I used to say things like this but had no real intention behind saying it, now I look back and just feel stupid.
If I have a choice, I wish I never existed.
The world goes on with or without me, and every hour that I am a live is an hour I am trying so hard to not die. But why even try? I am tired.
I thought I was a happy nihilistic person because nothing matters, then why do I salve myself working so hard for bare minimum just so I can have the money to eat and stay alive.
I donβt feel happy, I donβt feel sad, I donβt feel motivated to get out of my bed. How do I get motivated to even type these words? How ironic.
I want to go to a happy place, but maybe such place just donβt exist anymore.
My happy place used to be the park near my house, and then I moved away, so my happy place became a cheap all-you-can-eat buffet just so I can binge eating without worrying too much about the money. Now my happy place is my bed, because of how burned out I am this is the only place that gives me comfort.
I donβt ever want to leave my bed, but in the end this is not even my bed. It will eventually be someone elseβs bed.
Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem!reader / Luke Castellan x You
Summary: You never really figured out how you feel about the now famous Luke Castellan despite spending so much time with him in the past. Memories and feelings are all you have left of him.
Warning: Non-explicit. Short one-shot. Not happy ending.
You liked the the shade of the coffee in Luke Castellanβs eyes.
You could lose yourself in them for hours. His gaze was always so soft when they met your eyes, too much to the point where you thought you were in free fall with a warm embrace.
You can always tell when he was excited, the subtle tilt of his head giving away his confidence. It was in those moments, amidst the thrill of the game, that you felt most alive, knowing that you can trust your heart with this dark haired demigod.
He would be the only person to ever notice your injured lip and bruises on your knuckles, and before you could make up any excuses to distract him, he would already be sitting next to you, wrapping bandages around your fingers. In that moment, all you could hear was the sound of birds in the valley and the leaves whistling.
Luke Castellan spoke of his love for the wind, how it made him feel free in this world and how he would put his past behind him, even for just a second.
He told you his fondness for the sunset, explaining that it signaled the approach of nightfall. You know that he felt most at ease in the darkness when no one else could disrupt the peace, exactly the same as you.
Luke confessed his admiration for the rain, particularly when he saw you running carefree with your hair down amidst the raindrops. He said it was the most beautiful scene he'd ever witnessed.
He expressed his desire to go on a quest with you, emphasizing that you were one of the most trusted warriors he could ever be with. You started making it your goal and practiced your battle skills ever since, but you never really told him thereβs no one else that you could ever trust with your quest besides him.
Despite everything he said and the way your eyes met, how he would softly whisper in your ears when sharing a joke about Chris, or how he carefully plays with your hair when youβre napping in the cabinβ¦he still left you alone in the camp and followed the dark path without even saying goodbye.
As Luke disappeared into the shadows, his absence left a void in the camp, a silent reminder of unspoken promises and shattered dreams.
You stood alone, the echoes of his departure haunting your thoughts, a bittersweet melody of what could have been.
In the quiet of the night, you whispered his name to the wind, hoping against hope that he would hear your silent plea and somehow miraculously make his grand return.
But the wind carried your words away, lost in the vast expanse of the unknown, leaving you to confront the harsh reality of his absence.
You never really figured out if your feelings for him was just a childhood crush that shared a soft glow of innocence and a delicate blossom of tender affection, or if it is something more.
Something deeper and more profound, stems from each time when he locked his eyes on your smile then quickly turned away the moment you catch it, when you found yourself resting your head on his shoulder and he never even budged, or when heβd instantly know youβre nearby when he was buried in the heavy thoughts and needed some air in the woods.
You never really knew if you loved him, all you remember was the excruciating heartache as if he carved a hollow space within you.
And as the stars faded from view, casting the world into darkness, you realized that some bonds were meant to be broken, some paths destined to diverge, leaving only memories in their wake.
Summary: Luke Castellan is always the collected counselor of HermΓ¨sβ Cabin, which is why you love teasing him and wanted to see his face with frustration.
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You always loved teasing Luke Castellan.Β
There was an undeniable thrill in stirring the charming and confident son of Hermes, watching his facade crack ever so slightly under your playful gaze.
You could practically feel his pulse quicken whenever you indulged in a bit of flirtation, despite his best efforts to maintain his cool.
And oh, how his ears would betray him, turning a subtle shade of red, giving away the effect your words had on him.
Tonight, the atmosphere in his cabin at Camp Half-Blood was charged with anticipation. Laughter danced between you as you traded witty remarks and playful banter, the tension between you steadily mounting with each exchanged glance.
"So, Luke," you began with a mischievous glint in your eye, "tell me, does the Counselor of the Hermes cabin have a crush or something?"
He chuckled, a hint of pink staining his cheeks as he tried to keep up his composed facade.
"Maybe something," he replied with a smirk, his eyes sparking with a challenge that only fueled your desire to push him further.
Closing the distance between you, you could feel the electricity crackling in the air, the unspoken invitation hanging between you like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. With a playful smile dancing on your lips, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you whispered softly in his ear.
"You know, Luke," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've always wondered what it would be like to see you lose control."
The words hung between you, heavy with unspoken desire as you waited for his response. And when he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss, you knew that tonight would be the night you finally uncovered just how much he could handle.
But you couldn't resist teasing him a bit more, couldn't resist pushing him to the brink to see how far he would go. With each flirtatious remark and teasing touch, you watched as Luke's composure wavered, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson with each passing moment.
Just when he seemed on the verge of surrender, you pulled away with a devilish grin, leaving a tantalizing kiss on his cheek. "You gotta work before winning a prize," you teased, your voice dripping with playful mischief.
As you sauntered out of the cabin, leaving Luke to wrestle with his thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through you.
This game of cat and mouse was far from over, and you couldn't wait to see just how far Luke would go to win your affection.
Talking about historically inaccurate, this filmβs periodic fashion and Kirsten Dunstβs portrayal of Marie Antoinette is very 2000s coded and itβs absolutely iconic
The Moon could feel her peaceful soul and it soon became clear. He would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery.
βA tale like this should be heard and seen.β
βAnd no one will know it is the story of you and me.β
Sergeant David Budd is assigned to protect the famous artist Irene Adler, who turned out to be the psycho killer that heβs been trying to catch
Irene Adler has been dreaming about her past life, that sheβs a noble born lady in Highgarden. Sheβs been trying to find out whoβs the man that she loved so much in the past life
Hiccup is a pet store employee and a volunteer in an animal rescue group. He adopted a black cat named Toothless with bicolor pupils from an animal shelter in high school and has kept it ever since. Every time he sees an animal in trouble, he instinctively rescues it.
The green chameleon found by the street is the per belonged to the youth goddess, the injured brown bear rescued in the forest is actually the family of the goddess of war, the hummingbird with a broken wing is actually the messenger of the God of Winter, and so on. The old gods hide their identities and live as usual humans in the human world, and are connected with Hiccup for his help with the animals, giving him quiet attention and playing tricks on him. However, the peace ended recently, when some of the old gods discovered that a horse Hiccup had been helping to feed turned out to be the Dark God's spirit animal.
Hiccupβs memory was blocked and he did not know his true identity was Vidar, the Norse God of primitive nature and forest. The dark god used the contradiction between human and nature to trigger the war of the gods, and then the Moon God blocked his memory as a god. The scar left on his lip during the war is the key to unlock his memory.
- Jack Frost -
The elusive silver-haired boy, an apprentice at an antique toy shop, is actually Jokul Frosti, the God of Winter. He participated in the great in war of the gods and had his memories stolen. North helped him disguise as an apprentice to find his identity, since then he has been in the identity of Jack Frost and is trying to find the old gods around the world. After learning that his hummingbird had been saved by Hiccup, Jaco secretly visited him on a snowy winter day. Due to the weather, Hiccup thought Jack was a phantom at that time. He would play pranks on Hiccup but will help him out when Hiccup is actually in danger.
- Rapunzel -
The real identity of this girl thatβs living on the hill tower house was Idun, the Norse goddess of youth. She was in charge of the golden apples that could keep the gods young in the age of the old Gods. However, due to the chaos of the war of the gods, she transferred the power of these golden apples to her long hair, and was the only god who did not need believers to sacrifice. Did not participate in the Great War of gods, but disappeared after that. Since Sunday is the Idun day of the sun so she often appears on Sunday, also known as Miss Sunday. The forces from all across the world desperately sought her to use her power. Knows Hiccupβa true identity the first time she saw him.
- Nicolas St. North -
The winter sun god, who the Slavs believed represented the weak and old sun, was defeated by the Black God and died, but would be revived on the winter solstice as the new god Koleda (meaning "Christmas "). He was the god of war and war in Slavic mythology, and was the supreme god among the Slavs along the Baltic Sea. The War of the Gods ended in defeat when Hiccup was used, and then they tried to find all the old gods to prevent the return of the Black God.
- Merida -
The keeper of pastures and forests, her real identity is one of the major gods in Celtic mythology, Morrigan, the goddess of war. She was once the main object of worship for the armies in the Old Gods era, and had a close relationship with the nature god Hiccup, who was indirectly used because she did not participate in the great war of the gods. Since then she has been watching his movements and alert for the return of the bla
After Rapunzelβs hair grows back, new faces make their appearance in Corona. Itβs up to the four (plus friends) to solve the mystery of the black rocks!