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Silence and Peace

Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like Percy very much, until one quiet night changes everything.

Warnings: use of Y/n, female reader, kinda suggestive, no specific cabin,

Wordcount: 1.8k

I'm back! If you have any requests or whatever, send them in! Though I might need a while to finish stuff right now :(

Btw, thinking of making a part 2 of this? What do you think?

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In the quiet hours of Camp Half Blood, when all campers were asleep and nobody could disturb her peace, Y/n sat on the beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore longingly like they were her second home. She watched the ocean come and go. She watched the sand cover her feet and making her sink deeper every time a wave came to her. For her, that was freedom. Long hours of silence. A peace so immaculate nobody could blame her for it. Nobody could make her drown in agony in those moments.

Not even Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. The boy who watched her from afar one night and couldn’t look away ever since. He watched her helping other campers with a mesmerizing look in his eyes. One that screamed at everyone walking past, “that is gonna be my girl.”

And if she loved the ocean so much, she would love him the same, right? Wrong. She wasn’t his girl. She never even though about being his girl. He was always just Percy Jackson. The boy who bullied her for being older but still smaller than him. It wasn’t even that much of time between them. Seven months. Seven months was enough for him to make fun of her. Because Percy had no idea how to get a girls attention otherwise.

So that was his plan. Make her hate him if that was the only way for him to talk to her. Stupid boy.

Percy was stupid; you could ask about a dozen people and they would agree. He wasn’t dumb, but stupid. That kind of stupid that would get defeated by Annabeth after being distracted by a girl walking by. That kind of stupid that would stumble over his own feet when she approached him to complete her duties at camp. That kind of stupid that walked over to her one night and sat down next to her with nothing but static silence and the rapid sound of his heartbeat in his head. He was stupid in love.

“Why do you always watch the ocean but never go in?” He asked, scaring the girl and making her look at him wide eyed.

“I-” she began talking before shutting up. Every time she saw him, she prepared herself to get a snarky remark out of his mouth instead of a civil conversation. Though now he talked to her like a normal person. He talked to her like they were friends. “What are you doing here?”

Percy chuckled, averting his eyes from the moon towards her. Eyes sparkling, a kind of tiredness filling his face. “I don’t think you should be the one asking.”

It wasn’t meant mean. It wasn’t meant harmful in any way. However Y/n received enough comments with the same tone to roll her eyes and look away from him in annoyance. In her head, he wasn’t there to keep her company or even - dare I say - comfort. He was only there to annoy and tease her.

“Look, Percy, I was really enjoying my peace before you came, so maybe, would you be so kind, and leave me alone. Just this once. In the morning you can say whatever you wanna say to me, just not tonight,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and letting her head rest on them, her voice tired and stifled.

Percy looked at the girl like she was going insane. Like somehow she murdered three people and wasn’t afraid for him to be the next. Which, Percy assumed, probably was one thought in her head at the moment. Even when he could never imagine her doing harm to anyone or anything. She was the smart, kind, classy girl in camp. The sweet, blooming field of flowers that everyone adored. Him included. He adored her.

“You know, when I’m seeking peace at night, I also visit the ocean,” he told her, making her look up at him. She was surprised he was still sat next to her, talking in tranquility. It felt foreign, yet normal in a fascinating sense to her. A person can be so different at night. Or was it only because he was at peace now? “Lately it felt like I visited a girl as well.”

It took her a moment, but then she understood what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he came here. It was, however, the first time he made himself known, which surprised her. When you think of Percy Jackson the first adjectives would be sarcastic, extroverted and brave not shy, calm and soft. At least not to her.

“You were watching me?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and, what Percy assumed to be disgust, but actually it was surprise. Y/n was surprised that he seemed interested in her.

“I also like to swim, but that wasn’t possible since you occupied the ocean’s attention for most of the time,” he told her, sighing in acted sadness.

Y/n laughed at his terrible performance, making him smile in return. “You should’ve just walked past. I would’ve been gone in a second if I knew it was you.”

Something in that sentence made Percy’s heart drop. Maybe it was the face that she would’ve been gone. Or maybe it was because she would’ve been gone because it was him. Anyway, something about it made him uncomfortable in his own skin.

“You also could’ve stayed,” he told her, not looking at her, missing the soft smile and tender look dancing in her eyes. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded seeing me without a shirt.” There it was. The comment she waited for, combined with the smirk she knew all too well. Percy was terrible at flirting and she wouldn’t have said what she eventually did if they hadn’t been all alone at this hour.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have.”

Percy’s mouth stood open with surprise, while she shrugged nonchalant and bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh that wanted to escape her so badly. The boy wasn’t used to her actually jump on the joke and tease him back, though he couldn’t deny that he somehow liked it.

After a moment of thinking, he took his chance. Pulling his shirt over his head and making his way towards the water, he turned to her with a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case.”

Y/n wanted to watch the beach, she came specifically to this place to do just that. Watch the waves and the shore and the sky and the moon. Though now her eyes were focusing on something else. She watched Percy dip in the water, breaking the surface, with such gentleness, she wanted him to touch her just the same. She watched him swim for a bit. Watched him look at her and act like he was being attacked to get a laugh out of her. His head sticking out of the water to watch her reaction. When he saw her enjoying his company for once, he smiled back. It was nice knowing to be the reason for one’s happiness. Especially someone you wanted to make happy every day.

As he came back, Y/n tried to keep her focus on the moon, only betraying her quest when Percy sat down next to her again. Shirt still laying next to him.

Percy turned his head, only in time to catch her eyes traveling over his now shivering body. The night air hitting his skin with discomfort.

“You should put your shirt back on or you’re gonna get sick,” she said, looking at him. Her eyes catching a water drop sliding down his face and following it. He ignored her comment but still put his shirt back on.

“When you said that you would’ve gone if I was to just walk past and into the water, was that only because of me or would you have gone if any other person would’ve been in my position?” He asked her, making her look away from him again. She didn’t answer though Percy knew the answer now. “You don’t like me very much.”

“It’s hard to like you, when you constantly try to embarrass me,” she said, finally. Finally she didn’t just walk past him, ignoring his comments like they weren’t meant for her. Though it was obvious to everyone.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Percy admitted. Grover was right, he thought.

After he finally told someone about his crush on the girl, Grover was quick to educate him that that wasn’t the way to get a girlfriend. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he admitted quietly.

Y/n laughed at that, her hand over her mouth. “Why would you want my attention?” She asked him.

“What?” Percy didn’t understand how that seemed so impossible to the girl next to him.

“Percy, be serious. You couldn’t possibly want my attention so bad. I mean, why would you? You have the attention of all the girls, why mine?”

Percy had never been so mad at himself and at her too. He wanted to tell her that he was just joking. He wanted to tell her that he had no idea why he wanted her. But the truth was he knew. He laid awake enough nights asking himself the same question. Then again, he was mad at her for thinking that. He was mad again at her that she couldn’t see all what he saw in her in herself.

“I like you, okay? I really do. I like the way you talk kindly to everyone and I like your smile and your cleverness. I like that you’re always there for everyone and that you listen to me even though I’ve been horrible to you,” he told her it all. Everything that he thought about he told her. “I like your bubbly personality and how you can’t seem to stand normal after staying up for a moment. I like how messy you are and yet put together. I like your face and your eyes and you. I like you for how you are.”

“Well, Jackson, your strategy isn’t really good. I mean, teasing a girl to get her attention usually just works in books,” she told him.

Percy couldn’t believe it. He just poured her a cup of his heart and she decides to dump it into the ocean.

“But this is nice,” she eventually added. “I like this side of you. The quite and vulnerable one. The one who’s flirty and sarcastic in a lovable way. The one who fakes his death to make me laugh.”

“What does that mean now?” Maybe she didn’t dump it all in the ocean. Only a part of it. The part she didn’t like.

“It means that if you show me more of that side, I could eventually start liking you too. Would that be alright?” She asked hoping for a yes and a agreement from him.

She got more though. She got a relieved ‘yes’, a promise and a smiling and blushing boy.

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jyan-daily-life · 9 days

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defending jason grace online is not enough, I need to buy a gun

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Do we think Will Solace will appear in season 3??? Considering in TSATS it's confirmed that they met when Nico first got to camp, before Bianca died (page 89).

idk I think it would be cute to see little Will running around camp and helping Michael at the infirmary

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Future Love Languages of Solangelo fics

The Love Language of Lying will be updated probably May 10th.

(I just have to get through a few assignments and 2 final projects for school.)

IN THE MEANTIME

Here are some hints for future Love Language fics ;)

The Love Language of (⚔️)

The Love Language of (🎁)

The Love Language of (🍽)

The Love Language of (😘)

The Love Language of (😴)

The Love Language of (🎵)

The Love Language of (🩺)

The Love Language of (🕺🏼)

(Blue is Will's POV and purple is Nico's)

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The Prophecy [Oh, Was It Punishment?] Part One

Apollo x Child of Hermes! Reader

Part one Part Two

“No man of mortal blood could ever love you.”

It rings in your ears; the words of Eros haunting you till this day. It was no major exposure like that of Nico’s, who was forced to come out to both Jason and you to appease the love God, but still; you felt as though the ugly truth of your soul was revealed to the two boys and you recall that you never liked surprises. Even though the sentence rushes and pillages through your mind like a crazed wave, you’re strangely enough soothed by it. To know that every worry and concern of your ability to be loved was not from any fault of your own but rather the weaving of the fates comforts you to the point of sighing in relief. It’s not you but what was forced of you, a true demi-god faith if you do say so yourself.

You have never been a stranger to a prophecy, being a big aid to Percy during the war against Kronos and your half-brother, Luke, and being a member of The Eight, destined to defeat Mother Earth herself, Gaia. As much as you despise prophecies you can’t help understand the glory of the previous ones you’ve been a part of. Sure, a couple friends and families die but at least you get the title of Hero of Olympus, am I right? This prophecy [is it even a prophecy or just a God's way of giving a diss] is just downright depressing. Almost as depressing as when your Godly parent was revealed.

At 15 years old, after defeating Atlas and rescuing both Lady Artemis and Annabeth, you stood as an unclaimed child watching as the Gods debated if you should all just be killed. It was only when Artemis was asking you, along with Thalia and Annabeth, to join her hunt did anyone question parentage.

“And you [name], who has not been claimed by God or Goddess alike, allow me to claim you as my own and join as a member of my hunt,” Artemis spoke with such kindness, almost reminiscent of a mother. You shook your head at that thought; she was definitely more like a big sister. Before you could even begin to respond to the Goddess, Zeus raised his hand into the air.

“The child's parent should be given the chance to claim her,” he declared with an air of authority, “before any decisions are made.”

“She is 15 solstices of age, has that not been enough time for the child's parent to claim,” Artemis rebukes with narrowed eyes only to be met with the same expression from her father.

“You first take my daughter, whom I allowed to be given,“ you heard Thalia scoff from beside you, “and now you fight against my order, purposely trying to disobey me in public.” His voice comes out icy and dangerous.

“father -” Apollo nervously begins from the throne beside his sister.

“Quiet Apollon!” Zeus demands. “If any one here owns the child speak now.”

The zoom grows silent, you watch as the Gods’ and Goddess’, interested or not, scanned the zoom waiting for someone to pipe in. Tears built up in your eyes and a lump began to form in your throat, you didn’t even have time to process or even blush when Percy slid his hand into yours, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Your eyes landed on Apollo, to his concerned frown and his perfectly furrowed eyebrow. You recall meeting him barely weeks before now, finding him alluring and bubbly as he chatted with you during the ride on his Sun Chariot. When we got to camp, you remember him engaging with his children in envy. He swung them around and messed with their hair, conversing with them with questions about their hobbies while also never failing to make them all laugh and feel included. You always kind of hoped he was your father ever since you found out you were a demi-god. You sloppily used a bow for a month straight before giving it up; everyone knew Apollo always claimed his kids a month into them being at camp. That didn’t stop you from hoping, from writing poetry and sending offerings to him every meal. Even now you hope he says something, eagerly looking at him like a moth to a light.

“She’s one of mine.” Everyone turned towards the direction of the voice, to Hermes who looked as though claiming you was the last thing he wanted to do that day. It made sense, really, and made you feel stupid for not realizing sooner. Grover always said you were a built in lie detector and you ran faster then anyone in camp, probably anyone in the world. You look up hopefully above your head to nothing; he didn’t even use his sign.

“So,” Artemis said, bringing back the attention to herself, “knowing now the God who conceived you, do you accept my offer to join my hunt?”

All eyes were on you, the deities’ large and looming forms leaned closer as if to hear your answer better even though they had perfect hearing. You once again looked, from Lady Artemis, to Lord Zeus, Lord Apollo and back to your father, Hermes. You caught a hint of interest in his deep brown eyes and sadly, that was all you needed.

“I appreciate your offer, my Lady, but I must decline.” you hear sighs from your friends beside you. Percy once again squeezed your hand, sending you one of his charming smiles that made your stomach weak. Hermes seemed quite happy with himself at your decision, as if he wasn’t forced to claim you moments prior, while Lady Artemis gracefully nodded in acceptance and that was it. There was no pulling you aside to talk with your father or even a look as far as you were aware. He partied into the night during the biggest moment of your life.

That memory fades from your mind, the lavish party of Olympus merging into the end of war celebration at Camp Half-Blood. Just like the former, you had no energy to join in with the festivities. With Leo dead there didn’t seem like there was much point to, the rest of The Eight agreed. From across the haggard bench you sat on, you watched as the sun set down upon the camp. It was poetically finite but still you had a stabbing feeling that this wasn’t finished, you weren’t finished.

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Solangelo’s first kiss is so…. sad?,,,, 😦 like Will basically kissed Nico to comfort him or get him to feel something after feeling numb following Jason’s death,,, it’s so devastating 😭😭😭

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To Belong and Be Loved (A Solangelo College AU) - Chapters 28 & 29

It's my birthday so I am gifting y'all a two part update! <3

Chapter 28: Unexpected - Part 1: Fear

Summary:

Nico had begun to walk off to head back, but he felt someone grab his hand. Spinning around, he saw Will looking at him intently. “Thank you for everything this week, Nico. I honestly don’t think I could have made it without you.” “You don’t need to thank me, Will. Just go pass your test.” Nico squeezed his hand and watched the most beautiful blush flush across Will’s cheeks. They then finally parted ways, and Nico took a deep breath. This was it; he had already decided to tell Will everything after his test. He no longer had any doubts about Will feeling the same or not. Nico could tell there was at least infatuation on Will's end as well. As Nico got to his room, he lay on his bed and let himself imagine how wonderful the rest of this day would be. He was going to tell Will how he felt, and he was going to (hopefully) finally kiss Will. If he was lucky, they would be too busy to watch most of Star Wars. --It's finals week! Which means Nico's self imposed waiting period before confessing is over!

Chapter 29: Unexpected - Part 2: Aftermath

Summary:

Immediate follow-up to events in Chapter 28. Will's reaction.

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i have seen people talking about patrochilles and solangelo interacting and now that i have read tsoa i can only imagine it going incredibly awkwardly.

achilles: hello, i'm achilles, but some call me pelides because my father is peleus.

will: that's nice \(^___^)/ my dad's apollo!

patrochilles: oh! that's not...

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Yeah. This is what being queer is all about. It’s complicated, it’s messy, it’s undefinable by the constructs of language. You can label yourself as one thing but queer identities are never simply that because all people are different. I struggled with this a lot and I still do because no label can really define the way my feelings change as I grow. Mark Oshiro did a great job describing this experience. 🏳️‍🌈💕

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⋆｡°•☁︎ IT'S A NEW ART FORM, SHOWIN' PEOPLE HOW LITTLE WE CARE

⚜ content...(royalty au) court jester! leo valdez x princess! reader

⚜ warning...intense yearning and brutal heartbreak! also just like zeus as a whole lmao-

⚜ author's letter...tbh i had so many plans for this series but, naturally, i didn’t write a single one down lmao. but, honestly?? i’m pretty happy with it!! and honestly, happy to see it done and can’t wait to start working on y’all’s request. i need other peoples ideas sometimes, ya know?? so, i present to you the last chapter, and with that, open my requests! also, ignore how weird the tag list looks, i’m hoping that will fix the issues i’ve been having with tagging lmao-

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a week had since passed, leo and you none the wiser to your father's awareness. the couple continued to sneak around, mostly getting tangled up in the depths of the garden, which even leo was starting to master the layout of. jason had caught on rather quick but swore to keep his lips sealed, valuing his sisters happiness over his fathers no matter what. he'd seen what happened the last time one of his sisters had been disrespected by his father and he couldn't stand to lose another one. leo was invited to the castle nearly everyday, but even you had started to notice that he no longer laughed at his jests. typically, that would cause for the firing of the jester. while you couldn't understand why your father continued to keep him around, you were simply not one to complain. anything to keep that boy close to you.

plus, the king was not one to keep secret for long, clearly a trait his children did not gain from him.

"the jester. what do you think of him?" the king baited over lunch one evening, his tone careful. both of the siblings halted their movements, sharing a glance quicker than light.

"i find him marvelous! which is quite a feat for me-" jason tried to save his sister but was simply cut off, his overly cheery smile slowly slipping off his lips as he noticed his father's cutting eyes trained on his sister.

"no...not you," breathed out the king, a moment of silence settling over them as all eyes turned to the princess who remained unmoved.

"daughter, what do you think of the jester?"

"i have no opinion on the matter," the girl shrugged, returning to her meal like her heart wasn't thudding against her ribcage, surely shattering the bones based on the striking feeling she felt.

"oh, then you won't care if, say, i had him executed," offered the king, returning to his meal as the princess struggled to breath. her golden folks and knives clattered to the table, her free hands rushing to rest above her bleeding heart. her eyes darted to her father, who dared not to look up from his meal.

"yn-" jason tried to save the girl but it was far too late. she was speaking from her heart, from her soul, and it was not to be contained.

"no, i will not have it! he's a good man, father, and you know it! you have no grounds for his murder, none!" the princess cried out, her frustrations leaking out of her strained voice. the king was surprisingly calm, which only caused the girl to shake more. thalia used to refer to it as the 'calm before the storm.' and the clouds were surely brewing, spinning and spewing.

"no grounds?! ha! you, daughter, do not know of what you speak. he is fraternizing with my daughter, the princess. for someone of his lowly status, that is grounds enough," insisted king zeus, his gaze locked on the princess and her heaving chest of rage. the anger slowly slipped off her face, fear invading and shoving her rage to the side quickly.

"what-"

"do not play the fool, girl! i've seen it with my own eyes. letting him touch you? i should have you exiled or publicly shamed for such a crime. let everyone know just how tarnished you are," the king hissed, his smirk growing at the tears that filled the princess' eyes.

"if my love leaves me tarnished, then let me rust in his arms," whispered the girl, the urge to pull her eyes away from her fathers gaze strong but her determination to not let up even stronger. the kings eye twitched but he didn't back down either.

"you do not know of love-"

"and neither do you."

"...you'll regret this, girl. i'll leave you wishing you never met that boy," the king bit out as he rose from his seat and began to march away. the girl quickly scampered out of her seat as well, chasing and tugging at his arm.

"you won't touch him! you simply won't! father, please, i beg of you. i shall never forgive you if you harm him," she screamed and screamed. the king shoved her off him, sending her sprawling to the marble floors of the kingdom.

"i am the king!" he shouted back to the cowering girl, standing over her with a sharp glare, "you do not dare to tell me how to rule. from this point on, the court jester is not of your concern. if i hear of you with him, it will simply make it worse. do you understand?"

the girl looked up at him, this all powerful man, and saw a coward. he was begging just as much as she was, begging her to behave, begging her to not end up like thalia. and for leo? her beloved court jester? she'd do whatever the king asked of her.

even give him up.

"if i agree, will you just expel him? tell him not of what you know, simply banish him from the grounds. let him not return," the girl countered, swallowing thickly at the longshot offer. but, keeping his heart beating was all that mattered now, even if it meant that someday, it would beat for someone else.

"and you'll conduct yourself as a princess should from here on out, no more of this silly love speak? i'll choose who you marry and you'll never see him again, as long as i shall live. you swear?"

"i-...i swear, as long as you shall live, father."

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when leo came to the castle that day, he had never expected to be let go.

sure, he'd notice the king's decline in laughter, but figured the princess was putting in enough of a good word to keep him around. but, upon his arrival, the king was quick to dismiss him, talking about how he was never to return and how he was lucky someone had spoken in his good favor. leo took it like a champ, bowing and thanking the king profusely despite the fact that he didn't want to. and as he turned to leave, his eyes lingered on the princess' empty chair but he said nothing. he figured if the princess wanted to see him out, she would have. instead, she chose not to be present, surely over him and his rather shallow pockets. she'd move on, marry a prince she deserved and he'd be nothing more than a summer fling held like a secret. and he could live with that, knowing he'd never love another like her.

"wait! wait!" a voice called after leo, causing the court jester to halt his movements and turn, taking in the sight of the prince hurriedly rushing after him.

"how can i be of service, your grace?" leo asked, tilting his head downwards in a half-hearted bow. he'd already been fired, he figured, not much more to lose.

"this- this is for you. it explains it all. my sister, she...she's forbidden from seeing you. our father discovered your relationship and forced her to give you up," explained the prince, who held out an envelope, and leo raised a brow at the boy.

"you should look into storytelling, dear prince, i think you'd be rather proficient at it," mused the court jester, turning on his heels once more to continued his long walk home.

"it's the truth! why do you not believe me, jester?! do you honestly think she'd give you up for nothing short of the heavens above? she is saving your life and you think it funny?" jason hissed, marching up to the jester and pulling him back. the boy jolted at the prince's touch, shocked hands reaching to hold the letter that was shoved against his chest up.

"what?" questioned leo, tilting his head in intrigued.

"my father was set to have you beheaded for touching her. she gave you up, gave up her freedom to marry who she pleases, all for your life. she loves you enough to never see you again, don't you understand?" jason pestered, his blue eyes begging the jester to understand. and based on the tears building, he did. leo understood all too well what the princess had given for him, as he knew he'd do the same. leo's eyes darted down to the letter before turning to the prince with a determination that had the boy smirking as he knew a clever plan was about to be enacted.

"which window belongs to her room?"

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knowing your court jester was probably long gone by now, you had no shame curling up in your room and simply sobbing, draped over your bedspread. the maids had done their best to console you but it was to no avail. there was no fast remedy for a broken heart, especially not a heart broken by the princess herself.

and just barely over her sniffling and sobbing, the girl heard something clatter against her window. thinking herself mad, she simply ignored it the first few times. though, following the fifth thunk against her window, the girl was rising from her bed and marching to the balcony, wiping at her tears with the sleeves of her gown as she threw the doors open.

"who goes there?" she called into the night, her eyes scanning the grounds from which she could see. she frowned as her eyes caught on nothing, giving it a few more glances before turning to return to her room.

"it's simply me, princess," a familiar voice called, a voice the girl was sure she'd never hear more than in her dreams from this day forwards. without a second more, she rushed back, leaning over the balcony and nearly bumping into the court jester. he had climbed his way up the ivy, a few scratches here and there, but he'd suffer the wrath of a million soldiers for that girl. a few cuts from a plant were nothing in comparison.

"oh, leo, i-...i never thought i'd see you again," cried the princess, reaching out and ghosting her hand over his cheek. he offered her a gentle look and smile, leaning into her faint touch.

"i couldn't leave without seeing my princess," he replied and the girl simply melted at his words, but her soft and loving look that she only reserved for him was rapidly devolving into something heartbroken and distraught. she pulled her hand back, shaking her head gently.

"you must go, leo. if my father hears of this, he'll have you killed in the most brutal of ways. i...i cannot allow that to happen. go, please, i beg of you," the princess whispered out, forcing herself to take a step back. she never wanted to leave him, force him out, but his life was far more valuable than her time spent with him.

"my princess," leo breathed out, the girl forcing another step away from him as she began to shake and cry once more.

"go...do not do this. if you are killed, i shall simply cease to exist for my heart will have no reason to keep beating."

"i shall leave, but, be mindful of me, my beloved. if, when your swear is up, you seek me out, know my heart will be lying in wait for you. as it only beats when you are near, halting when you are no longer in view," mused leo, watching the girl take in his words, connecting her eyes with his honey brown ones for what they knew to be the last time.

"i shall hold you to that, my jester."

"good, for that is my only hope, my princess."

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many years would come to pass from that night. the life carried on, the world halts for no man, not even one in love. the princess would be courted by many but never married. the king would grow sick and pass without much of a fight, uncharacteristic for the king. and the court jester would think nothing of it, having faint memories of a promise to his love but the years fading the promise to nothing more than nostalgia on a time long since past. on a love long since lost.

until, there was a knock on his door.

when swung open, it revealed the princess - his princess. they'd both aged, grown and changed in the years that passed. but, from the moment the door was swung open, it was like no time had passed at all. the love was still there, still just as strong, just as gut wrenching. it was like watching a metal rust in speeds immeasurable - brutal and painful but warm to the touch of their skin and souls. leo's promise came back to him, a gentle but familiar smile stretching over his face.

"my princess, you came looking."

"well, i figured i kept you waiting long enough, my jester."

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*leo glaring at percy*

Percy *sighs*: Look, Leo, I'm sorry but I had no choice, I had to leave Calypso. I feel bad about it everyday.

Leo *jealous after seeing Jason call Percy his best bro*: ...Calypso? Oh! uh yeah. fuck you, man.

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𓇼 sing it my babe (bigger than you ever did) !

pairing.. jason grace x neptune!reader

synopsis.. what's better than finishing off a quest at the beach?

contents.. no pronouns for reader, he lives au, established relationship, talking abt the future, maybe i got sad at the end who knows (1.4k)

current disc.. surf — w2e

These days, the winds have been kind to you. They sigh and slipstreams along the car’s chassis, silk-like. The sky is spotless, an endless stretch of blue kissing the glittering waves at a far-off horizon.

No mishaps—during your stay (or rather, quest) down in San Diego, there hadn’t been a single speck of dust irritating your eyes nor an offhand breeze blowing the wrong way.

It’s just clear skies and lustrous sunshine. Jason knows this because he’s the one with his fingers pulling at the weather’s strings.

How could he not when you’ve got the window open, basking in the sunlight with your skin lit warm and heaven-sent, eyes shut and a thin smile carved into your mouth?

The wind is kind to you, and Jason makes sure of that. You hum quietly and he’s already slowing down the eddies air to hear you ask if he could pull over by the surf.

His thumb presses into the divot of your knee gently, his other palm cupping the steering wheel.

“They’re expecting us back by tomorrow morning.”

You shift, turning away from the window and the glittering sun. “Come on, it’s only gonna be an hour max, swear. I miss the ocean.”

( Jason’s always reluctant, a habit he hasn’t been able to drop even though he knows he can’t ever say no to you. It’s one of the unlearnable things the legion has taught him. )

The son of Jupiter sighs forlornly, takes his hand off your knee and puts it on the wheel to pull off the road. You snicker victoriously, smile lines digging into your face to much of his delight.

It’s good that he’s already dressed in a pair of plain, navy board shorts and a linen shirt, although those were the only clothes he had that weren’t maimed, shredded, or soaked in ichor.

You eye him as he slides out of the car with a sharp grin; ah, if only he’d known how good of a plotter you are. You’ve been planning this from the start.

Clouds churning on the surf, gemstones sewn into every glittering wave. The sea foam goes up to your shins, the hems of your rolled-up pants dampened with salt water. Jason wonders briefly if you’d been a sea nymph in your last life.

His heart threatens to burst when a wave explodes and your smile is framed by the curl of the water, veined with foam and eddying blue and green.

You laugh, some kind of heaven-sent song, and it’s all he needs to slide out of his sneakers and socks and trod down the beach, sand burning at his heels.

Jason stands at the surf, watches how the sea rolls up to kiss the shore, how the sand covers his feet after the tide drains away. Another wave rushes past the tideline, lapping at his knees.

You laugh again and Jason’s sure that it’s all he’ll hear when he listens to sweet music for the rest of his life. You beckon to him and his stomach does a little thing, roiling towards you like the tide.

“I’m stuck,” he calls out, sand caking around his ankles and trapping him up to his knees. You’re standing somewhere impossibly farther, the tide lapping at your ankles even though it should be well past your waist.

Neptune advantages, Jason guesses. He runs his fingers through his hair, adjusts his glasses while you open up a shallow channel in the water and sprint towards him, the splashes of your feet sending beads of salt water glimmering in a mist.

Jason’s a bit helpless when you near, lets you kiss him right then and there, legs baked into the damp sand and board shorts half-drenched. He doesn’t mind—at least he can’t flounder and lose his balance with the way he tastes salt on your tongue when it brushes over his scar.

You pull his glasses off gently with a clack, and he’s breathless, infinitely closer when he kisses you back.

( The perfect son of Jupiter down bad for a Neptune kid. The officials at Camp approve of you and him begrudgingly, but if they saw him now they’d be throwing full fits. )

He lets his arms rest in a circle around your waist, nose buried in the juncture of your neck. Your skin tastes of salt there, too. Jason nearly loses himself in the calm, lulled away by the gentle ebb of the sea, the wash of sand off his legs.

“What if we ran away?” he asks, spine unfurling so he can press the words into your temple. Jason knows it’s not like him to ignore his responsibilities, but it’s about time that he can allow himself to be selfish. Another kiss above your ear. “Had an apartment next to the beach and did this every day?”

Your fingers knot into his, tugging him slowly away from the tideline. “You’d go back eventually.”

You’re right—you know Jason better than he knows himself because he’s fed you his secrets by hand. Relished how your mouth cleaned the worst of his wounds, basked in the trace of your fingers like a balm to a bruise.

“But it’s a good idea, right?” He’s picking up his sneakers, shaking the sand out of them. “Like…if we retire together.”

You give him a small smile, close mouthed, furtive. He wants to kiss it off your face and listen as you tell him that everything’s going to be okay.

“So,” you twine your pinky around his, skin sun-warmed, “in a few years, after we turn twenty-one-something and I have ten years of service, we’ll head to the college and get degrees.”

Jason returns your smile, lips equally close and eyes equally as soft. “Then after, we’ll move down here—”

“—using your pontifex salary, and rent an apartment.”

“And we’ll move into a house in another two-ish years, yea?”

You’re clambering into the driver’s seat, and Jason shuts the door after you, walking around and sliding into the passenger’s. Like him, you put your hand over his kneecap, thumb pressing into the divot on the side.

Continued, “Yea, and then you can fly kites and I’ll teach people how to surf.”

“Kites?” Jason laughs, rolling up the window and resting the side of his head against the cool glass.

You shrug, turning the keys and jumping when the radio comes to life. “Obviously,” you tell him, dialing down the volume. “You can control the wind. And if anyone at Camp ever needs us, we’ll have a little sailboat to help them.”

“Oh,” he almost gasps, watching the sun kiss the horizon. His breaths cloud on the window. “What if we lived in a lighthouse?”

You tap your temple with a grin, gazing at him from your periphery and pulling onto the road. “My boyfriend’s so smart. It has to be big enough for your friends, but not too big if my brother’s gonna stay.”

Jason groans. “I’m telling Percy.”

“Annabeth can sneak him in anyway, I don’t see why we need another room if they’re staying together,” you exclaim in defense. Jason laughs, scar pulling taut, puts his hand over yours on his knee. Your skin is soft, opposite to the calluses on his palm.

A heartbeat passes, but to Jason, hand over yours, a laugh frozen in his lungs, it feels like a lifetime. He can almost feel the future between his fingers.

“You really think we can do it?” he asks, suddenly soft, an ebb in the flow of conversation. Your grin goes quiet, melting to just a curve carved onto your mouth.

You hum, a hymn carried slow by the soft bumbling of the car over the road. “Yea, I think so.”

“That’s good,” Jason says, squeezing your hand, and your grip grows firm, steady on his knee. Like you’re holding on and making sure that he’s really there. His back aches, entry scars long healed-over biting beneath his shirt. “I think so too.”

“We should start after we get back, right?”

( Jason doesn’t know if this happened or not, the details lost to dreams, but he thinks that you must have asked:

“Do you think about getting married?”

Sleep-threaded, “Sometimes.”

A hum. A squeeze of both your hands. Something enthralling snaking around the rungs of his ribs. Keeping the thing nestled between his lungs warm. )

He’s on the precipice of sleep, sky long having gone dark, the last vestiges of light straggling on the horizon. Mumbles, “Yea, let’s.”

p.s.. after the burning maze (may 2018) i actually havent so much as touched a single riordan book to this day (may 2024),,,, yea no chalice of the gods or sun and the star or the rest of toa, younger me was done after jason 😭😭

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jyan-daily-life · 11 days

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Let's not forget that the first time Porphyrion saw Jason, he asked if he was Hermes or Ares(the literal God of War, everybody). He has also been mistaken for a Greek God.

Yes, Percy has the looks of a god, but so does my boy Jason Grace.

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jyan-daily-life · 12 days

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So I got this from a book but a truth and dare game with Luke where she has to lick whip cream of him. You can do whatever you want with this prompt but like a smut could be nice.

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

this single request itself made me wanna try it, love you <3

warnings: teasing, kissing, s3xual tension, food play, drinking, oral (f receiving), mutual m4sturbation, unprotected s3x, possessive!luke at times, biting, f1ngering, chocking, also this is SO LONG, I’M SORRY

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

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The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows on the faces gathered around the hidden clearing. You all had managed to sneak away from the watchful eyes of Chiron and Mr. D for a game night in the woods. The air buzzed with the energy of a rebellion and contagious laughter – a night of games for the older campers, fueled by salty and sweet snacks and stolen alcohol —a sweet thank you to the Hermes’ cabin—. Laughter and playful groans punctuated the evening as truth or dare, with a twist, played out. Two decks sat in the center of the circle – red for dares, blue for truth.

Silena patiently waited as Clarisse read a red card out loud. "Whoever you find most handsome, kiss them" the card declared, "or take a shot." A playful smile spread across Silena´s lips, her gaze lingering for a beat too long on Charles Beckendorf. A blush crept up her neck as the others hooted and hollered.

"Come on, Silena" Connor Stoll, Hermes' resident prankster, prodded her with a playful jab. "Don't be shy, show us who the lucky guy is!"

With a playful toss of her hair, she leaned across the circle, her eyes meeting Beckendorf's for a fleeting moment before landing a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. Beckendorf, caught off guard, sputtered and stammered, his face mirroring Silena's blush. The clearing erupted in cheers and teasing whistles.

The teasing went back and forth, fueling the already lively atmosphere. Next, it was Beckendorf's turn. He scanned the circle, eyes falling on a tall and skinny guy sipping on the last drops of his beer.

“Travis” he called. “Truth or dare?”

Travis, ever the clown, leaned back on his elbows, a confident smirk plastered on his face. "Dare" he replied, popping the r out.

Beckendorf announced the dare after picking up a card: "Take off the socks from the person on your right with your teeth, or take two shots." A collective groan rose from the circle. Lee Fletcher happened to be Travis' unfortunate neighbor.

"Come on, Trav" Luke chimed in, a playful look in his eyes. "Those feet are all fresh and sweaty for ya'." The rest of the group roared with laughter, picturing the image of Travis attempting the sock removal with his teeth.

Travis, with a grimace that contorted his face, finally managed to grab Lee's sock with his teeth and yank it free. He held the sweaty trophy aloft, earning another round of cheers and jeers.

Meanwhile, Luke couldn't help but steal glances at you, sitting next to him. The firelight cast your features in a warm glow, highlighting the soft curve of your lips and the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders like a waterfall. The scent of your perfume, a mix of strawberries and something else he couldn't quite place, filled his senses, making his heart pound a little faster. He found himself captivated by your laugh, the way your lips curved into a smile as you spoke, or the way your brow furrowed in concentration when you contemplated a dare. Sitting next to you felt like being next to a goddess, both exhilarating and intimidating, just like the rest of your sisters; girls from cabin ten.

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Travis scanned the circle, his eyes stopping on you. You met his eyes, a playful sparkle in your own, as if daring him to choose you.

“yn, truth or dare?”

You took a swig of your beer, the cold liquid a welcome contrast to the warmth blooming in your cheeks under his scrutiny. "Dare" you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtatious defiance.

A surprised whistle escaped his lips. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to choose the more daring option, you´ve been picking truth all night. He reached for a card from the red deck, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The silence grew thick as he scanned the card.

A barely audible chuckle escaped his lips as he read the card. "Alright, pretty girl" he began, drawing out the words for dramatic effect, " 'Lick whipped cream out of the person on your left's neck, or take a shot.'"

A collective gasp rippled through the group, followed by teasing comments towards Luke. "Castellan's lucky tonight!" Connor hollered, patting his back. "Looks like you owe cabin ten a thank you, man."

Luke felt his cheeks burning like rubies. He tried to appear confident, as he always was, a casual slouch to his posture, but the rapid thump of his heart betrayed his cool facade.

You just stared at him for a moment, a nervous yet malicious smirk on your lips. You enjoyed the sight of him suddenly all red and flustered, a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanor. He looked as cute as ever. "Well?" Katie asked, shrugging your shoulder playfully. "Whip cream or a shot?"

And how could you resist the dare? A chance for your lips to brush against the warm skin of Luke's neck in a gesture that was more intimate than any game dared to be? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness. Licking the sweet whipped cream off him, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your lips... it was too tempting to pass up, and the possibilities were simply intoxicating.

Ignoring the teasing catcalls and whispers, you turned to Katie with a sly smile. "Where's the whipped cream?" you asked, knowing full well that Silena had brought a large bag of candy, a can of whipped cream nestled amongst the chocolate bars and sour gummies.

Your question erupted into another wave of cheers and whistles. Luke, meanwhile, felt like his insides were about to explode. He felt like a churning cauldron of emotions – nervousness, excitement, a burning desire dancing in his stomach.

Silena tossed the can to you. You caught it in the air, the coldness of the metal a stark contrast to the heat burning in your cheeks. You met Luke's gaze once more.

"Looks like you're about to get a little messy" you declared, getting on your knees now for a better access. With a sweet but weirdly evil smirk, you shook the can, the hiss of the pressurized cream a prelude to the sweet mess you were about to create.

As Luke held your gaze, a slow smile spread across his face. He knew this was a chance, one he couldn't afford to miss. "Alright" he sighed, chest heaving up and down in one hard and heavy movement, his voice rough with suppressed nervousness but laced with an undercoat of confidence. He tilted his head slightly to the left, offering you a better angle, his final invitation. "Do your thing."

The weight of his words, the vulnerability in his gesture, sent a jolt through you. Luke's neck, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, looked impossibly inviting, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the dark fabric of his shirt.

Taking a slight breath, you placed a few dollops of whipped cream on the side of his neck. The coldness sent a jolt through him, making him flinch and hiss lowly. A wave of whispers rippled through the group, a mixture of nervous anticipation and excited curiosity.

Luke caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye. You tossed your hair to the side, the movement exposing completely one of your shoulders. In that moment, under the watchful gaze of the fire and their friends, he felt himself going faintly insane with a mixture of desire and nervousness.

You leaned closer, the sweet scent of your perfume filling his senses. As you both closed your eyes at the same time, the air crackled with electricity. Your tongue, soft and warm, darted out with boldness. Pulling down on the collar of his shirt to avoid a mess, your other hand flew to the back of his neck, holding him gently in place.

The gentle rasp of your tongue against his skin sent shivers down his spine. It was a slow, deliberate movement, almost reverent, seductive, as you savored the sweetness of the whipped cream and the warmth of his skin beneath it.

Your actions were hot enough for his cock to start hardening against his cargo pants, painfully. But he has to thank the gods for luckily sitting in a position in which he was covering it.

He pressed his lips together, and apparently, that made his friends laugh. He could hear the soft gasps of your breath as you worked your way around the whipped cream blob, the sound echoing in his ears like a siren's song.

Luke felt like a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with awareness. He couldn't believe what was happening. The gentle touch of your lips made him feel as if a hundred ants walked down his spine, his heart thundering in his chest. He was trying so hard to hold back a moan.

He tried to imagine something else, literally anything, but whenever he tried, the only thing he could picture was you with him in his room, pouring whipped cream all over his neck and just licking, like a cat, as he tilted his head back and you bit down on his pulse, you whispered in his ear, you moaned loudly, you let him touch you.

He was a dead man.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, you pulled away.

"There" you said, your voice barely a whisper. "All clean"

Luke opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on your lips, cherry lip-gloss long gone, as you finished licking off the last bit of your sweet treat. You met his gaze. Neither of you spoke.

A loud cough from Connor broke the spell. "Well, that was..." he began, searching for the right words, "intense."

“Yeah” Chris joined in, suddenly grabbing Clarisse’s hand and turning to her. “Can we do it?”

The moment was broken, the playful environment resuming its place. A wave of laughter washed over the group when the night took an unexpected turn. Soon, the whipped cream became a must along your friends.

Travis´ eyes landed on a weak Lee. The following minutes were filled with chaos and laughter as Travis chased Lee around the nearby trees, whipped cream can in hand, finally managing to catch him and plant a sloppy glob of cream on his neck. Lee's retaliatory attempt at tickling Travis only resulted in both of them collapsing in a heap of loud laughs.

The game continued, couples forming and reforming with each dare. Beckendorf and Connor, fueled by a rivalry, ended up smearing whipped cream on each other's faces, resulting in a food fight of sorts. Silena and Katie shared a non-stop giggly mess as they licked cream off each other's cheeks.

Even Clarisse, despite her initial resistance, found herself cornered by Chris.

By the time everyone´s face was sticky, exhaustion had settled in. As the fire crackled down to embers, casting long shadows across the clearing, everyone decided it was time to head back to their cabins.

The walk back was filled with drunken stumbling and whispered jokes. Silena and Clarisse, whose tolerance for alcohol was notoriously low, were stumbling back to their cabins, supported by their patient friends.

You walked behind them, a smile playing on your lips as you watched the scene unfold, bag of leftovers snacks swinging on your wrist.

Behind you, Luke admired your figure bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the trees. Your hips, swaying with each step you took, were basically asking him to be grabbed, to be pulled. So did your hair, bouncing and shining on its on and he wondered what it would feel like to have it wrapped around his hand. His mind couldn't help but flash back to the way your tongue had felt, flat and warm, against his skin. It was a sensation that gave him goosebumps even now, a memory that made his brain feel like melted butter.

He also found no way of getting rid of his boner. His pants were a little baggy, and his friends were drunk, but still, he was just walking around camp, with a boner, and the girl that gave it to him was walking just five feet ahead.

His train of thought was abruptly derailed by a booming voice. "Alright, guys" Beckendorf announced, his voice thick with concern, "I think I'm going to take Silena back to my cabin" he turned his head behind him. “She seems a little too excited, actually” he says, as you all watch Silena´s figure almost falling to the ground as she reaches the Hephaestus cabin.

The others murmured agreement, offering sleepy goodbyes and pats on the back. You joined the chorus, your voice a gentle murmur.

Unlike many of the other campers, whose siblings populated Camp Half-Blood year-round, you were one of the few who stayed all year, along with Silena some months. With the winter season in full swing, your cabin stood empty, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional curious critter.

"You alright?" you heard beside you.

Luke, walking next to you now, seemed to pick up on your quiet contemplation. He cast you a sidelong glance, his face unreadable in the dim light.

You pulled a small smile from the corner of your lips. "Yeah, just-, realizing I have the whole cabin to myself tonight."

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

"Well, then" he began, his voice a low rumble, "Want me to walk you there so you don´t go alone?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as Luke's offer hung in the air.

"My cabin's not too far away, Luke" you teased, pointing towards a cluster of trees in the distance. A flash of pink peeked through the branches – the lace curtains that adorned the windows. "See? I can practically see it from here. You just really wanna spend more time with me, don't you?"

A faint blush crept up Luke's neck. He wasn't used to being so transparent, especially not around you. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Then I guess" he stammered, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. "that my company is not wanted?"

You couldn't help but laugh, a melodic sound that echoed through the stillness of the night and ringed inside Luke´s ears. Deep down, you knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. The dare had awakened something inside you, a flicker of something warm and exciting burning in your belly. Looking at Luke now, bathed in the cool moonlight, you saw him differently. The way his hair tousled in the gentle breeze, the way his dark eyes held a depth you hadn't noticed before – it all made your stomach twist and tighten.

You placed both hands on the back pockets of your jeans. “When did I say that?” you ask.

A slow smile spread across Luke's face, mirroring your own. He couldn't deny the truth in your words. This playful back and forth shattered a barrier, revealing a connection neither of you had anticipated. His gaze drifted down to your lips for a second.

You noticed. Just as you noticed his hardened dick hidden inside his pants.

As you continued walking, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. The thought of him, his touch, his nearness, sent a hot wave through your stomach. It wasn't just about his good looks, though you couldn't deny his attractiveness. It was the unexpected intimacy, which was in fact, not so intimate due to your friends’ stares but, it left you with an empty feeling in your chest. It left you wanting more. More about Luke.

And then, it all just made sense.

As you reached the front door of your cabin, you turned around on your feet towards Luke. His eyes were wide and shiny in anticipation, waiting for you to speak. "So," you began, your voice dripping with feigned innocence, "since my company is apparently so delightful, how about you come inside for a bit?"

Luke blinked, surprised by your sudden offer. "Inside?" he echoed.

"You've never even been inside my cabin, have you? Don't you at least a little bit curious about what it looks like?"

You knew your question was a blatant and dirty lie. Luke likely knew the layout of every cabin at Camp Half-Blood, even though it is true that he only took small look from your cabin when the door was open, never fully stepping inside. But it was a way to gauge his interest. You knew how to play.

Luke shifted on his feet, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He wasn't sure if you were serious or just messing with him, but the invitation, whether genuine or not, was tempting. The thought of spending a little more time with you, alone, in the privacy of your cabin, made him think twice.

"Well," he began, his voice rough with well hidden desire, "if you want me to”

The sweet, cloying scent of perfume hit him first, a heady mix of flowers and vanilla that instantly relaxed his nerves. The walls were painted a soft, rosy pink, trimmed with crisp white molding. Pastel blue and green curtains adorned the windows, their gentle hues echoing in the twin beds adorned with pale blue sheets, a stark contrast to the brown bunks of his Hermes cabin.

Instead of the communal sleeping arrangements he was accustomed to, each camper here enjoyed the luxury of their own space. Twin beds stood side-by-side, separated by a blue dresser that boasted a large mirror and neatly organized drawers overflowing with what he could only assume were makeup and beauty products. In the corner, a chest with your name painted in a cheerful font held your personal belongings, and the space above your bed showcased an assortment of pin-ups – Hollywood starts and sultry singers plastered across the wall alongside a few candid photos of your friends, their faces beaming with laughter.

As Luke took in the scene, you walked further into the cabin, the plastic bag of leftover snacks crinkling in your hand. You tossed it onto the bed, rummaging through your chest for a change of clothes.

Suddenly, a small, gushing sound startled you. You looked up to find Luke standing directly in front of your bed, eyes sparkling like a little kid. In his hand, he held the can of leftover whipped cream, a playful white dollop clinging to his finger.

"Really?" you asked, a surprised laugh escaping your lips as you watched him contemplate licking it off. The audacity of the move, the playfulness in his eyes, made your insides twist.

"Don't judge me" he said. "I didn't get to lick it off someone's neck like everyone else did"

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His words were a playful accusation, but the way he looked at you, the way his gaze lingered on your lips for a beat too long again, it was more than just whipped cream he craved.

You stood up slowly, a smile playing on your lips. Walking towards him, you stopped just out of reach. "Because you didn't want to" you teased, your voice laced with a hint of playing.

Luke met your gaze, his smile fading into a more serious expression. "Honestly, no, I didn't" he admitted, looking down at you from his taller height. "In front of everyone, I mean."

You tilted your head, a knowing smile gracing your features. "Why not?" you pressed, your voice a gentle murmur.

"I was thinking," he began, you immediately catch up on his nervousness, "that maybe... maybe I could do it privately."

A slow smile spread across your face again. “Privately, huh?" you echoed, your voice a teasing murmur. “Who with?"

He scoffed. “Isn´t is obvious?”

A shiver danced down your spine at his words. You couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you, the delicious anticipation that hung heavy in the air.

With a playful and exaggerated sigh, you sat on your bed, sinking down onto the soft mattress. You look up at him, resting both of your hands behind you, making yourself as comfortable as possible.

He stared down at you, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. He took a second to sit down next to you, the close proximity making your heart beat just a little louder, and the tip of your fingers sweat. The scent of your perfume, a sweet and intoxicating mix, filled his senses.

"Can I?" he asked.

You simply nodded. “Sure” you say. Every fiber of your being was waiting for him to follow in your footsteps, to recreate the intimate touch of your earlier dare.

Bingo.

You were convinced he was going for the same part of your body that you did on his, but instead, you felt the coolness of his fingertips against your skin as he gently pulled down the collar of your tank top, exposing the delicate curve of your collarbone and the top part of your breast.

A gasp escaped your lips as the coolness of the whipped cream hit your skin. Without missing a beat, Luke took tossed the can aside and, mimicking your earlier action, swiped his tongue across the exposed skin.

The cold sensation of the whipped cream mingled with the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, savoring the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

His movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing a lazy path across your skin. It was a stark contrast to the playful swipe you'd given him earlier, a wet touch that made both of you, very clearly, what this whole thing was about.

A soft moan escaped your lips, barely audible but undeniably present. Luke's breath hitched at the sound, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp nip on your collarbone. Luke had bitten down slightly, the sensation sending a confusing feeling towards your chest.

"Gods, Luke, that's-" you gasped, the word dying on your lips as a wave of pleasure washed over you when his teeth grazed over it again. You didn't even care to finish your sentence, too lost in the whirlwind of emotions his touch ignited.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you. He licked off the last bit of the sweet treat from your skin, mimicking the way you'd cleaned him earlier.

"There" he said, his voice thick with mockery. "All clean."

You stared at him, your eyes glazed over with a desire that mirrored his own. You felt like a wild animal, unleashed and untamed. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your breath coming in ragged gasps from your parted lips. Your collarbone glistened with saliva, a testament to the intimacy you'd just shared.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You smashed your lips against his in a hungry kiss. It was a kiss unlike any you'd ever experienced, raw and desperate, fueled by the tension that had been building between you all night.

Luke, caught off guard for a moment, quickly responded, his kiss turning passionate and possessive. He slipped one hand behind your back, pressing you closer, the other finding its way into your hair, tilting your head for a deeper kiss.

You tangled your fingers in the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you fell onto the bed. He followed willingly, his body hovering over yours. That dare. That fucking dare. It had morphed into something far more intense, a stolen moment of passion that threatened to consume you both.

The taste of whipped cream was there, with the heat of his kiss, a bizarre yet strangely intoxicating combination. Your senses were on fire, your body yearning for more. You reached up, your fingers tracing the planes of his face, memorizing the feel of his strong jawline, the slight stubble that brushed against your skin.

As the kiss deepened, his hand found its way under your shirt, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. You gasped, a mixture of surprise and delight at his touch.

Your response was immediate when he started to graze his fingertips down your spine. You arched your back into his touch, a wordless plea for more. When he reached to your lower back, he grabbed your hip and pulled you impossibly closer to his body.

You felt his boner pocking on your inner thigh. You wondered how many hours he just spent with his dick painfully hardened, because you don’t really remember how many hours have passed since you chose dare as an option.

Your hands were quick to start pulling Luke’s shirt over his head. He only stopped kissing you to fully remove it and toss it to the ground, lips slamming against yours once again. He held a tight and possessive grab at your jaw, he didn’t want to let go of you.

The tip of his fingers trailed down your neck, your collarbone, a slow path down your body and over the fabric until his finger hooked your jeans, using a single had to get rid of the button, and quickly making it disappear along with his shirt.

“Why are you wearing this?” his voice had gone lower, his throat dry. He looked perfect like this, lips glistening with your saliva, hair messy and a finger hooked on the side of your light pink laced thong.

You couldn’t help but roam your eyes down his torso. The many years of training gifted him with a toned and well-worked body. His veins popped out with ease, starting on his biceps and getting more and more noticeable on his hands, manly, big and rough hands. You bit down on your lip for a moment, fingers tracing down his abdomen, he hissed at your cold fingers against his heated skin.

“It’s just my underwear, Luke” you explain. “Don’t like it?”

Instead of answering, the hand that was holding onto your tiny peace of underwear started trailing up your torso, flat against your stomach and all the way up to your sternum. He felt the soft fabric of your bra and gave you a lopsided smile. “I’m just hoping that this is matching”

And he got rid of your tank top. And it was, in fact, a matching set.

Luke couldn’t help but think that maybe you planned it all. Your cute lacy matching set, the empty cabin, the game. His mind started to race, circuits inside his brain working like a machine.

He hovered over your body again, trailing kisses around your neck. You moaned at the first one since he immediately found your sweet spot on the right side of it, goosebumps all the way from your skull to the bottom of your spine. “Was this all-, some plan of yours?” he asked, rushed voice and breaths coming out in gasps as he started to suck on your neck.

You giggled. “No, it wasn’t. But I was hoping for it-, oh” you moaned, pulling on his hair when he released his suck on your skin with a bop, but you felt his fingers trail up your inner thigh, knuckles brushing against your heated core.

“How?” he asked, slow and painfully teasing movements against your panties, occasionally focusing too much on your clit, making you gasp a little louder as you gripped on his bicep.

“I might have read all the cards earlier” you begin. “And I might have asked Silena to get me some whip cream with your cabin. Just in case I got to-, to do it with you. That’s why I wanted you to sit next to me”

Luke chuckled lowly, beads from his necklace tickling the skin on the base of your neck. “So it was a plan”

“No” you shrug off, feeling his lips against your neck again, sucking greedily. “I just, I wanted it. But I wasn’t sure it was gonna happen. I didn’t know this was gonna happen either”

Luke enjoyed so much the way you couldn’t even speak without letting out a moan or two in every sentence. He felt the fabric of your underwater getting wetter by the second. He listened to you and replied with little “hm’s” as if it was a casual conversation; a conversation in which you had him in your bed, almost naked, as he left bruises down your neck and you had his fingers teasing your entrance, hips rolling against his touch.

“You’re evil” he says. But it’s not you who’s touching him so boldly. It’s not you who leaves him wanting more, it’s not you who teases. But him.

So you let your hand make its way to his cargo pants, slipping past them and his boxers, directly going for his cock. A strangled moan escaped his lips, followed by his chest heaving up and down, surprised by your sudden movement. It felt hot against your hand, hot and heavy and you knew, that it was the hardest Luke has even been.

Your cupped hid balls just for a moment before you started to slowly ascent, finally reaching for his tip. Your fingers wrapped around his length and your thumb started torturous circles around his sensitive head. He sucked in his stomach constantly as you touched him, momentarily forgetting about your pleasure, but you enjoyed this a lot more.

“You really don’t want me to be evil, Luke” you say. “I could be evil and just stand up and make you walk to your cabin, or not letting you fuck me. But I’m not, ‘cause I really wanna feel you inside me, Luke. I really want you”

He let out a long and shaky breath full of relief when you started to bob your hand up and down, and that encouraged him to pull your thong aside, fingers teasing at your entrance. Your own breath came shaky as well when a single finger entered you.

Luke shook his head. “You’re so fucking wet” he pants. He didn’t even touched you properly and you were soaking his finger, lips glistening in your own arousal and leaving a wet patch on your pink underwear. “I need to taste you, doll. Please”

Your chest shakes when you laugh. You think it’s so cute that even though he has a finger buried inside you, your hand wrapped around his cock as you pump him slowly, he still says please, he still asks.

“Do whatever you want to me, Luke. I’m yours tonight”

That’s all the needed to hear. You let go of your hot grip as he steadies himself on your bed. But his hand reaches for something beside him, next to his calve. He brings the whip cream out again. “Can I try something?” he asks.

And how could you say no to his face?

You hold your breath when he leaves little balls of whip cream down your abdomen. You figure it’s empty now, because Luke throws it carelessly to the ground, a soft thud against the carpet on the side of your bed.

He holds your waist steady when you squirm slightly, as if you were about to run away from him. He glances at you for a second, his eyes, dark and dominant, basically telling you to not move a single inch. The plain sight of him, looking at you like that, while his big hands are gripped on your sides, only made you wetter.

He lowers his head to the first blob, tongue agonizingly slow as he only takes the very tip. You whine, you want him to touch you more, you want him to kiss you everywhere, to lick you everywhere, but he only makes it seems like a torture when he stops his movements.

“The more you complain, the more time I’ll take” he said. You nodded to his words, closing your eyes as you tried your best to patiently wait for him to start again.

Soon, you felt his tongue against your skin. This was so much better than your cleavage, so much hotter. You felt his teeth teasing you, attempting to bite but then pulling again, licking the last bit of whip cream before moving down to the next blob. By the time he reached under your belly button, you let out little gasps as his hands massage your inner thighs, dangerously close to your cunt.

He’s not directly touching you, but you feel the arousal getting ticker, and how close Luke’s breath was now to you, so hot and dry. You felt like dripping, even though you weren’t, but you were surely more than ready for whatever it is that he wanted to do to you.

It feels like heaven to him when he finally gets to taste you. He pushed his own head deeper in between your thighs as he groans, as if what he’s getting is not enough. Your high pitched moans fill his ears when his tongue starts slow, little kitten licks over your clit, too soft to even consider them as licks, but it has you squirming and grinding your hips down onto his face, pulling at his curls and asking him for more.

Oh, your sweet pleas. Your moans. Luke feels like a mad man as he start to gently rut his hips against your mattress. And to this point, he’s completely gone in you, too drunk to even care about how loud you were being, how hard he was eating you out, how if someone even tried to walk past your cabin, they’ll hear.

But maybe this is just what he wanted too. He didn’t know how long has it been since he realized he wanted to fuck your brains out, but he always cared about everything too. Where could it be, in a place where no one could see you, how he’d have to cover your mouth to stop you from moaning and letting the others hear you, how he had to pull his dick out slowly and put it back in at the same speed because he knew that if he did it too hard, he’ll become a mess. But he didn’t give a fuck about those things now. He finally had you as he wanted you, why in the world would he care about all those stupid things now?

In fact, he encouraged you. “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me, baby” he panted. “Let me hear you”

He was drooling. He couldn’t help it. You tasted so deliciously sweet, and not because of the whip cream leftovers on his mouth. Yes, it did change things a bit but, he knew how to distinguish what was artificial and what was you. And he loved you. He loved how you couldn’t stop coating his lips with your juices, how your arousal mixed with his saliva and dripped down your ass and onto the sheets.

He never enjoyed a meal so much.

“Luke, wait” you say, pulling at his curls but he only leaned into you more, nose bumping against your clit as his tongue remains inside you. “Luke, I’m gonna cum, wait”

“Then cum” he lifted his head as fast as possible when he heard your words. “Do it, baby.” He noticed the way your thighs were shaking, soothing them down with the palm of his hands.

You shook your head. “No, no” you whine. “I wanna do it while you fuck me, Luke. Please? It’ll feel so good, please”

Luke was starstruck. Oh, how the tables have turned. And how he turned you around too.

You still laid in bed, faced down onto the mattress. Luke had placed a pillow under your hips, ass in the air as he placed himself over you, one knee on each side of your legs. The shaking on your legs had stopped, but Luke noticed how excited you were, how even though you were so fucked up, how a white and sticky mess covered your inner thighs and how your whole body was glistening with sweat, you still managed to crack a smile to yourself as you bit your thumb.

You were driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to look at another’s girl’s face after you. You had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it, and you were just so mean about it, patiently waiting for him to fuck you as he pumps himself a few times, cock harder than it’ll ever be again and his tip leaking with precum.

He placed himself in your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down your folds, and pushing himself into you at an agonizing pace. His tip was quickly covered in you, glistening with a mix of his saliva and your juices. He tried his best to not let any drop go to waste, getting absorbed by your sheets.

“You wanted my cock, didn’t you, doll?” he asks, pushing himself into you faster than you expected, a loud gasp scraping from your throat. “Then take it”

Your hands instantly reached for the sheets on your sides due to his fast pace, that took the air out of your lungs and started a racing heartbeat inside you, your knuckles quickly turning white as your nails digging into them, but Luke took them both, pushing your wrists together behind your back and holding them there. He used your hands to push himself deeper every time, rock harder, faster.

You were decent enough to muffle your moans in your sheets, but Luke could still hear them mixing with his owns; low grunts, loud gasps and hitched breaths. He had to close his eyes many times to prevent himself from cumming, because what a sight did he have under him.

Your cunt, shiny and coated with a white creamy consistent was sucking him in even when he pulled out. You were so greedy for him. Your walls tightened around him and wanted him to stay there, still, but the rocking of his hips and the gushing sounds of your pussy as he pounded into you was too good to let it pass.

He loved the sound. He loved how you were much wetter inside, making himself feel as if he was pounding into the tiniest and warmest hole ever, creaming his cock and not wanting for him to ever pull out and leave.

He suddenly lowered his body to yours, one hand letting go off his grip to pull your hair aside. “You say you’re mine tonight” he repeated your words in your ear. Your back arched unconsciously, ass slamming back into his cock. “Nah, baby. You’re mine forever”

He let go of your hands, only to place one hand on your throat, pulling you slightly back to him, his fingers squeezing on your sides. Your moans quickly became quite as you tried your best to breathe, but you loved it so much you didn’t even attempt to remove his hand from you.

“You’re all mine, yn” he panted. “Mine. This body,” he gripped on your waist with his free hand, “this pussy, those lips” a ghost of his thumb brushed your bottom lip, pulling down on it. “Mine. Mine. Mine”

He slammed his hips against you repeatedly. You didn’t know when exactly, but you came, and Luke felt it too when the consistent that ringed around the base of his cock became more and more noticeable. And it didn’t take him long to do the same.

He collapsed over your body as you finally gasped for air. You coughed slightly, tears forming on the corner of your eyes but quickly drying out.

“I’m sorry” he said, sliding off you and laying next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-,” you laugh “Yeah, I’m-, wow”

That made him laugh. His arm wrapped around your waist as he placed a tender kiss on your cheek. His hands then started to run down your hair, all the way down to your lower back. You close your eyes at the feeling, only momentarily opening them to see something red in between your clothes, shining carelessly to the moonlight from your window.

You reach down to grab the empty can. “We should get another one of these” you say.

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