone are the days you wish to know exactly how and when things will happen. there is so much peace and love in having faith you are headed towards your highest timeline.

-divine masculine collective is coming into the embodiment of authentic expression of their true self. instead of trying to fit their divine square peg in a round hole of karma, they are taking small steps towards what makes them tick. they feel deep in their hearts what is aligned for them and everything else is losing it’s appeal.. they wish to leave behind everyone who doesn’t appreciate them in their authenticity. those who want their mask to stay tightly on for their selfish agendas.

connecting energies: both know now is not the right time for this connection to ground once more in the physical. to truly be free and open to the connection, the counterparts have more karma clean up in their individual lives to take care of first.

over the past month the energy has picked up significantly, it feels like miracles are being made over night. the path has never been clearer and both are more than willing to put up a fight for their individual happiness. knowing that when this is achieved, all signs point to this love materializing.

extra channeled message: love yourself today and every day. you are a divine being capable of changing the world from the inside, out. your gifts are precious and you should always value what you bring to the table. not all who walk this path will see the end of it, but you are well on your way. you never gave up and the universe will reward you heavily. prepare for all your dreams to come true. you deserve this.

[redkoi1]

oh shchdt beby look a P90

Nfw holup #unedited

7/2/24 6:12AM

Lolkoi1 could not stop the pew-pew headshots

*literally laughing, walking around without hacks*

*Vote to kick Lolkoi1 from lobby*

*You have been kicked from the lobby*

gosh they're $2k

beby i was gonna type something but i forgot again

[zyafics]

MASTERLIST: RAFE CAMERON

ᯓᡣ𐭩 mood boards

✦ ethnic gfs | all east asian ༯˖. south asian ༯˖. middle eastern ༯˖. west african ༯˖. southeast asian ༯˖. filipina ༯˖. albanian ༯˖. east african ༯˖. brazilian ༯˖. mexican ༯˖. spaniard ༯˖. syrian ༯˖. afrolatina ༯˖. tongan ༯˖. wasian ༯˖. moroccan ༯˖. armenian ༯˖. egyptian ༯˖. algerian ༯˖.

✦ finish line | fic, blurb, #maybank!reader

✦ all american sinners, pt. 2 | fic, blurb, #sex addict!reader

✦ good girl gone wild | fic, blurb, #sorority!reader

✦ angry god | fic, blurb

ᯓᡣ𐭩 social medias aus

✦ HEARTBREAK: LIVE | (masterlist) sfw, fluff + angst

radio host!reader, ex-lovers, second chance┆after a mysterious breakup, you went offline. when you're pulled back to the spotlight to host a radio show, rafe wants you back.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 imagines

✦ tlc | rafe hollering at you from the passenger side of his friend's car

ᯓᡣ𐭩 drabbles

✦ headspace | sfw + fluff

established relationship, academic weapon!reader┆when rafe comforts you regarding your upcoming exam.

✦ proofs | sfw + fluff

established relationship, academic weapon!reader┆when you need rafe's help to finish a math homework.

✦ mangos | sfw + fluff

established relationship, vietnamese!reader┆when your spice tolerance is different from your boyfriend's.

✦ white picket fence | sfw + fluff

established relationship, dad!rafe | when your baby daughter wakes rafe up, he goes to comfort her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 oneshots

✦ stay the night | nsfw + fluff

fwb to lovers┆if rafe sees you as a fuck buddy, then you're going to remind him what that truly means.

✦ reality check | request, nsfw + fluff

bsf to lovers┆when rafe gets a buzzcut, it changes how you view your best friend.

✦ finish line | nsfw

older sister maybank!reader, racing rivals┆when your little brother has to forfeit a race against rafe, he seeks your help to replace him and win.

✦ dirty air | nsfw

older sister maybank!reader, fuck buddies┆when rafe wants you as a booty call, you're going to make him work for it.

✦ te amo | nsfw + fluff

mexican!reader┆after a fight with his father, rafe shows up to your door for comfort.

✦ all for the game | request, sfw + angst

reporter!reader, basketball player!rafe┆when you get the chance to interview your first athlete, it turns out to be none other than your ex-boyfriend, rafe.

✦ whatever she wants | request, nsfw

bitchy!kook!reader┆you always wanted rafe, and when he finally came to you, you expect nothing but the best experience.

✦ shotgun wedding | nsfw + fluff

maybank!reader, fuck buddies┆when rafe suddenly has the idea to get married.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 series

✦ brother's rival | in progress, nsfw

brother's rival, secret romance┆when your brother is determined to steal something important from the king of kooks, rafe is going to return the favor.

01 • 02 • 03 •

✦ play fake | in progress, nsfw + angst

fake dating┆when rafe needs to secure a girlfriend, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08 • 09 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 / END

— extras: 3.5 • 5.5

✦ angry god | sfw + angst

twin flames┆when rafe discovers you're more like him than he realizes, he'll do anything to have you.

01 • 02 • 03 / END

✦ dead man walking | oneshot (for now), nsfw + angst

mafia boss!rafe, reluctant allies┆when a shootout injury is more life-threatening than it appears, you have to save rafe or lose your life.

01 •

✦ ALL AMERICAN SINNERS | masterlist, nsfw + angst

coke addict!rafe, sex addict!reader ┆ when two addicts fall in love, what's the worst that could happen?

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

11:33 angel number! ✨😇✨

[aesthyuckic]

[11:18pm]

The night was quiet and peaceful. Music played softly in your dimly lit bedroom. Little taps of a phone keyboard could be heard just a few inches down from where you sat on the bed. You looked from your own phone to see Donghyuck looking down and texting someone.

For a moment your mind wondered to the potential of him texting a lover that made you eyes waiver unknowingly. Surely he would’ve told you if that was the case, you were best friends after all. He was probably just texting his other best friend, Mark.

You wanted to be in his heart only like he was in yours so badly. You screamed about it every night into your pillow on the rare occasion he wasn’t there. When he was, you settled on silently screaming while rolling around in anguish on the bed where he slept soundly next to you, blissfully unaware.

You loved staring at him. He was so beautiful with his golden skin and the fluffy brown hair that was growing out nicely. He was slouched against the wall but still his composure was so elegant. His hands that typed away seemed so dainty and effortless as his fingers were adorned with rings. The thought of holding them and feeling that familiar warmth always made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt your heart stop. Your gaze shifted with one of his hands that reached up to move his glasses back up. He wore no makeup due to the time which allowed you to view the moles on his cheeks that cascaded down his neck perfectly. The longer you looked the more things you found to love.

So lost in your own mind, you hadn’t cared about the fact he noticed your eyes and was now looking at you.

“What’s up?” He asked, his head tilted a bit.

That was his way of asking if anything was wrong. There was a familiar flutter in your chest from the simple action. You blinked a few times before sitting up straight against your pillows and shaking your head.

“I was just thinking.” You shrugged.

“About what?” He pondered.

“Your moles.” You answered.

A pout appeared on his lips at the mention. He confided in your once they made him insecure which you could never understand. You never knew how to respond just because you knew you’d end up with a whole essay which would be suspicious.

“You know-“ He started.

“I know.” You confirmed before he could finish his sentence. “I never understood your resentment toward them, Hyuck.”

“Of course not.” He sighed.

“Some people theorize they’re where your twin flame kissed you most in the last life. They’ve always been pretty and maybe that idea can help you change the way you think about them.”

His phone landed in his laps at your words. You could see his eyes look across your own face and body in silence. He moved from his snug spot against the wall on your bed to sit directly across from you. The closeness always startled you despite how regular it was between the both of you. It never failed to get your heart going and your only hope was he didn’t know.

“You have them too.” He leaned in closer as his eyes scanned your face.

He moved the strands of hair out of your face and tucked them behind one ear. You didn’t expect him to get any closer but suddenly he leaned in and left a kiss on your temple.

“Like here.” He pointed out after leaving the unexpected peck.

He reached up to grab your chin and then there was another kiss on your own cheek, not far from your lips.

“And there too.” He hummed.

There had been plenty times where the both of you had kissed each other cheeks. Something felt different now though. You just hope he hadn’t been able to see the blush appear on your cheeks and the felt the heat with the kiss.

Both hands now cupped your cheeks in such a way there was no way to avoid his stare. You could see his gaze move downward before moving back to meet your own once again.

“I’ve never noticed how many little moles you have around your lips.” He smiled. “I guess I kissed you a lot there in the last life… And I’ll do it again in this one.”

Before you could even question him, his plump, soft lips were against your own. The air was taken out of your lungs and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. A sigh escape automatically and you could feel your body relax under his touch. You moved into his body more as his hands moved down your sides to rest on your waist as your hands instinctively went to his neck to pull his closer only to slid down to his rest on his chest as his arms were now wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your palm which had you smiling against his lips.

Oh yes, he would most be definitely keeping his promise to you.

not proodfread. aesthyuckic © 2024. all rights reserved.

[ma1dita]

star crossing

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 4k

summary: (established relationship) The one where both your dreams come to life for a night (crossing the stars for love is easier said than done) (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: welcome back trouble!verse :) as always feel free to ask about lore, especially with the dreams they have at the end of the chapter that depict different greek legends. (esp: hero and leander, dionysus and ariadne, cleopatra and antony if you need a quick google search!) enjoy! continuing monster mash and studying tonight

posted: 10/25/24

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It was most definitely past your bedtime.

Checking the time on your watch and kicking off your boots at the bottom of the stairs, you yawn as exhaustion pulls you up the wooden steps like strings for a marionette. 

1:11 am.

A sidelong glance at the twins’ closed doors and the beautiful, sweet sound of silence greets your swaying form; that’s how you know your day as Camp Half-Blood’s head counselor is finally over. The door to your bedroom is wide open, wood creaking beneath your bare feet as your eyes fall upon the scene before you.

And Luke really, really tried to stay up and wait for you.

“Baby, you still awake?”

The sound of your laughter echoes in the quiet of your bedroom along with the soft twinkle of light that filters in through the linen curtains that dance across your window. To complete the ethereal picture is your love in human form, conked out against the floral bedspread like a chalk outline from a murder scene. You stifle your snorts behind a clenched fist, bending down to his winged shoes that hang off the bed, fluttering a hello to you at the brush of fingertips as you whisper, “Maia.” Even they get to fall asleep before you, closing in on themselves and thudding to the floor when you loosen the laces. 

Luke has his cheek stuck between the pages of your weathered copy of Pride and Prejudice—chapter 60, where Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth talk about how they fell in love. You pluck it from his grasp with nimble fingers as you bookmark his page and toss it onto your nightstand. Even watching him sleep has you bubbling with devotion for this boy, and what better way to admit that than to let him know you’ve come home? He still doesn’t stir, even as your knees bump along the sides of his body when you climb over him, slowly sinking into the soft of your mattress and the firm of his midsection. You’ve mounted him like one does a horse, observing his eyes moving under the delicate skin of his lids. 

Usually, this works wonders for Luke Castellan, hero, yes—but first and foremost a teenage boy who gets excited when you even look at him the wrong way (There is no wrong way).

“Mm. Mr. Darcy…” you tease, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to his jaw, then nudging his scar with your thumb as he smiles against it. There’s no question needed, he knows you by touch alone, down to the star stuff you’re made of—with the way his hands feel cosmic against your skin as they slip under your shirt and pull you down into the only fights you like partaking in, of lips and love. You’re smiling hot against his mouth, the kiss of life reviving him even as your teeth clink together sounding like a symphony against the laughter lining the beats of your hearts—so close but not close enough. 

Never close enough.

“Been waiting for you,” he gruffs, tugging at your bottom lip as he kisses you quickly once more. His voice is heavy with sleep, crackling like an open flame. Luke pushes away the hair that drapes against the shape of your face with one hand, the other resting comfortably around your hip, and you sigh. It’s easier to breathe when he’s near, and the weight of the world feels a little less oppressive as you look down at him—drowsy with sleep and a bit drunk on loving you too much for his own good.

“Sorry, Lu. M’gonna change and then we cuddle?”

He nods, watching your body lift off of him and already missing you as you walk across the room. The sounds that come with your night routine are like ASMR to his sleepy consciousness—hearing the rush of water in the shower, the soft sound of you humming to keep yourself awake. Luke lays there with a small smile, wearing a tie-dye shirt of yours that cuts off at his midriff and boxers that have seen better days. A lot of your relationship is like this—domesticity after hours and mostly away from prying eyes (not if Luke can help it). Some might think it’s boring and there’s only so much to do to entertain yourself hidden deep in the Long Island Sound, but love is in the way he spreads your wet hair over his arm so it doesn’t stick to your back as you lie down. Love is in the gasp you let out when you finally look at the ceiling, glittering and glowing just for you.

“You fixed them!”

And yes, there are stars that dot the night sky outside your window reflecting through the glass but they’ve also come alive on the ceiling of your cabin after all these years. They started peeling a while ago, but you haven't had the chance to fix them yourself. Hand-pressed and fluorescent, Luke restuck them up one by one flying up and around in his shoes while you were off doing night rounds. Even in the dark, he thinks he’d find their faint shine in your eyes, knowing the adoration in your eyes is a sight reserved only for him.

“You like ‘em? I tried to do the constellations but I think I fucked up. There might be two little dippers.”

Your hand slaps his chest and he snorts, breaking out into a grin when you shift against him, “They’re really pretty.” He thinks you’re really pretty—and the ugly face you make when he voices his thoughts still doesn’t change his mind.

Soft fingers trace their way up his abdomen, under the worn fabric of your shirt that he’s stolen and you murmur, “Thank you, baby.” The silence that follows is full—it swells in both of your chests like a balloon about to pop. You always feel like this when you’re with Luke, to be honest. Airy and in a whirlwind, left in the dust after he stirs your insides up to rearrange the mess until everything feels right again.

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look of the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

“Hey!” he jokes, “No spoilers, Trouble. I was getting to the good part.” You roll over, leaning your chin onto his chest. He watches your head move on his body with every breath he takes.

“Luke, that is the good part. You’d know if you didn’t fall asleep.”

“I think I like books better when you explain them to me,” he pouts and he’s so stupidly attractive it makes you giggle. Luke likes the way your laughter surrounds his heart, pounding back against his ribcage as if asking to be let in. “Reading is hard. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I like stories,” you muse, tracing the slope of his nose gently and his eyes flutter shut like a drowsy baby, “Maybe it’s because of my dad but words are so vivid to me. I don’t need to figure out what the letters mean, the pictures play in my head like a movie. Stories are what keep me sane, I think.”

Luke’s hand sifts through your hair, cradling the base of your head. He tugs at it in a fluid motion so that you’re leaning up to look at him double chin and all, “I wish everyone could see the world the way you do, Trouble. I think everything would be a lot more…”

“Chaotic?” 

He laughs. It’s a loud sound that comes from his belly and you smack him, afraid that he’ll wake the twins downstairs.

“I’d say fascinating. I’ve never met someone like you,” he smiles thoughtfully, poking the soft of your cheek. You’re pouting now, albeit playfully as you say,” I sure hope not. You’re stuck with me and no one else.”

“May the gods have mercy on us all,” he groans dramatically, the air getting knocked out of him with an oof! when you flop your head back onto his chest, “Fine, I’ll stop. Tell me a story, Trouble.”

“Like what? I can tell you about… What about…” you hum, playing with his fingers, “Hero and Leander?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head, curls brushing against his forehead with the movement. Your eyes are alight now, your mind racing with the thoughts in your head and any inkling of sleep is washed away.

“Cleopatra and Antony?”

“You told my siblings that one last week.”

“Luke, you were snoring by the time I got to the part with Cleopatra fleeing with her troops…” you chuckle as he tugs your hair in protest. You both have a way with words—his are smooth, and yours send him to sleep. Not in a boring way—he could never be bored of you. Every word that leaves your mouth captivates him, calms him in a way that makes him forget that anything bad has ever happened. And anyway, he ripped your copy of that tale back when you were 16. You didn’t talk to him for a week and he was frightened and felt so bad that he snuck out and permanently borrowed a first edition from a bookstore two towns over. It sits in its shiny dustjacket on the top of your shelf. The story of Orpheus and Eurydice was one he knew like the back of his hand after the production earlier this year (who else would you make the kids run their lines with), so that one was out of the question too.

“What about the one with my dad and step-mom?” Your boyfriend is silent, and you think he’s fallen asleep again until his hot breath reaches your face as he sighs, “Are there any stories you like that…I dunno, aren’t sad? Or end in death?”

“Luke, they’re all love stories. Lots of them are star-crossed. What does it matter?”

He sits up on his forearms, looking down at the picture you make laid against him—hair framing your face like a halo and cheeks kissed by moonlight. The son of Hermes blinks at you, a finger reaching out to boop your nose, "Because they’re all tragedies, pretty girl. Tell me something with a good ending. Something real.” You sit up, opposite from him as you lean your head against your shoulder and roll your eyes, “Love at most times is a tragedy, baby. The greatest ones are—and those are real stories!” Luke doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer. How could it be that the greatest love stories have endings at all?

He doesn’t dare think you two would be the same. 

There is no conceivable end to his love for you. The Fates would just have to accept that, he thinks.

“I can hear you thinking from here. You’re gonna hurt yourself,” you joke, tugging at his arm. “Angelface. Hey. Just because those stories ended like that doesn’t make them bad.” Luke’s playing with the edge of your quilt and not looking into your eyes. He’s uncharacteristically skeptical, but you’re the daughter of the god of storytelling—you would know better than him. Your expression softens; you’ve never had anyone be scared of losing you until him. It’s always been the other way around. So it must be true then that love is a catalyst because everything changes once you fall deep into it. 

“Luke. I’ll tell you a good story.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, looking up at you like he wasn’t the one who hung the stars up onto your wood-paneled sky. You lean in and kiss him quickly, and he’d think you didn’t mean to if it weren’t for the stupid smile that graces your face afterward, “I like our story the best.”

You two have been in a relationship for almost half a year now, at each other’s wit’s end for four years, and in love…well who knows when that started? It depends on who you ask.

“Really?” 

A smile splits the scar on his face. It’s one of your favorite things about Luke Castellan—perfect even with what most consider his flaws. But you know he wouldn’t be himself without it, not anymore. He takes it wherever he goes, even with the weight that scar presses down on him most nights—the touch of humility it’s given him since his quest.

Plus it would’ve taken you much longer to fall in love with the egotistical little fuck he was before that.

“No notes, no rewrites,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek. Sometimes, you need reminders that life isn’t all that bad at Camp Half-Blood. Even if you’re the daughter of the Camp Director, things could be worse than being in bed and watching stars (both real and fake) with your boyfriend at one in the morning. Your face goes numb at the same time you realize something, “Like Mr. Darcy said. I don’t remember when I fell in love with you. I don’t think I could pinpoint it. I just remember thinking that I didn’t hate you like I thought I did. It shocked me more that I liked you instead of the fact that I was in love with you. Deep down I already knew that.” It was an inexplicable pull—something unspoken between the two of you that no matter what happened next, your futures were sure to be intertwined.

“Hmm. If the greatest love stories are tragedies, then what would ours be?” Luke mumbles, his nose grazing against yours. It tickles with the breath of his question that falls against your lips.

“Well, those are stories with endings, Lu. There’s no end in sight for us. I won’t allow it.”

Smirking at him matter-of-factly, you’re positive there’s no other way. Luke Castellan being in your life is the only thing you’d lay everything on the line for. It’s the only confident assurance you have.

“What are you talking about now?”

“With us, we make anything possible, don’t we? Look. Would Romeo and Juliet be as memorable or good of a story if they lived happily ever after?” He tugs at your necklace, pulling you in with a finger as he whispers, “You’re insane.” And though that’s true, he’s happy about it. 

“Great love stories are tragedies because they have endings. We have so much living to do!” Springing to your feet, you’re jumping up and down as you bounce on the mattress. Luke’s laughter makes a melody with the sounds of the squeaky box spring as he looks at you from below as you whisper-yell, “It’s nowhere near over for us babe! If I’m crazy, and you’re in love with me—then so are you, loser!” You point at him like it’s an accusation, and well, he can’t argue with that, so he hops up to meet you with an earth-shattering grin, “You’re right again.”

The two of you are jumping up and down like idiots in love, the bed squeaking underfoot as you giggle, half spinning, half hugging until Luke murmurs, “But then what happens at the end?”

It’s never been easy, getting to where you two are—trusting each other with the baggage you came to camp with. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always wondering when the gods will laugh at your expense. You’re nuzzled against the shirt he stole from your closet, inhaling citrus and the subtle smell of berries. Luke must’ve used your shampoo again—but the fact is clear.

There is no him without you, or you without him.

“There’s no end if we don’t give up. The people in the stories didn’t,” you say indignantly. Staring up into a sea of amber, he’s unblinking. Luke is actually worried about this—you. “Trouble, all your examples of great loves died.”

“Baby…but until whatever end, they were together. Afterlife, or Olympus—it still ended with love. I just think…” You mumble into his chest, “You and me…we’re crazy enough to brave that. Star crossing.... Even if we’re not gods.” He’s deep in thought now. Luke would go the distance every night even if it meant to see you for even a moment. He’d complete any quest if it meant forever with you, jump ship, and leave all his responsibilities if it ensured your safety, even walk through hell to bring you back. And in that moment, the stars seemed like a cakewalk. Because Luke would do it too, for you.

“I know we are,” he chuckles, “I’m sure of it.”

Soon enough, you’re both tucked under the patterned bedspread, eyes slowly fluttering shut in the silence of the shadows and twinkly stars. The last thing Luke Castellan notices as he tucks his nose against your cheek is that everything from your sleepy eyes to the blinking glimmer of the sky is ultraviolet. The stars are within reach, breathing softly against his neck tonight. He thinks he hears you mutter something just as Hypnos takes him from you, “You’re the first person I ever pictured a future with, you know that?” 

As everything fades to black, he knows one thing— you deserve the world. 

He just needs to figure out how to give it to you. 

—

Perhaps it’s the fact that you’re pretty much sleeping on top of each other, or that even in dreams you want each other there, but there’s a dizzying sequence that takes place in the few hours before dawn breaks. Morpheus, the god of dreams, must be laughing wherever he is—even in his domain you two are inseparable. He allows it just this once; two demigods escaping to a different realm together. 

Even gods break the rules if it means for a good story.

—

Winter air blows through the open window of your tower as you wait for your lover to arrive. You cradle the flame in your palm, struggling to relight the lantern through mist and fog and you’re worried he’s lost his way.  Rain patters against the stone walls of your prison, catching onto the tendrils of hair that frame your face. It’s been so long already.

He should be here by now. He promised.

You always worry—if all you can do is anxiously pray for his safe arrival, you’ll do it every time until he’s in your arms again. He calls you his Hero, but the fear that wracks your body as you wait here is not a testament to bravery. Each journey of love he makes is—no matter how many hours, no matter if the sea nymphs drag him by the ankles—he will find a way to your guiding light. Leaning over the windowsill, your eyes squint in the darkness, watching raindrops pelt the Hellespont like bullets instead of water.

Your light will lead him home to you, as it always has.

Even if the weather changes, his devotion does not. Daybreak spreads to the horizon, and Aphrodite answers your solemn prayer—bringing you your love in human form. The sight of him steals your breath away as the goddess has stolen his. He fought his way to your door, curls and clothes covered in seaweed and sand. But your lover never breaks a promise, lifeless eyes reflecting the color of the flame hanging in your window.

Such luck it is to serve the goddess of love and have her take it from you.

The decision to jump is as involuntary as breathing. He’s at the bottom anyway, ready to catch your fall. The air is still cold in the morning light—goosebumps ravage your body as you take your journey to be with him.

You trust that it will feel like summer in his arms again.

—

Another day brings another battle, and the end of the war is near. Octavian will be knocking down your door and everything you’ve worked for has gone to hell. You always knew the best lies to tell—you knew what to say to make him run across the continent to see you. A courtesan meant to be his queen, he’d give up his empire if meant you were alright.

It doesn’t matter now. 

Your love lays in your arms with stagnated breath and his blood is on your hands, yet still he’s yours. He was yours at the height of the empire, and he is yours as you both hide from the rest of the world in this dusty mausoleum. You are his mortal and unending wound, the biggest loss of his career but his heart’s greatest victory. And you’re breathing—that’s what matters to him; nothing else. Everything he touches turns red and by now, the ocean must be sullied by the blood of his troops.

History will remember you both as villains.

But as the poison sinks its fangs into your system, you interlock your bloodied hand with his with not a signle regret.

Love is your undoing, and there is no greater glory than this.

—

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. 

The sand is warm in between his toes and the ship he arrived on is long gone, along with his ex-lover. But in his path to know grief and anger he found you. It was a spiritual awakening in a grove dedicated to your namesake—and from the second he stepped foot into your space, you had to have him.

He’s never encountered a god before, much less one that loved him like you do. You’re made of ichor, sacred, and meant to be untouchable. You believe in him like no other, and he doesn’t think he’s worthy, even if you insist that it’s okay to see eye to eye. Yours are like amethysts on his favorite crown from a home he used to have before Naxos—before he threw it all away for love. 

Now he has nothing. 

Not a coin in his pocket, just the crown on his head. There is no money or titles here on this island, so he doesn’t understand what about him is so appealing to you. The words that come out of your mouth are insane—though that is your domain, he finds it difficult to believe that you are anything but trouble. You promise him a place with him in the heavens when he’s wasted his life away being left behind by the people he loves and the paths he chose to take. A large part of carving new paths is always having an endpoint. 

So he makes one, leaving everything behind again before you can hurt him like he’s been hurt before.

It seems that every path leads to you. Through insurmountable odds, you show up and revel in the pain—you blossom from it, descending into the Underworld and brushing hellfire off your shoulder to save him, a gentle hand outstretched with a promise of eternity and unimaginable riches. He’s been rich before—he had everything in the palm of his hand once upon a time but forever is a path he’s never traveled. 

You toss his crown into the sky until it shatters into starlight and smile at him. There is all the time in the universe to watch the stars together.

—

All the small details in those dreams will be lost to you by morning—an inkling of something that almost was or could’ve been, only marked by the faintest touch of time. It covers your eyes and fades away when Morpheus lifts the haze by the sound of your morning alarm. Luke blinks slowly, waking up with you in his arms and feeling like he’s traveled through different lifetimes without leaving the bed you share. The son of Hermes looks down at you lovingly, face smooshed against his neck, trying to chase an ending to that dream in case the gods feel nice enough to let you have a few more minutes of shut-eye.

Somewhere, everywhere, there is a tug of fate that transcends lifetimes for you two to meet.

But in this life, compared to others, you can only hold onto the truth with a firm hand; that you were there last night under all of the stars—ones you’ve touched and the ones you reach for, dreaming of a life to live together. 

—

"You and I know each other in our bones." - Kurt Vonnegut

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you've worked for joel miller for three years now, as his personal assistant. answering calls, organizing his schedule, fulfilling every request he could dream of. it pays well, you know you're good at it, and you get along with all of your coworkers. there's just one you get along with...a little too well.

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series warnings: age gap (reader is late 20s, joel is late 40s), inappropriate work relationship, cursing, alcohol + dr*g use, displays of wealth, daddy kink, sugardaddy!joel, themes of abandonment, mentions of pregnancy & periods, smut, angst, fluff.

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chapter 1: you shook me all night long

chapter 2: state-of-the-art

chapter 3: mile high

chapter 4: la petite mort

chapter 5: faire l'amour

chapter 6: ace

chapter 7: 1691 maple

chapter 8: you'll hurt me if you don't trust me

chapter 9: little aphrodite

chapter 10: champagne problems

chapter 11: twin flame

✨ chapter 12: birth of venus ✨

epilogue

bonus

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pac: no contact: what do they wish to tell you

♰ P1: three of cups • justice • two of cups 

♰ This person wants to tell you that they have been talking to your friends or their friends on what is the best approach on how to get you back or how they can come forward. This person been talking to their friends and even thinking of wanting to finally commit to you. This person could’ve been a player in the recent past, but now they have put their player days behind them and want to reconcile and offer you a relationship. They are trying to work up the confidence to approach you, but may feel a bit intimidated to make a move, they are scared that you may reject them or that you’ve moved on to a new person.

♰ They wish to tell you that they are still ver much attracted to you. They have tried to forget you or act as if you meant nothing to them, but they were only lying to themselves. They miss your scent, this could be your natural scent or a type of perfume you wear that they love. If you and this person had sex, they think a lot about the sex that they had with you. It plays repeatedly in their head. They could even masturbate to the thought of you or pictures.

♰ If you are dating a new person, this person is extremely jaded and jealous. They may believe that this person doesn’t deserve you and that you should leave that person to be with them. Your person may have tried to move on with other people, but they never measured up to you or touched their heart the way you did. This person wishes that they could tell you that you have the key to their heart and they’re all yours, if you decide to give them a chance. Even when they tried to move on, they always felt deeply connected to you. 

♰ They wish they could tell you how much they love you or how they have fallen head over heads for you whether it’s for the first time or thousandth time. They really love you and hope that you still love them too. 

♰ They wish they could tell you how proud they are of you, in some way, maybe you recently celebrated some type of accomplishment for some, or they want to show you how much progress they have made in their own lives and how they have changed their life around since the last time you saw or spoke with them. They wish they could tell you that you made them a better person and inspired them to do right.

♰ They wish they could bring you on a vacation with just the two of you. They want to get lost in you and remove all the distractions and bullshit. They want to spend quality time together and make up for the time that was lost. 

  ♰ ♰ tarot portion ♰ ♰

♰ three of cups: this person wants their best friend back. They miss the support and the fun times that you had together. They want you back in their lives. They feel so lost without you and long to be in your life again. They talk about you a lot to their friends, trying to figure out how they can get you back and how to fix the mess they created. 

♰ justice: they wish they could tell you how they were wrong and they have since then learned some harsh lessons since you’ve been gone. They want to right their wrongs and bring back harmony and peace in their situation. They want to do right by you this time and offer you a solid commitment that you deserve. 

♰ two of cups: they wish they could tell you that they are ready to put in the effort and reciprocate all the love, support, care, and respect you have shown and given to them. They finally want to work together as a team / unit. They want to tell you that you understand them like no one else has ever tried to. You accept them for who they are never judged them for their shortcomings or flaws. 

channeled messages: 11:11, twin flames, May, March, 8th synastry, 888, red hair, tattoos, Leo, Taurus, stubborn, heart chakra, sacral chakra, solar plexus chakra, “the timing isn’t right”, braids/locs, introvert, accepted, denied, Italy, Africa, Libra, “I’m fucked up over you / this situation,” porn star, bdsm, choking, “you make me so hard/wet”, cybersex, tantric sex, “I love your body”

♰ P2: four of swords • three of cups • five of cups • ace of wands

♰ This person wish that they could tell you that you are their soulmate. They feel a strong connection that exists between the two of you even, if separation is present. Lately they have been trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind this connection and why the two of you were brought together. Although there is separation / no contact, they are still grateful for you coming into their life.  ♰ They wish to tell you that they have been thinking a lot about the you and the separation. They think about how everything used to be and how things are so different and fractured now. They obsessively think about where everything went wrong between the two of you. It almost drives them insane not having a specific reason for why the relationship ended. They try to take their mind off it for a while, but somehow it always comes back 10x stronger to haunt them . They also wish to tell you that the music that they listen to reminds them of you.

♰ They wish they could tell you how they really feel, but they hold themselves back. They act nonchalant or unfazed by the separation, but deep down, they still care more than they let on. They wish that the two could drop the guard and take off the mask and be real with each other for once. They wish they could tell you that they secretly want you back and will be jealous and extremely hurt if you moved on with another person. They also wish they could know how you truly feel about them and if you feel the same way that they feel for you. They think about calling or texting you when they are drunk, just to muster up the courage to say how they feel. ♰ They wish to tell you that none of the other people they have talked to or entertained can compare to you. They cannot find another that can compete with how you made them feel. They want to tell you that you are irreplaceable and unforgettable. For some, if you are wondering if they are entertaining other people, they wish to tell you that they have been loyal and faithful since the separation and aren’t interested in anyone else, but you. ♰ They wish they could tell you that they are taking the time to heal and reflect on everything that has transpired before coming back around. They also wish that there was peace between the two of you and that the two of you can get along. This person won’t show their true feelings, but they are hurting and deeply saddened by the separation. They have deep regrets on how things ended and want so badly to repair things, but are unaware of how to at the moment. 

♰ ♰ tarot portion ♰ ♰

♰ four of swords: This person is currently in the process of healing and taking a break from this connection for the time being. They feel like they need time to reflect on the things that have transpired between the two of you. They feel like this separation / no contact may be the best decision for now to help them get a better understanding and how to resolve the conflict. They are resenting on their actions and trying to take accountability their mistakes. For some, this person wishes to tell you the struggles they are experiencing, this could possibly be their mental health which is making it difficult for them to bring their focus on this connection at the moment. They also wish there was stability within this relationship. ♰ three of cups: They want to reconcile with you. They wish that the two of you can make amends and reconnect in the near future. They wish that they could tell you that they miss and need your support. You kept this person whole and feeling as they weren’t alone in the world. They wish they could tell you that even if the two of you don’t reconcile and get back together, they would still hope that the two of you can be friends.  ♰ five of cups: They wish to tell you how sad they are that the two of you aren’t as close as you should be. They are disappointed with themselves and the outcome of this situation. They wonder if there is any hope for a reconciliation or some type of closure. They wish to tell you that they have finally realized where they went wrong in the connection and they are wondering if it’s too late to fix their mistakes. They regret hurting you or doing something that caused this separation. They want to apologize for their actions.  ♰ ace of wands: They wish for a new and fresh start. They realized that nobody makes them feel so passionate the way you do. They wish to tell you that life has been completely dull and boring without you, you brought life and happiness into their life. They wish to tell you that they miss the intimate moments that they two of you shared and still find you to be sexually and physically attractive. channeled messages: Asian, the past is returning, December, May, 666, 7th house synastry, 9th house synastry, Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo, Aries, Leo, Sag, jealously, “I’m thinking of you”, root chakra, confusion, dishonesty, “ I want you back”, “is there someone else”, braids/locs, piercings, “I’m manifesting us”, “nobody compares to you”, full moon, stubborn, introvert, loyalty, suck & swallow, stroke me, foreplay, strip for me, nice & slow, and experience 

♰ P3: ace of swords • six of pentacles • three of cups • seven of pentacles

♰ This person wishes to tell you that they are planning to see you or contact you very soon, but are trying to figure out an appropriate time to approach you again. This person has been thinking about you for quite some time and may have been stalking your social media to see what you been up to lately. If communication is blocked, this person could have made a fake profile to stalk you or watching you from another person’s account. They also wish that you would unblock them because they want to reach out to you.

♰ This person wishes to tell you that they still feel connected to your energy on a spiritual level, even while in separation. They want to tell you that they feel like the two of you are soulmates, or share some type of karmic connection. They want to tell you that you are the one and onliest person they will ever truly love and believe that fate will bring the two back together.

♰ They wish to tell you how miserable they feel without you. They often find themselves wondering if you are happier without them in your life and if their absence has finally brought you peace. They imagine or have an impression that you are living your best life and enjoying every passing moment of the separation than they are. They wonder if your new attitude is genuine or just a facade to distract you from truth. They also want to know if you are currently seeing other people. For some, you may have a new person in your life, and this person wishes to tell you that they are jealous.

♰ This person wishes that they could get you out of their head. They think about you day and night endlessly that the memories have become too much to bear. They are self-medicating, drinking, smoking, and f*cking to clear their conscious and avoid facing their pain and suffering.

♰ For some, this person wishes to tell you how their life has been going lately. They want to tell you how stressful school or work has been and how they have been stressed and burnt out. They want to tell you the issues going on between them and their family.

♰ Take it if it applies, this person wishes they could tell you how regretful and remorseful they are for being unfaithful to you.

♰ This person wishes they could tell you that they want to make an effort and invest more time into this connection. They are regretful that they did not take this connection more seriously and reciprocate what you gave to them. They want to tell you that they are trying to change for the better and correct their mistakes. They wish to tell you that they are working on themselves to be the best person that you deserve. ♰ ♰ tarot portion ♰♰

♰ ace of swords: this person wishes they could have a honest conversation with you. They want to come clean in a way they have never done before and express their true feelings and intentions. They want to fix whatever issues that caused the disconnect and separation to occur. They want to clear the air and clear up any misunderstandings and confusion that they may have caused. They are ready to own up to their mistakes and put the past behind the two of you.

♰ six of pentacles: this person wishes to bring harmony and balance between the two of you. They want to prove to you that they are willing to put in the effort to win you back. They want to show that they are willing to do whatever they can to give them another chance. They realized that they messed up and that you are one of kind, and that they have to set the record straight and make things right again. 

♰ three of cups: they want to reconcile with you. They realize that they need you in their lives and miss your support, love, and friendship. They remember all the fun times that you and them had together.

♰ seven of pentacles: they wish to tell you that they are willing to nurture and be consistent when it comes to rebuilding this connection. They understand that it will not be easy and will take lots of time, effort, and patience to make this last. They want a long term future with you and they want to show you how serious and committed to you. They want to the two of you to put aside you differences and mature up. They have faith that the two of you can make it work.

channeled messages: Libra, Gemini, Cancer, Scorpio, Aquarius, May, December, family issues, communication blocked, green eyes, self-love, “yes”, spiritual guidance, “I drink and smoke to forget about you”, writer, 3rd house, full moon, college, graduate, casting spells, “you are the first and last thing on my mind when I wake up and go to sleep”, “I’m watching you”, stop looking, Lilith, “i want to kiss you”, new love, divine masculine, co-workers, athletic, good intentions, shower sex, “let me eat it”, one night only, “I’ll make you forget about them” and smoke, drink, and f*ck