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Snake people, or “Sneople” do not exist, and it is the continued position of Beach City Officials that any sightings, contact, or other incidents are the result of hoaxes or infectious paranoia. If you or someone you love believes they have come into contact with Sneople, please send a report to the office of Mayor Pizza, so that it can be properly shredded.
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A list of books I have read this year. Will reblog everytime I update as I read more. Doing this a a bit of fun and to hopefully motive myself to read a bit more like I used to.
(I would like to state that I do not share/approve of the views or opinions of a certain author on this list. I just enjoy the books and won't let some poor excuse of a human being ruin them for me.)
First time reading | Reread
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone - J.K.Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets- J.K.Rowling
The Sheep-Pig - Dick King-Smith
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K.Rowling
Cirque Du Freak - Darren Shan
The Vampire's Assistant - Darren Shan
Tunnels of Blood - Darren Shan
The Tale of Peter Rabbit - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin - Beatrix Potter
The Tailor of Gloucester - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Benjamin Bunny - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Two Bad Mice - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of The Pie and The Patty-Pan - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher - Beatrix Potter
The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit - Beatrix Potter
The Story of Miss Moppet - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Tom Kitten - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Jemima Puddle Duck - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Samuel Whiskers or the Roly-Poly Pudding - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of The Flopsy Bunnies - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Ginger and Pickles - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Timmy Tiptoes - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Mr. Tod - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Pigling Bland - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Johnny Town-Mouse - Beatrix Potter
The Tale of Little Pig Robinson - Beatrix Potter
Appley Dapply's Nursery Rhymes - Beatrix Potter
Celily Parsley's Nursery Rhymes - Beatrix Potter
Winnie-the-Pooh and some Bees - A.A.Milne
Pooh Goes Visiting & Pooh and Piglet nearly catch a Woozle - A.A.Milne
Owl becomes and author - A.A.Milne
Eeyore has a birthday - A.A.Milne
Kanga and Baby Roo Come to the Forest - A.A.Milne
An Expotition to the North Pole - A.A.Milne
Piglet is entirely surrounded by water - A.A.Milne
Christopher Robin gives a Party - A.A.Milne
Eeyore loses a tail - A.A.Milne
A House is Built at Pooh Corner - A.A.Milne
Tigger comes to the Forest - A.A.Milne
A Search is organdized - A.A.Milne
Tiggers don't climb trees - A.A.Milne
Rabbit has a busy day - A.A.Milne
Pooh invents a new game - A.A.Milne
Tigger is unbounced - A.A.Milne
Piglet does a very grand thing - A.A.Milne
Eeyore finds the Wolery - A.A.Milne
Christopher Robin and Pooh come to an enchanted place - A.A.Milne
Pooh's Poems - A.A.Milne
Christopher Robin returns to the Forest - David Benedictus
The Spelling Bee - David Benedictus
Rabbit organises almost everything - David Benedictus
It Stops raining for ever - David Benedictus
Pooh goes in search of honey - David Benedictus
Owl becomes an author - David Benedictus
Everybody learns something - David Benedictus
The Game of Cricket - David Benedictus
Tigger Dreams of Africa - David Benedictus
The Harvest Festival - David Benedictus
Yellow Submarine - The Beatles
The Answer - Rebecca Sugar
Guide to the Crystal Gems - Rebecca Sugar
Keep Beach City Weird - Matt Burnett and Ben Levin
Young Zaphod Plays It Safe - Douglas Adams
Vampire Mountain - Darren Shan
Trials of Death - Darren Shan
The Vampire Prince - Darren Shan
#mysteryofarkhamasylum#books#reading#cirque du freak#the saga of darren shan#darren shan#the world of beatrix potter#beatrix potter#winnie-the-pooh#a.a. milne#david benedictus#harry potter#j.k. rowling#yellow submarine#the beatles#the answer#rebecca sugar#guide to the crystal gems#keep beach city weird#matt burnett and ben levin#young zaphod plays it safe#douglas adams#the sheep-pig#dick king-smith
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S1 E31
Keep Beach City Weird
It's been 8 seconds & Pearl is already done with everyone's bullshit.
#toasty steven universe watchthrough#steven universe#su#watchalong#cartoon network#currently watching#crystal gems#su pearl#amethyst#pearl steven universe#cartoon#rose quartz#rebecca sugar#garnet#keep beach city weird#kbcw#su lars#beach city#mod toasty#lion steven universe
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49318477
#steven universe#steven universe au#steven universe renaissance#keep beach city weird#ronaldo fryman
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The secret club bros !!! Rewatched all of SU in two weeks, and I love them…
#Lars#renaldo#su#steven universe#art#digital art#digital illustration#drawing#artwork#sketchy#donut boy#keep beach city weird
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My friends leaving me behind to play dbd
I have 11 hours left on download dbd and they not playing with me any other game
this is like the time i was
i forgot
Can we please play together, what is love baby dont hurt me
i dont have anymore to blog about
catch me next time on AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Ronaldo, you found a Spinel?! I didn’t even know there were other Spinels!
Me either!! I couldn't believe it either!!
Aaanyways here's our little guest.. Her name is Cut 5CO Aspect 1B1E..
Which is quite complex to remember every time.. Soo the your truly expert of gemkind along with my bro tried to find a good nickname
And here's some important information about her! Since i always research my subjects
- The first thing I noticed was that she has a tooth gap.. Why would a gem have it? I asked it to Cut 5CO Aspect 1B1E and she doesn't mind it and feels comfy.. Weeeird but if that's alright for her-
- Her hair texture is very similar to chicken nuggets, yes i touched her hair, it's not like I did something odd, right?
- Looks a lot like that i saw one time with Steven and the purple Crystal gem.. Amethyst right?
Aaaand can someone please convince my lil bro to keep her pleeeease?
#one fry bit at time#beach city#asks open#keep beach city weird#ronaldo fryman#doodlysketch#spinel#answered asks
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IDK if y'all keep up with the weird news, but the US congress just held a hearing on UFOs and released the videos we have.
Which doesn't mean aliens exist persay, but definitely means the US government now recognizes that UFO sightings still occur and are captured in the modern day.
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Day in Fandom History: October 30…
Steven gets caught up with Ronaldo’s paranormal theory when noticing “activity” around Beach City and when Steven jumps in, he notices the real reason with the aforementioned activity across the small town. “Keep Beach City Weird” premiered on this day, 8 Years Ago.
#Day in Fandom History#8 Years Ago#Steven Universe#Season 1#Episode 31#Keep Beach City Weird#Cartoon#Animation
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it's weird this place doesn't let you do single letter replies to posts
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SBC #32.1 Cloud Strife & Final Fantasy VII Rebirth
This article contains vague spoilers for Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth. The spoilers are generally “world-based” or from Chapter 1, and do not delve deeply into the overall plot of Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth. Well, the “new” plot events of Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth. We assume you have played Final Fantasy 7. And Final Fantasy 7 Remake. Anywho, please be aware.
If you are going to make something bigger, make…
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#one player#keep beach city weird#jrpg#final fantasy#square#square-enix#xeno#final fantasy 7#music#old man yells at cloud strife#boardwalk#Nintendo Power#racism#playstation 5
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distant calls
words: 700
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, male masturbation, mentions of p in v sex, like one use of kid, protective!rafe, one mention of violence, kinda creeper!rafe i guess??, dubcon possibly?? not really but just in case!
“hey princess.” rafe smiles when he hears immediately how excited you are.
“hi rafey!” you squeal into the phone, wishing you weren't separated by the distance, forced to talk on the phone instead of in person.
“how was your day pretty girl? what did you do?” rafe asks.
your cheeks blush red at the nickname, never getting used to it no matter how many times he uses it on you.
“well, it was a port day!” you start to describe your cruise. you really did try to have fun with your parents, but part of you longed to have rafe around, to be back in the obx where he could look after you.
you tell rafe all about the city you stopped in, where you went to shop and a cave exploring excursion that you ended up sitting out to wait on the beach until your parents got back.
you kick your feet up and down, back and forth as you recount everything to rafe. he stays mostly quiet, only letting out a few grunts and light sighs that you suppose is his affirmation that he's listening.
you feel so lucky to have captured rafes interest. you're not dating, haven't done anything at all yet beyond rafe holding your hand when you cross the street, but you're enamored with him. rafe is just as infatuated with you, but he would be damned if he told you, preferring to just keep you smiling and beat up any guys who look at you even a second too long at parties.
“and then we got back on the ship.” you twirl a finger absentmindedly over the blanket as you lay on your stomach on the bed.
“did you eat baby?” rafe asks, his voice sounding strained.
“yes, of course.” you nod quickly despite rafe not being able to see you. “we went to the buffet and i got a chicken salad and then i even got dessert!” your exclaim, proud of yourself. “i got vanilla ice cream with sprinkles.”
“that's good, kid.” rafe let's out another sigh that has you pressing your ear into the phone, listening intensely to hear a weird somewhat wet sound that you can't place.
“keep-” rafe gasps out. “keep talking baby. tell me about-” he has to pause again as he grunts. “tell me about tomorrow.”
you instantly lose your suspicion as you let out another squeal. “rafey, you will never believe it!” you explain how you're going snorkeling in an area where people commonly see dolphins and you're really hoping you see them on the boat ride out to the reef.
you giggle with excitement, not realizing what your sounds are doing to rafe.
many hours away, back in the outer banks, rafe is laying on his bed, back propped up against the pillows, one hand holding his phone close to his ear while his other furiously strokes his cock.
it wasn't his intention when you first got on the phone, but hearing your sweet little voice had him pulling his cock out of his shorts.
“oh wow.” rafe says, tacking on a moan at the end that he hopes is disguised by his words.
rafe knows he's going to break the second you get back from your cruise. he's going to pick you up himself and bring you to the closest bed, even if it's a shitty motel. he's not even confident he'll make it that far without needing to take you. maybe the side of the highway will do.
you continue talking away about the itinerary, not a clue in the world that rafe is so close to ending the game you've been playing, the teasing about to come to a wicked end.
“are you in your pajamas?” rafe asks, interrupting you. but he doesn't care. he needs to know more.
“yup.” you say, popping your p’s. “been in my room for like half an hour now. it's so warm even with the ac blasting i'm wearing just a t-shirt.”
it's all rafe needs, the image of you splayed out on the bed with just a t-shirt on, pushed up to reveal your bare cunt and perfect tits. rafe doesn't hold back his sounds as much as he knows he should, grunting as he cums with a final stroke, releasing all over his abs.
“you okay rafey?” you question.
“im perfect, dollface.” rafe says, sighing as he lets go off his softening cock.
“wanna switch to facetime?” you pout. “i miss looking at you.”
rafe switches without second thought, loving to see the way your eyes widen when you realize he's in bed shirtless, eyes squinting at the sticky white substance dotting his lower half.
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#was this partially inspired by the 9 month cruise? maybe#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outer banks smut#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x oc#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x oc#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe one shot#rafe blurb#rafe drabble#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron one shot
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Hermit crabs are weird animals. They don't make their own shells, they steal them. If you live in a coastal city like I do you'll be somewhat familiar with weird creatures that live in the ocean but aren't fish. And sea snails don't shed shells, they only leave behind shells when they die. Hermit crabs are living in corpses basically, sometimes long dead corpses.
So when you did. Mabye something will want your bones. The hard parts of your body you leave behind after the soft parts are all gone. Something that doesn't have bones of it's own to enjoy and to keep it steady.
And whatever takes your bones won't do it out of disrespect. It needs those bones just like you once needed them. Those bones will keep it safe and alive just like they once kept you safe and alive. It's not a human taking them, but it's still something that will use and love those bones just like a human would. And you don't need them anymore.
So mabye, if you're ever near an empty beach in the winter, or a forgotten bit of rock under a bridge, or a mostly empty subway station in a coastal neighborhood, leave some human remains out. There's something that might be living there that could use them. Not as a sacrifice, but as a gift to a neighbor.
#196#my thougts#my wriitng#my writing#short fiction#flash fiction#horror#my worldbuilding#worldbuilding#creatures#cryptid creature#cryptidcore#cryptids#eldrich horror#eldrich horrors#monster#sympathetic monster#urban fantasy
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friendly || leila ouahabi x reader ||
leila invites you on vacation as a friend, and some of her national team teammates help her rectify that.
you had always felt very comfortable and at ease with leila. she was unlike anyone who you had been friends with before. you couldn't imagine a life without her in it, which was why you had pushed your feelings as far down as they would go. you were painfully attracted to leila, but you refused to act on it. not that leila made it easy for you.
spainards were very affectionate, and leila seemed doubly so. it didn't help that she could make anyone swoon with just a smile. that was how you found yourself at the beach with her and her national team teammates.
you weren't a part of the spanish national team, just one of leila's manchester city teammates. you hadn't been called up to national duty in quite some time, freeing up your schedule to watch leila as she played. you were proud of her, and when she came to you to ask if you'd stay an extra few days to vacation with her, you couldn't refuse.
there was something about the way that she had bitten her lip when she asked you, as if she was nervous that made you say yes. a vacation with leila sounded heavenly, even if it meant being forced into a hotel room with her for an extended period of time. your saving grace had been the idea that most hotel rooms had two beds, so you wouldn't be forced to share.
"what is this?" you asked as you motioned to the single bed in the center of the room. not only was it a single bed, but it was not big enough to allow for any room between the two of you. leila looked at the bed and shrugged, seemingly unphased by it.
"that is called a bed. people sleep on it sometimes. personally, i like to do other things." leila winked at you as she pushed past you. now, you were frozen in your spot for an entirely different reason. it was bad, but you couldn't stop yourself from imagining yourself doing those other things with leila on the bed.
leila didn't seem to notice how you'd tense up a little whenever the two of you were alone together. you thanked your lucky stars that she spent most of the day on the beach with your teammates. occasionally you'd notice a couple of them eyeing you, but you paid no mind to it. leila had asked for you to be here because she wanted to share her celebration with you, one of her best friends.
"you are single, yes?" you hadn't known what to expect from patri as she slid up next to you. she placed her arm around your shoulders in a way that couldn't have possibly been perceived as friendly. you knew that the woman could be a bit of a flirt, leila had warned you about which of her spanish teammates were like that.
"i am," you answered. a part of you felt like answering her may have been a bad idea, especially when her face lit up like it did. "why?"
"some of the girls were not sure. leila would not give us a good answer." patri kept her arm around your shoulder as she spoke to you. she seemed happy to change the subject when you wanted to. she was definitely flirting with you, and laying it on thickly. she'd laugh at anything that could have been perceived as a joke, making a show of touching you as she did so. still, she was careful to keep her touches respectful, which made you think that she was ulterior motives.
"patri, she has a roommate too for this trip," leila said coldly as the two of you went back to the hotel together. she had walked most of the way ahead of you and completely alone. something had to have happened at the beach, but leila refused to open up about it.
"i don't want to stay with patri," you told her. leila scoffed in disbelief, but didn't bring it up again. you frowned as she walked ahead of you into the room. she went straight to the bathroom to shower and change, leaving you to sit on a towel as you waited your turn.
"you might have to wait a bit for more hot water," leila warned. you frowned as you sat back down on your towel. it felt weird to sit with leila in your bathing suit while she was fully clothed. you were almost immediately reminded of the fact that a bathing suit was just underwear that you could get wet.
"can you please turn the ac off?" you asked. leila, who had been completely entranced with her phone, glanced up at you to see you shivering. she let out a small sigh and moved to turn the temperature up so it would shut off.
"sorry," leila apologized. it felt like the first genuine words that she had spoken to you since the beach. she looked back down at her phone almost immediately, only this time with a blush on her cheeks. you excused yourself to shower, and despite your waiting, it was still a quick one because of the hot water.
you walked out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra. leila glanced up from her phone and let out a little groan at the sight of you. she instantly recognized the pants as hers, an old pair that she had gotten from a spanish camp. your thighs were practically straining against the fabric, stretching them out just a little. you still had them rolled up at the top because they were too long, but they fit snugly on your legs.
"are you mad at me or something?" you asked. leila forced herself to look away from you and back to her phone. "look, if you don't want me to be here, i'll leave."
"don't go!" leila shot up from the bed. she managed to cross the room in just a couple of steps to block you in. "this just isn't as easy as i thought it'd be."
"what isn't?" you were beyond confused. leila had invited you out here claiming that she wanted to spend some quality time with you, and the two of you hadn't managed to really do anything together without the room being full of weird tension.
"this," leila sighed. that cleared up absolutely nothing for you, and as leila took in the furrowed brow and tight lipped frown on your face, she knew that she'd have to explain. "you know that i love you, and you're probably my best friend at manchester, but i can't do that anymore. i can't be 'just friends' anymore."
"you don't want to be my friend anymore?" you asked. your voice shook with hurt, those words being more than enough to push you onto the verge of tears.
"not like that! not like that, i swear. i want to be more than friends. i want to be your girlfriend. i want us to go to bed together at night. i want to touch you in ways that aren't friendly," leila explained. she looked hopeful as she waited for your reaction. slowly, you turned around and moved to sit on the bed. it was a lot to take in, but you were over the moon. if only your face had shown it as you processed everything. "for-,"
"lei, you're an asshole," you huffed out. the relief washed over your face, and leila understood that you weren't really mad at her. she joined you on the bed, pulling you into her arms to hold you tightly. you let her cradle your head in her arms against her chest. one of her hands moved down to rub your back, relishing in the feeling of your skin against hers. "you scared me for a second. i thought you hated me for some reason."
"i could never hate you, no matter how much you let patri touch you," leila told you. you glanced up at her with a little pout on your face, one that leila immediately leaned down to kiss off of you. "promise me that you won't let her do that again."
"i promise." you leaned up just enough to steal another kiss. leila cupped your face this time, pulling you to sit up on her lap. you could have spent the rest of the night with leila like that, but the two of you had plans to eat dinner with the rest of her team.
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greener grass | luke castellan
i recommend reading bleedin me dry before this as this is the au to that!
summary: what if you left with luke that day in the woods?
a/n: would just like to give a HUGE thank you for the massive amount of support on my luke fic!! and another huge thank you to all you angst demons because why do you want more of it. i mean i get it but why. anyways here’s a different path of actually accepting luke’s offer like so many of you said you would instantly fold lmao i hope you enjoy
wc: 3.2k
warning(s): fem!daughter of demeter reader. luke is his own warning. kind of unhealthy relationship, weird vibes all around
The stars were brighter than ever tonight.
It was one of the first things that stuck out to you when you got to camp, and it was one of the first things that you noticed when you first got on the road with Luke.
You’d always loved the stars. They were a rare sight coming from the city, such a sign of nature and purity that it honestly shouldn’t have been a surprise when you were claimed. You still remembered the shock that went through you when you first saw what a night sky free of pollution could be, and you still remembered the first time you risked your life with the harpies just to spend the night star-gazing.
And you could never forget the first time you dragged Luke along with you, his wry protests falling on deaf ears though he grinned the entire way down to the beach, his hand laced in yours.
Gods.
Luke.
Even the thought of him these days was enough to make your heart clench, a slight shiver run down your spine, and you weren’t fully sure as to why.
You loved him. You ran away with him. Every path that led you here, you willingly chose to walk down.
But you still questioned every second of every godsdamned day if they were the right decisions. Especially now, as you sat alone in front of the fire, carefully stoking it with one of the few dry sticks you’d been able to find after taking shelter—in your own haphazard tent made of vines and tree trunks and any other bits of nature you’d managed to sprout from the ground with your powers—to wait out a rainstorm.
You decided to spend the night, deciding that traveling through the darkness was too risky after the last monster attack, but the minutes couldn’t have been creeping by slower. If being in nature didn’t quite literally fuel you, you knew you would be far more miserable than you already were.
You loved Luke with all your heart, and if he was willing to potentially throw off his entire plan just so he could bring you with him, then he had to love you the same. You owed him this, at least, to not abandon him.
You— you didn’t want to serve Kronos, but you didn’t want to serve the gods, either. Your mother abandoned you before you were old enough to know what the word meant, leaving you on your father’s doorstep swaddled in blankets and with a note that he still had to this day.
Demeter left your father to raise you on his own, left you to live the half-life of a half-blood, and hardly paid attention to you since. She didn’t help you when you were on the road to camp with your satyr, wondering if every bump in the night would be your end, and she let you feel worthless for an entire year before she finally decided you were deserving of her claim.
Or maybe she just finally remembered you existed.
You understood Luke’s anger—you felt it yourself more than you liked to admit—but the path he was on was a dangerous one. You doubted you could take him off of it, but you could keep him safe, and you could prevent more damage. That was all you cared about at this point.
How long you could walk this line was an entirely different question.
You sensed him before you heard him even lost in your thoughts, but the snapping of twigs still made your breath catch for a moment. You kept your gaze on the fire as you spoke.
“Anything?”
“These woods are surprisingly bare for the time of year,” Luke said as he set his backpack on the ground, kneeling down to rifle through it. “I feel like Artemis is punishing me.”
“Well, she doesn’t exactly have a reason to help you,” you said wryly. You gestured with your head towards the miniature orchard you’d been making at each one of your camps—one pro of your parentage was that you—hopefully—wouldn’t ever starve on the road. You’d been growing plants since you realized you could, so it was practically second nature at this point. “Fruit’s on the menu, if you’re interested.”
Luke chuckled as he walked over, and as he plucked a perfectly ripe strawberry, he glanced at you. “Feeling nostalgic?”
You shrugged. You wondered which of your siblings would be in charge of the strawberries with you gone. You hoped Mr. D wouldn’t give it to one of his kids. “Do you blame me?”
“Not at all.” He popped it into his mouth then took an apple from the smallest tree you’d been able to grow. “It was home for us both, for a while.”
You bit your lip. It still was your home—it had been for the past four years. You wanted to go back eventually, but you felt like you had sealed your coffin by going with Luke. Would they ever welcome you back, knowing you willingly followed him into the darkness?
“How long do you think we’ll be on the road?” you asked, finally looking over at him as he sat down across from you. “Not that I don’t enjoy being with you, but… it’s not exactly the safest.”
“At least another week or two,” Luke said. You tried your hardest to keep your expression even as he settled the full force of his gaze on you—you couldn’t deal with the scrutiny. “I need to make sure they’ve lost our trail. The last thing we need is a questing group on our asses.”
You huffed a laugh. “You think they’ll actually send anyone after us?”
Luke shrugged. “If all went well, camp is in total disarray. If it didn’t, they still know I’m with Kronos. I can’t imagine Chiron would take that lightly. And,” he inclined his head, “I did kidnap you.”
You scoffed. “You didn’t kidnap me.”
“They’ll probably think so,” he said, and there was something strange in his eyes. “Doesn’t make sense for you to come with me willingly.”
This again. “Luke—”
“I know,” he said, a slight smile on his lips. There wasn’t much heart in it. “You don’t have to explain yourself again.”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m not with you,” you said. “I— I am. I’m only here for you, Luke.”
His eyes softened. “You mean it?”
“I do,” you nodded. “I couldn’t just leave you.”
“I don’t take any of this lightly, you know.” His eyes never wavered from yours, the orange light flickering across his face and casting a devilish shadow. “You being here means the world. Nothing’s gonna happen to you—I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’m not just gonna lay you out to dry, either,” you said wryly. “We’ll protect each other. Like we always have.”
“Exactly,” Luke affirmed. He bit into the apple he’d seemingly forgot about, and you looked up at the sky in the resulting silence.
It felt like your mind always drifted back to camp, back to your siblings and friends and the victims of Luke’s crusade.
Your summer siblings who would come back next year and wonder where you went, your year-rounders waking up the next morning and all the mornings after with a discontented glance at your bed.
How long would it take for them to forget you? For you to just be another lost demigod in the camp files?
And poor Annabeth Chase. Luke practically raised her, and he walked out on her without a word—you considered yourself lucky he didn’t do the same to you, and you had no idea what awaited you on your path together.
The gods had never been one for listening, and certainly not to you, but you hoped at least one of them would look down on you. Maybe your mother could provide some of that wizened second child advice, shine her favor on you for the first time in your life.
Well. You doubted Demeter would very much appreciate your quasi-support of the titan that ate her. The thing you should have considered yourself lucky for was that your powers still worked.
Luke brought you back to Earth by saying your name, and your gaze snapped back down to meet his. His scar seemed especially grisly in the firelight, at odds with the softness of his expression—something that felt all too rare these days.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“What else could possibly be on it?” you asked wryly, tossing the stick you’d been fiddling with into the fire. It crackled as the flames devoured it, something so out of its realm thrust into it anyways.
“Stupid question,” he admitted.
“We’re practically fugitives, Luke,” you said. “We have monsters after us, and possibly people from camp. We left everyone behind. I’m with you, trust me, but— but I can’t just get over it all as easily as you.”
“And I get that,” he said. “This—” he sighed and shook his head— “you really don’t know how much you being here means to me. I thought I was going to be out on my own on all this.”
Your throat bobbed. You’d never tell him, but you didn’t even know what your answer was going to be until the words left your mouth.
“And you’re telling me that you’d still choose them over me?”
“No,” you said. “I wouldn’t.”
Luke’s eyes softened and your throat felt like it was closing up.
“Then come with me,” he whispered. “We will change the world together.”
“I can’t,” you asserted. “I can’t just leave everyone behind— I’d be leaving my entire life behind, Luke!”
“You’ll help them more this way,” Luke insisted. “The gods aren’t on our side—we’re here so they don’t have to pay attention to us. If we want anything to change for the better, we’re gonna have to do it ourselves.”
You bit your lip, and he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“I wouldn’t ask you this if I didn’t think you were right for it,” he murmured, tilting his head as he gazed into your eyes. “Your mother’s never bothered to see you before. I’m gonna make her see you.”
“How?” you asked, hating the hints of desperation coloring your voice.
“You’ll see,” he said. “But we’re gonna do something so big that no one’s going to be able to ignore us.”
Memories of the past four years flashed through your mind, but the two at the forefront were ones with Luke and ones without your mother.
He’d always been there for you, even when Demeter—especially when she wasn’t.
You couldn’t just leave him on his own. Not when he was baring his soul to you—not when his quest for greatness included it for you too.
Not when he was the first boy you ever loved, the one who brought you back from the god-induced edge.
“…Okay,” you said, the word feeling like an ultimatum the moment it left your lips. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”
He stared at you for a second like he didn’t hear you, or rather like he didn’t actually believe it. And then he broke out into a grin.
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” you said. “Have I ever lied to you?”
“Go to your cabin and pack your bags,” Luke said, still unable to control his exuberant expression. We’ll meet each other at the top of the hill.”
“Right now?”
Luke nodded. “Only a couple hours until we’re harpy feed. Everyone’ll think we’re just leaving for the school year.”
“You’ve always been a year-rounder,” you said. “Won’t people—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “No one’ll think anything of it. We just have to get out before anyone asks any questions.”
“Luke,” you murmured, “are you—”
Luke cut you off with a blazing kiss, the same kind of fire in his eyes when he pulled away, a slight smile on his lips at leaving you breathless.
“I’m sure,” he whispered. “You’re not going to regret this. I promise.”
It was all you could do to stare up at him, his grip on your arms the only thing keeping you upright for a solid moment.
“Go,” he said. “Take your time—don’t draw any suspicion. I’ll meet you there.”
“You’re really sure?” you asked, finally able to form words. “Really really sure? About this, a— and me?”
He cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb along your jaw. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than I am about you.”
Leaving camp was insane—when Luke told you of Kronos’s plans, it was even more insane—but it had always been you and Luke. He’d been such a huge part of your life, ever since you first came to camp, that you couldn’t imagine yourself without him.
And when you looked back at him, illuminated by the fire, you were sure of at least one thing.
You weren’t leaving any time soon. Not when you could still fix all of this.
A yawn got the better of you, and you felt Luke’s eyes on you as you covered your mouth with a fist.
“You should get to sleep,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”
“It’s been a long day for both of us,” you said. “We both had to get here—and you were the one who wandered around in the woods for two hours trying to hunt.”
“How do you know I wandered?” Luke asked, setting the apple core down on the ground next to him. “You weren’t there. Maybe I had a very respectable saunter and just came up with nothing.”
You chuckled. “The trees speak to me.”
“Really?” he asked, clearly amused. “And what did they say?”
“That you’re an awful hunter,” you mused, “and you should be very thankful that your girlfriend is good at everything.”
Luke smirked and got up to start walking towards you. “Your ever-knowledgeable trees should know that I already know.” He kneeled down in front of you, a slight smile curling on your lips. “And that I am very thankful.”
He pressed a heated kiss to your lips, and you reciprocated, looping an arm around him to keep him close before you pulled away.
“It’s always good to hear it,” you murmured.
“I’ll say it as many times as you need,” he assured. Luke stole another kiss then gestured towards your makeshift tent. “But you do need to get some sleep. We’re picking up at first light.”
Your smile wavered. “We’ve been moving break-neck for a week already. Are you sure we can’t ease up?”
“Soon,” Luke promised. “I told you, I just want to make sure we’ve lost any tails. We can’t afford that right now.”
He must have seen the change in your expression, because his eyes softened and he took your hand. “It won’t be like this forever, babe. You can handle it.”
“It doesn’t mean I want to,” you said dryly, but you sighed as you squeezed his hand. “I’ll turn in if you do too.”
“Anything for you,” Luke said with a smile. You chuckled and shook your head as you stood up, and Luke grabbed his backpack before he went over to the tent with you.
Your meager belongings weren’t much. You’d stuffed all the demigod essentials, some outfits, and a sleeping bag in your pack before hightailing it to Thalia’s tree, and Luke hadn’t packed much more—but at least it was light traveling.
Every night had been spent in the same way, sharing your sleeping bag as you got what precious sleep Luke allocated before you were back on the road again. You were sure the only thing that got you through each early rising was his soft touches and easy murmured words.
You laid down, staring up at the roof of brambles and bark, and you twisted your hand just so to make them twist away from each other for a small opening.
Luke raised an eyebrow at you as he zipped his bag up, still crouched on the ground. “What’s that for?”
You shrugged. “I’ve always liked sleeping under the stars.”
Again, that small smile. It could still make you melt, even now. “I remember. I just hope it doesn’t start raining again.”
“Like rain’ll be the worst thing we’ve dealt with,” you said wryly. “Besides, I can feel it in the air. We’re gonna be fine.”
“Yeah,” he said. “We are.”
You glanced over and he was looking at you. You patted the spot next to you.
“C’mon,” you said. “I’m cold.”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” he said, amused, and he huddled in next to you. You let out a contented sigh as his body heat sunk into you, and he draped an arm across you to pull you closer.
“That better?” he asked.
You hummed in response. “Thank you.”
“Always.”
You closed your eyes as you exhaled deeply, trying your best to unwind the tension in every part of your body. You weren’t used to trekking miles every day, eating rations you’d packed from camp or gas station food from whenever you ended up close to town, only having the woods and the sky and Luke for company. It was starting to wear on you, but you weren’t going to let Luke know.
“I love you,” Luke said suddenly, breaking the silence, his breath tickling your neck. Your eyes snapped open. “You know that, right?”
A moment passed before you murmured, “I know.”
You could feel some of the tension leave his body, and he adjusted his position to be closer to you.
“Good.”
His curls brushed against your skin as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Luke was a comforting presence behind you, like an anchor in the choppy waters you’d thrown yourself into, but it… it just felt different than the countless other times.
But that was only natural. You were back on the road, living the way you did when you first made the trip to Camp Half-blood with your satyr. Of course it felt different than the crowded chaos of the Hermes cabin, or the beach underneath a tapestry of stars, or your own bed at the behest of your siblings. The only thing that stayed the same was the scent of nature, and the scent of Luke.
Things were different, yes, but you knew that would happen. Luke was different, but you knew that would happen—half the reason you came along with him was because you wanted to make sure he had a lifeline, a way to come back to shore when he decided his crusade was over.
Because it had to be over eventually. He would decide that there was no way you could beat the gods, that it wasn’t worth killing himself over some meaningless mission. The gods had never cared about you before—you didn’t know why they would care about some half-baked rebellion by two of their least favorite kids.
You loved Luke. He loved you. You told yourself that was all that mattered, because you were in this together now.
For better or for worse.
#damn girl you really are a demeter kid the way you're planting these seeds of distrust#also he hasn't told her what he did to percy so this is clearly a very stable and good situation for both of them#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan fic#luke castellan angst#pjo x reader#x reader#sadie writes
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