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somewhereinhogsmeade · 16 hours
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People don't talk enough about the fact that the moment annabeth truly started respect Jason was the aftermath of the incident in ithaca. After Jason came face to face with his mom's ghost trying to lure him into gaia's trap.
This was not only a pivotal Jason moment but a huge stepping stone in annabeths character development.
She was able to compare Jason's situation to Luke's, and realised how truly noble Jason was, since he could've easily ended up like Luke considering the familial issues they both had, but didn't. Annabeth always worried in MOA that jason would turn his back on the team, but He didn't give in to the remnant of his mother's temptation of evil, even after all that he's been through. Which caused her to understand that jason is very trustworthy and is like the last person to betray anyone.
A part of me wonders that annabeths real reason to mistrust jason is only partly because he is Roman, and mostly because he bore some sort of resemblance to Luke, which was quite painful for her since she trusted luke only for him to backstab her. This may be a stretch, but it's a Lil theory I had.
’Annabeth took a shaky breath. ‘No other right choice, maybe, but ... a friend of mine, Luke. His mom . . . similar problem He didn’t handle it as well.’
I feel like, based on her tone when she talked about luke to Jason here, this is also the moment she truly realised that she shouldn't have put luke in a pedestal like that, even after the evil stuff he did. She realised that Luke could've changed, but he chose not to, and chose revenge instead, to me, this is the moment she FINALLY came to that painful conclusion about Luke, many many books later. Bc even in lost hero, annabeth seemed very wistful while talking about Luke to Jason (I mean, jason even sensed nostalgic attraction from her tone, so there's that).
I also feel like that's the moment annabeth was freed of her doubt of Jason's intentions. We know that she was very mistrustful of him during MOA and I feel like she always had that lingering doubts up until this moment tbh. But based on what she witnessed, she realised that Jason was truly a good person with a good heart with genuine morals. A hero through and through. Which is what made her admit to Apollo that "Jason was truly one of the best of us" a VERY high praise coming from a child of Athena, who's fatal flaw is hubris.
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halfyourheart · 1 year
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On the day that you leave me / I'll forever be bleeding, love
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neo-nomatrix · 3 months
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
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summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.
“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”
“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.
“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.
“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”
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“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.
You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.
“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.
“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.
“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.
“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.
“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.
“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.
“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.
“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.
“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.
“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.
“He was always my favorite,” he adds.
“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.
“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
“You’re staring, again” You mention.
“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.
“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”
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It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.
“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”
“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks
“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.
“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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mindfullycriminal · 1 month
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Crossed Off, part 2
Part 1 here.
Summary: Spencer is released from prison, but you can’t shake the hurt you felt from your name being crossed off.
Tags: angst with a happy ending, spoilers for prison arc and Mr. Scratch, crying, mentions of hospital/pregnancy complications, unwarranted anger towards JJ, mentions of trauma, no further parts planned.
*I hope this is what everyone wanted - I had no plans for a part 2, and this is definitely longer than a blurb! 🥺
Spencer calls you, and begs you to come to his apartment. He promises your favorite take out, and an explanation. For a moment, you pretend you could ever tell him no.
Just like the first night he spent in prison, when you pretended you wouldn’t write letters. For that single night, you pretended you wouldn’t get his prison ID number and put money in his account. For that one night you pretended you hadn’t already rearranged your life so you could go to his apartment to see his mother every day, and stay there the nights a nurse couldn’t. Pretended you wouldn’t make sure all his bills stayed paid, his fish was taken care of, and that you’d make sure he’d still have a sanctuary to go to when he was released.
By the end of that night you’d already written a three page letter four separate times and found a photo of the two of you and another photo of his mother to include. By the end of the first week, you’d sent the maximum amount of money allowed, and mailed a letter a day. You continued that pattern, maxing out his barely touched account each week, and a letter every single day. 84 letters, although you can’t guarantee he got the last one. You don’t tell him your news in any of the letters, still holding on to a shred of hope that this has all been a huge misunderstanding, that he’s going to get out and there will be a reason other than embarrassment. On her good days, you help his mother write him, and mailed her letters along with your own.
She received replies. But you didn’t.
You made sure to be out of his apartment on the days JJ would come to visit with her boys, which made you feel guilty and ugly. It twisted something in you because you genuinely liked JJ and you adored Spencer’s godsons. But you couldn’t be near her right now, felt too raw to have her tell you that she saw your boyfriend, got to hear his voice. Because her name was first and your name was crossed off. (And you can’t pretend that now you aren’t wondering if he was the godfather because he couldn’t be the father. If there was always more going on than you knew).
Apparently, even if he wouldn’t talk to you, he couldn’t stop the prison from doing so. You’d been his medical emergency contact since the Anthrax case years ago, so each time he is taken to the prisons hospital, you get an email. You hate that these are the only updates you get from him.
Luke checks on you every week, and he tells you Spencer asks about you to everyone who visits, and he raises an eyebrow at your disbelieving snort, but doesn’t question it. He raises an eyebrow at the noticeable weight loss from your face, at the baggy clothing, and how you now clutch a pillow in front of your stomach when you sit on the couch. But he doesn’t say anything. He knows that’s why you let him in. He offers to pass along a message each time. You never give him one.
Of course it’s JJ who goes to get him out of the prison. It was Emily who risked her career, twice, to go around protocol to save him. It was Luke who blackmailed a friend and threatened another inmate to ensure his safety. It was Penelope who found the necessary evidence, who cut through bureau tape and moved mountains to prove his innocence.
But it’s JJ who he sees first, who he hugs tightly to him. You’re not even aware he’s released, not even aware that Diana is missing. It’s the first time you haven’t been at his apartment - you’d been there for 82 of the 84 days, only missing the last two. You had tried to call Cassie to let her know you were in the hospital and not to worry Diana, but were forced to leave a voicemail.
It’s not even Spencer who tracks your phone, but Luke once more. He doesn’t ask why you are in the hospital, or why you’ve been crying. Just if you’re okay, and when you say you’re just waiting on the release papers, he hurries the nurse along to get them.
You don’t make it to the office before Spencer leaves to see Cat, even though you know Luke told them he was getting you. When Emily tells you she sent JJ with him to help him keep calm, you don’t even pretend to be okay, just getting up and walking out in front of the team. Rossi’s eyes clock the hospital bracelet you hadn’t yet removed, and Luke follows you, takes you to a safe office and encourages you to rest. He promises Spencer will return soon and will want to see you. He doesn’t even raise an eyebrow this time at your snort.
You wait for him to leave before calling a taxi back to your own place, where you’ve barely been.
It’s Penelope who lets you know that Diana is found and that Spencer will be landing soon, that all is well. You thank her but can’t get yourself to go back to the BAU. Besides, you reason, his mother was just kidnapped - he’ll want to spend time with her. That part at least you can understand.
You expect it to be Luke once more when you hear a knock, and you open the door without bothering to check. You know your eyes are red and your face is puffy, but you’ve never cared about impressing anyone other than Spencer. But it’s not Luke, or Penelope, or even Emily.
It’s Spencer, clutching a stack of paper in his hands.
He sees you for the first time in 84 days, and his battered heart breaks even more. Luke had told him you were rightly upset, had been the only one to chastise him for not including your name on the visitor list, the only one who said he saw you. Rossi had only brought it up once, and JJ had told him he was allowed to make his own choices - that he was the one in prison. He had thought it was odd that she hadn’t seen you on any of her visits, but hadn’t had the energy to question it, had never imagined where your thoughts would lead.
Your face is more defined than before, and you’re wearing baggy clothing so he can’t see if there are any other differences. Your face had crumpled upon seeing him, and he knows he’s lucky that you didn’t shut the door on him. He wants to touch you, to reach out and grab you to him, to never let you go.
But you’re guarded. Your posture is defensive, eyes wary. He’s never seen you look at him like that, and he opens his mouth to say your name, but nothing comes out. You two stand on your doorstep before you sigh, widening the door to let him in.
Your place is immaculate - cleaner than normal. He notices that the trash is completely empty, even though he knows your trash day isn’t for 2 more days. You sit on the far side of the couch, instead of your normal spot in the middle, hugging a pillow closely to you. You still haven’t said a word.
He hesitantly sits on the opposite end, angling his body to you, still clutching papers in his hands.
“I’m so sorry”.
It’s not enough, but it’s the only thing he can think to say. You don’t respond, eyebrows furrowed and he watches you blink rapidly, hates that he knows you’re trying not to cry.
“I- I couldn’t- I’m so sorry, sweetheart”.
He looks pathetic, sitting on your couch. You can see bruises fading on his face, notice how he slouches to the left, as if he can’t straighten the right side of his body. He’s thinner - he’s never been able to eat group food - and his doe eyes aren’t as bright. You’re so hurt, so upset and you feel as if the pain will never fade but it’s Spencer, and even if you’re just a stand in to him, you love him. You don’t make eye contact with him as you whisper,
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re out, Spencer.”
He wants to whine at your words. Your voice is hoarser than his, as if it hasn’t been used in days. He’s at a loss for words, unsure what to do when you look up at him.
“How’s your mom? I’m sorry for not being there - they, they had to have figured out my routine. I should have known, should have switched it up”.
“Your… routine?” He asks, confused as to what you meant, why you would apologize.
“I saw her every day. Except the last two - I, I wasn’t able to go. But I got there at the same time every day. I know she does better with routine, but I should have known. I’m sorry”.
“It’s not your fault, please, don’t apologize”. He whispers the words, his mind racing. You’re sitting here apologizing to him for something you have no control over, for doing him a favor by making sure his mom was okay daily, when he should be down on his knees begging you for forgiveness.
You nod at his words, looking back down at the ground. Before either of you can continue, his phone rings, and you see from the corner of your eye that he winces before answering.
“…what? Which hospital? I’ll- I’ll be there soon”.
You tilt your head at this but you don’t have to ask,
“The team - JJ - and the others - they were in an accident. I have to go to the hospital, I’m so sorry. Please, please don’t leave me - we have so much to talk about - I need to explain” he begs.
He watched your face go from complete concern to bitterness to resignation. Watches you sigh.
“Just go, Spencer. I’ll go stay at your apartment tonight with your mother - we have a pretty good routine already. But go see her, make sure she’s okay”.
You can’t hide the resentment when you say the word her, and Spencer is even more confused than before. He’s grateful you are going to watch his mother, but he doesn’t understand why you seem mad about JJ of all people.
“Sweetheart-”
He tries to start but your patience has snapped and all you feel is a deep ache inside you. He needs to leave before you break and you had promised the doctor you would limit stress right now, under threat of bed rest. A voice in your head says it had to count for something that he’d sought you out, right? And he’s leaving because the team is in trouble, not just JJ. (You try to ignore the voice that says he’d leave even if it was just JJ.)
“Just go. Don’t forget to call Will”.
He gets up when you do, still holding those papers. He is so unsure what to do, he’s angry - with himself, with the situation, with not knowing. He wants you to hold him, to cry and tell you everything, to beg for forgiveness and have you kiss his forehead like you used to. But his team has called him, and he has to go.
He swallows the lump in his throat but turns back to you before leaving. With two strides he’s in front of you and he pulls you into a bone crushing hug - as if he’s trying to merge himself to you. You hug him back, tentatively and he feels immediate relief. He doesn’t stop himself from asking you, whispering into your hair,
“Why did you say her like that? What’s going on?”
You drop your arms from him as if he’s burned you, stepping out of his embrace. He misses you immediately.
Your eyes are glassy as you meet his but your words only confuse him even more.
“Why was her name first?”
He doesn’t have an answer, and you don’t expect one. You turn away, gathering your bag, already packed by the door and wait for him to follow you outside.
“Just… be safe. Don’t do anything stupid, Spencer”.
You walk away from him without waiting for a reply and climb into your car to go take care of his mother, and he leaves to go help his team. He’s still so confused, and he hits the steering wheel in anger, wanting to scream. He makes it to the hospital, sees Luke first, then JJ and then Rossi, finds out about Stephen. Luke asks about you and he thinks about asking him what happened, but knows he needs to focus on the case.
When he returns home after a terrible night, happy for the mandatory 6 weeks off, he’s grateful to find you still in his apartment, cleaning up from breakfast for his mother. He’s exhausted, he hasn’t slept more than an hour at a time in 3 months. His mother looks concerned but you distract her, have already made a plan on what to do for the next 2 days so he can rest and regroup. You barely speak to him, but you hand him paperwork on different care facilities in the area that specialize in patients like his mother. He doesn’t know how you knew it had been on his mind and doesn’t get to express his appreciation before you’re ushering his mother out the door for a day of activities.
He’s able to move his mother to a safe facility almost immediately. She seems happier there already, and he promises to visit every chance he can. He still hasn’t managed to sleep, his mind going over your question every chance he’s had. That’s when he decides to call you, begging you to come over and promising an explanation. He doesn’t know why you knock instead of using your key, but he opens the door for you, ushering you over to his couch.
You sit, looking up at him expectedly. You’re nervous to be here and you haven’t been nervous around Spencer in almost a decade. You know you need to tell him your news, but you can’t do it, not yet. You need to know where you stand before, don’t want the situation to influence him.
He sits right next to you this time, knees touching yours, and his leg shakes.
“Do you still love me?” Is the first thing he asks and you rear back in shock. How could he ask that?
“You know I do” you whisper, your voice shaking.
“I- first, I need to thank you. For staying here every single day, and so many nights. For making sure my bills were paid, for feeding my fish, for the letters and for staying”. He tells you, voice soft, hand reaching out for yours.
“Letters you never answered” you say, removing your hands from his own.
“I-” he stops, swallows hard. You look at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Do you love me? I’m the one who should be asking that, Spencer. Did I wait 87 days just for you to end us?”
His mouth falls open, and he hurriedly tries to speak.
“Of course I do! I don’t want us to end- I don’t want you to leave, ever”. His voice has gotten louder and his eyes are wide, frightened.
“Then why?” Your voice is steady, anger coursing through your veins, “Why did you write her name first, and then mine, just to cross mine out? Why did you want to see her but not me?”
The anger is still there but your voice cracks on the last word, and you clench your fist together, fighting with yourself not to cry.
“What-”
You cut him off, “I saw the list of people allowed to visit you Spencer. The one you wrote. Emily didn’t hide it in time. I have been here through everything- every hospital stay, every nightmare, every ramble. Why was I suddenly not good enough to see you? Have I always been a replacement because she wasn’t available?”
You can’t fight the tears anymore as they stream down your face, and you grab the nearby pillow to hold on to, moving your body as far away from Spencer as possible. You’re upset with Spencer and with yourself - you know he’s exhausted, that he needs to rest and heal but so do you. You’d been in the hospital for that very reason, and you knew you had to control your emotions but you also needed answers, needed them now before you spiraled down further.
Spencer realizes what list you saw, and he doesn’t know what to do or say. He hadn’t been thinking of an order, but he understands how you viewed it, especially when you also saw your name crossed off. He hates that your body shakes and shies away from him, wants to pull you into his lap and tell you everything.
“You’ve never been a replacement for anyone. She and I are just friends, I told you that…” he trails off, unsure how to even start.
You scoff at him, and then ask,
“Did you return the letters she sent? Have you already talked to her about prison? About the trips to the hospital ward? Who was the first person you saw?”
You already know he answered almost every letter he received. Luke had let it slip not knowing that Spencer hadn’t sent you one.
“Answer me.” You try to demand. You need him to say the words, need him to confirm your worst fear.
“I wrote her back, and - and I had to tell her some things, because of Cat…”
“Then I don’t know why I’m here”. You can’t do this, can’t handle it. You stand, walking around the coffee table to leave and Spencer can’t let you go, can’t bare to see you walk away so he lunges for your hand, blurting out the truth -
“I couldn’t let you see me because I- I didn’t want the one beautiful thing in my life to be marred by the ugliness of prison. I crossed your name off because I couldn’t let you see me and not touch you- I knew I’d break. I knew that watching you leave me in prison would destroy me. It was selfish but it was the only thing I could think to do. I needed the most important part of my life to not be touched by that hell. I wanted to see you - wanted to be with you every second of every day. Thinking of you was the only way I survived. I read all your letters every single day, over and over and over again even though I’d already memorized them. I would sit there, and- and trace the words you’d written, imagining you and what you’d have looked like in that moment. And I answered every single one - I have 84 replies that I never sent. I didn’t mail them because I was scared - I was terrified the entire time and I still am. Please, please don’t leave”.
You had turned to look at him halfway through his speech, and he had fallen on his knees in front of you. Tears streamed down his cheeks and it was second nature for you to gently wipe them away. You weren’t convinced, his speech was pretty but it didn’t take away the hurt, the deep ache you felt in your soul. He wasn’t done yet though,
“I wrote her name because I didn’t care if she saw me. She’s the person on the team who knows me best but she is nothing compared to you. You have seen every part of me, and stayed. I had a crush on her once, yes, but that’s not even a drop in the well of feelings I have for you. I - I can’t imagine a life without her in it but I don’t want to live a life without you. You’re the- the gravity that holds me on this Earth. You’re the air I need to breathe, the reason I can wake up and still function. The reason I’m not completely broken, or already dead. Angel - you’re the only book I want to read the rest of my life. I want to write new chapters with you, and only you. There is nothing and no one in this universe who would ever make me stop loving you. Stop wanting you. Stop needing you. I’m so sorry for making you doubt that, for ever letting those thoughts enter your brain. I’m so sorry”.
Spencer is sobbing now, gripping the hand you’d used to wipe his tears away. You find yourself kneeling on the floor in front of him, both of you still crying. But for the first time since his release, you pull him towards you, and Spencer fully breaks down in the safety of your embrace. His body trembles as he clutches you, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and he whispers, his tone pleading,
“I love you. I- I had been planning on proposing to you, before this all happened. I messed up, and I should have talked to you, should have told you. I would give up everything I have to go back and make a different choice but I can’t. I can’t and all I can do now is be honest with you. I’ve never been good with emotions - with- with saying how I feel, and I know that you know that. But I will spend every single day for the rest of my life proving how much you mean to me, how irreplaceable you are. Please, stay.”
The pieces of your heart start to knit together. You don’t agree with his decision, but you can understand. You don’t know if you would have been strong enough to leave him in the prison if you had visited. This doesn’t fix everything, but it does make the deep ache fade away, and you press kisses onto the crown of his head, rubbing his back soothingly, relishing that he’s in your arms again, that he’s real and he’s here.
“I’m not going anywhere, Spencer. I love you.”
He cries harder at your words, repeating a mantra of “thank you” mixed with “I’m so sorry” and “I love you”. You can’t kneel on the floor anymore, and you both have forgotten about dinner, moving to his bedroom instead where he lies on your chest to listen to your heart beat. He still can’t sleep through the night, but this time when he wakes up you’re there, and you kiss him each time, card your fingers through his hair and he falls back asleep.
In the morning, when he finally asks why Luke had found you at a hospital, he worries when you won’t immediately answer. When you tell him you have something for him, explain that you’d gotten it the day he left, he is even more worried. When he unwraps the pretty paper from the book you’d bought 88 days ago, he cries. This time though he’s not upset, looking at you in shock and wonder. Later, the guilt of not being there will hit him, but you’ll be there to work through it. Right now though, Spencer gives you 84 replies, and tells you every single thing that happened, not sparing you a single detail. He tells you his hope for a future with you, and even tells you about different possible futures - says that if you want him to become a cowboy with cattle, he’ll make it happen. You laugh at the notion, the first laugh in 3 months, and let him know you’re fine where you are, as long as he never leaves again. He promises he never will. He promises your name will be the first on any list from now on, but says you’ll have to make an exception for whatever name you two choose from the book. It’s a fair compromise, and one you agree with. You spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other, slowly healing, but most importantly, together.
(When your child is born, he doesn’t argue with the decision for Luke and Emily to be the godparents, wholeheartedly agrees, just writes their names on a new list, right after yours.)
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breadbrobin · 3 months
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campfire games
luke castellan x reader - percy jackson and the olympians
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[established relationship, fem!daughter of ares reader]
summary: bets are fun, until they aren’t. you’re fine though. luke knows you’re an absolute badass.
warning: pushy male behaviour, suggestive comments, swearing, bets, threats, assault (physical), sexual harassment.
word count: 1.6k
(help i’m writing too many of these but this is the only other good one also feel free to leave requests yall i’m on summer break i have so much time and need something to do 🤩🤩)
(also i am still in love with luke castellan thank you very much I CAN FIX HIM PLSSSS)
(also very sorry to anyone named andrew it was the first name i thought of)
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there wasn’t much that your siblings in the ares cabin liked more than winning capture the flag, but watching you tear down another boys’ ego was definitely one of those few things.
campfires were great for many reasons. singing, marshmallows, games—and bets. when chiron and mr d. turned in for the night early, something that rarely happened, the bets would come out. guys would try and talk to you, your siblings would intercept them, find out what they wanted, then place bets among themselves and with other campers as to how long it would take you to tear them down a few notches, or, on occasion, tear them a new one.
clarisse patted your shoulder as two of your brothers talked to another camper. “incoming.”
“details?” you picked at the chipped red polish of your fingernails.
“son of apollo. been here for about two months. andrew. something about wanting to go on a date with you and thinking you’re prettier than the aphrodite girls.” she rolled her eyes. “he tried it on with me before and doesn’t like taking no for an answer, so break his spirit completely. or, you know, his bones.”
you saluted her teasingly. “yes, ma’am. you can count on me, sergeant.”
she patted your shoulder again with a joking grin. “good on you, private. godspeed.”
with that, she left you sitting alone.
well, not really alone.
luke castellan had somehow ended up as your bodyguard in all of these cases. probably something to do with the fact that you’d been dating in secret for the last three months. you weren’t a huge fan of keeping your relationship a secret, but when you’d told clarisse, she told you that her and your other siblings wanted to keep making easy money, and betting on me was the best way to do that. since everyone thought you and luke hated each other anyway, it was easy enough to keep it up, but as your mocking remarks turned to teasing, then to flirting, it was getting more and more difficult. and as he was getting more attractive each day, it was getting harder not to kiss him in front of everyone at camp.
you swivelled in your seat to look up at him. he was sitting three rows back, almost hidden in the darkness, a distinctly put out look on his face.
“you hear that?” you asked with raised eyebrows and a grin on your face. “he thinks i’m prettier than the aphrodite girls. when have you ever said that?”
“i told you you’re prettier than a model one time and you punched me,” he said dryly. “and then i said you look like a goddess while fighting and you punched me again.”
“in my defence, i did hate you at the time.” you shrugged. “got my back?”
“always.” he said seriously.
you grinned and winked at him as you turned around, waiting for the newest idiot to come annoy you.
luke had, once upon a time, been one of those idiots in your mind. he irritated you to no end. he was better than you at sword fighting, so you bested him at everything else. he was more popular than you, so you became one of the most well-liked people at camp. all of your attempts to break him down, however, only made him fall in love with you. now, there you were, wishing you could be sitting beside him instead of waiting for some loser to come annoy you to death.
“y/n, hey.” andrew said, sitting next to you, probably a little too close.
you looked over at him. “andrew, right?”
he nodded, his smile widening as you knew his name.
you sat up straighter and scrutinised him, looking him up and down. “yeah, you look like an andrew.”
you heard luke hide a laugh in his cup behind you.
andrew’s face fell a little, but he regained it quickly. “heard you were one of the best fighters in camp.”
“i am.”
“that’s pretty cool. i mean, i can help you become the best if you want.”
“no, i think i’m okay.”
“come on, i mean, everyone needs to improve. even the self-proclaimed best. bet i’m better at archery than you at least.”
you looked over at his smirk and had to stop yourself from smirking too. this would be too easy. “no. thanks, though. i’m good on my own. one of the best, remember.”
“you could be better. we should have a little challenge. a game.”
“i only play games with people i like.”
“you could like me.” he leaned a little closer. you leaned away slightly. “i bet i could make you like me.”
you had to stop yourself from laughing. “yeah, i don’t think so, buddy.”
‘buddy’ was usually all it took to break a man’s ego. you’d used it on luke many times during unusually flirtatious sparring, back when you still pretended to hate his guts. it didn’t work on him anymore, but it usually worked perfectly on everyone else.
andrew didn’t falter. “i bet i could. give me a chance. let me take on a date. show you a good time.”
“no, thanks,” you said calmly. your siblings were watching intently. clarisse looked ready to step in if you needed it. you wondered what he’d said or done to her to put her on edge. then you realised it wasn’t what he’d done to her. it was what he was about to do to you.
his hand was on your thigh, gripping onto the bare skin by the hem of your shorts.
his hand was on your thigh.
gross.
you looked up at him, eyes sharp. you could hear luke shifting slightly behind you. “what are you doing?” you voice was deathly calm.
“showing you that i can show you a good time, princess.” his voice oozed honey—sickly sweet and sticky, like a fly trap. good thing you hated honey.
“how about i show you how many bones there are in the hand? by breaking every single one.” your voice was equally as saccharine sweet, but your eyes were glaring daggers into his and your jaw was set tight.
he just shifted his hand higher. you tried to push him off but he was strong. annoyingly strong.
he tutted. “come on, sweetheart. you’re gonna make a scene.”
you finally managed to peel his hand off your skin. “i’ll make a scene, alright. get off me and leave me alone. and while you’re at it, leave my sister alone too.”
he raised his hands, a sickening, sleazy smirk on his face. “i was just being nice, princess. you and your sister need to relax. you especially. i can help you relax.”
“oh, i’d love that. you know how i relax?” you tilted your head mockingly, eyes hard. “i punch my enemies in the face.”
he laughed. “you’re cute. now, come on. it’s not like you’ve got anything going for yourself. i mean, you’re hot, sure, but no guys ever gonna look at you when they realise how much of a bitch you are. not like i will.”
you rolled your eyes and stood up. it was time to go and sit by luke. it grated at you, but if he wouldn’t listen to you, maybe he’d listen to another guy.
he didn’t let you leave. his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him as he stood up too. you were chest to chest with him. he towered over you, at least six inches taller. you stepped back, but he pulled you in by your waist and laughed.
“look at how good we look together,” he smirked. “i could show you—“
you punched him in the stomach. he doubled over, finally letting you go, so you kneed his diaphragm. he gasped for air as you stepped back. your friend chris rodriguez whistled appreciatively.
“touch me, or anyone here, ever again and i won’t just hurt you.” you hissed at him. “i’ll beat your ass, then i’ll drag you past the boundary and leave you for the monsters. got it?”
he nodded, still hunched over.
“good boy,” you grit out.
“fucking bitch,” he grunted.
your eyes darkened, but you didn’t do anything. your siblings were right behind him, all ready to drag him away. “good luck walking tomorrow, andrew.”
“good luck finding a guy stupid enough to fuck you,” he scorned.
you laughed. “hey, luke?”
“yeah, babe?” he stepped down beside you, his hand settling on your hip and pulling you gently into his side. andrew faltered at the sight. he probably hadn’t even realised luke was up there.
“are you stupid enough to fuck me?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “oh, i’m way past stupid.”
you didn’t care about any of your sibling’s bets anymore. you didn’t care that people thought you hated each other. you especially didn’t care that everyone was watching. you kissed him. and in front of the whole camp, he kissed you back.
your siblings groaned in disappointment, knowing their betting days were over, but you didn’t care. you smiled the stupidest smile ever as you pulled away, feeling like you’d just had your first kiss all over again.
“what?” he asked quietly.
“nothing.” you shook your head. “just glad we don’t have to hide anymore.”
after months of kissing behind buildings, pretending to fight in public and avoiding each other so people wouldn’t find out, it felt honestly freeing to kiss him in the open.
he kissed you again as your siblings dragged andrew away. “and all it took was an asshole.”
“thanks for not stepping in,” you said. “i had it handled.”
“oh, i know you did. i was more than happy to watch you destroy his ego.”
“good, because if you had stepped in—“
“i’d be going home in an ambulance?” he smiled.
“no, you’d be going home in a hearse.”
“ah, my bad.”
as the campfire kept burning, you sat down with luke. your legs were pressed against his and his arm was around your waist. there wasn’t much that you liked more than tearing boy’s egos down, but being with luke castellan was definitely one of those few things.
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mischiefmoons · 13 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEE <3
🐥 luke castellan x reader in a long distance relationship & he calls her after he’s had a few drinks bc he misses her (fluff or smut, whatever u want)
MWUAH
MDNI
🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥
a/n: loser!luke? more like whipped!luke, very whiny.... i believe in my heart he's an ass man but that's me being self-indulgent anyways smut but he just masturbates because he's a needy fuck
wc: 914
frances made me do it blame her i'm putting my phone away in fear
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At first it was a good idea.
Picking colleges an hour away from each other seemed like the right thing to do, a very mature adult thing even—especially after spending a good four years of being attached to each other at Camp Half Blood. Personal growth, you both reasoned, and college was a great way to branch out and be independent. You didn’t need to be with each other 24/7, and seeing each other on weekends wasn’t all that bad. Luke couldn’t give less of a shit now though—he’s tipsy after downing a few Heinekens and all he can think about are very R-rated adult things he did with you last weekend when he went to visit. 
Some things never change, and he reckons he’d settle for anything you give him, whether it be a picture of your ass or the sound of your voice over the phone. His hands fumble with his belt buckle as he sprawls across the couch in his apartment. The sound of the phone ringing adds to his anticipation until he hears a click and your voice filters through like music to his ears.
“Miss me, baby?”
“Like you wouldn’t imagine,” he sighs, noticing his cock stand at attention at the few words that have left your mouth. He’s convinced you’re a witch of some sort—that or he’s been pavloved to feel hot at even the idea of you. Cheeks flushing, he can’t help but stick his hand in his boxers and stroke himself as you tell him about the paper you’re writing, steady tap-taps of your keyboard in the background as he strokes himself slowly. Your voice is hushed to not wake up your roommate, but well, his dick is fully awake at the sound of your murmurs. Only you could make the Ides of March sound sexy, and you quickly notice Luke’s not paying attention when you hear a low groan through the phone.
“You’re not even listening to me, babe,” you giggle, “my boy feeling needy?”
“I’m a man,” he whines, your laughter trickling through from your end and tickling every one of his senses as he spits into his hand and gets down to business just wishing you were here to help him. He even tries to tease his balls like how you would, but thinking too hard about it makes him aggravated.
“You’re crazy, Lu…” you whisper, “can feel how desperate you are from all the way over here.”
“Crazy for you. Whatcha wearing, hot stuff?” 
He smiles when you tell him you’re in those leggings he likes and Luke closes his eyes tightly as he fists his cock. Through the stars that dance in his vision he thinks he can smell you–all sweat and sweetness just how he likes. His head lolls onto his shoulder in desperation as his hand moves up and down adding pressure as he imagines your hole fluttering around him and taking him so well, covering him in your slick instead of his own pathetic spit. Luke’s tongue sticks out the side of his mouth as he concentrates. 
Gods you’re pretty when you ride him—the curve of your waist when you bounce in his lap and the crescent-shaped marks he leaves when he grabs onto your hips, forcing you down harder so that all you can both hear is the slapping of skin. Luke moans, a broken, almost shameful sound until he remembers he’s alone in the apartment tonight. 
You’re still tapping away at your keyboard unfazed by your boyfriend’s arousal.
“Poor baby, you close? What’s on your mind?”
“Mmmph…How your back arches when you ride me…Like the way you let me pull your hair,” he grits, his hand moving faster as precum drips over the precipice of his cock, swollen and angry and he’s almost there. The veins in his forearm look like they’re about to burst and he’s dizzy with want, his heart beating faster with his movements.
“Yeah? You know I like it when you need me. Wish I could be there and do that thing you like.” 
He can hear the grin in your voice as he shakes his head, breathing harder and groaning. He can see it so clearly in his head—feel the swivel of your hips as your pussy clenches down on every ridge of his cock, and all he can do right now is rub his thumb over the sensitive area as he gasps for air. 
“Got you baby, just let go for me…”
Luke hisses, spurts of hot, milky cum hitting the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, before he takes a deep breath. He hears you shut your laptop and the sound of you shuffling in your room.
“Didn’t even make it to Facetime this time around. Sorry baby, missed you bad,” he chuckles, taking another sip of now warm beer.
“It’s been four days, Luke,” you tease, “but I was hoping you’d return the favor.”
“Oh yeah? Lemme see your pretty face.”
He presses the button to Facetime, but you don’t answer, and the sound of a car starting catches his attention.
“Babe?”
“Unlike you, I’d rather have the real thing. See you in an hour,” you laugh, pulling out of your driveway.
“It’s Thursday!”
“And it’s my turn to drive up anyway, so you better fuck me so hard I’ll have a reason to call in sick. I’m driving as fast as I can, Lu!”
And what type of rational adult would he be to deny that?
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i. busy streets and busy lives, and all we know is touch and go. | luke castellan | state of grace
fourteen-year-old luke castellan develops a crush on the pretty girl who shows him a type of kindness he'd never experienced before.
athena!reader x luke castellan. not canon compliant, no betrayal. happy ending luke :)
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fourteen-year-old luke castellan was apprehensive to let go of annabeth’s hand. the small girl just healed from her injuries following their arrival to camp. she showed no sign that she was physically not okay, but luke could still feel her shaking. they’d both just lost thalia, a companion, a friend, who they faced the scariest things with, far greater than any of their imaginations could conjure up combined. luke didn’t think it was a good idea for her to be sent off to cabin 6 just yet, away from him. 
“s’kay, luke,” annabeth tugged on his hand. he looked down at her, finding no trace of nervousness on her features. instead, she had an eager smile on her face as mr. d and chiron waited for her to walk across the stone path to meet her siblings. “i’m not going far.” 
oh, luke realized. he was the one shaking. 
he put on his brave face, telling himself that he had to be strong for his sister, but he knew deep down, he probably needed annabeth more than she needed him. the girl looked excited to be with her real siblings, and luke was being selfish keeping her away from them. he’d just lost so much already; his childhood, his sanity, at one point, his mom, thalia, and letting go of beth’s hand felt like he was giving up. he just needed something to live for, something bigger than his survival. 
luke crouched down to get eye-level with her, smiling softly, “if you need anything, i’m just a few doors down, ‘kay? whatever you need, little beth.” 
“i know,” she giggled, innocence in her eyes. she didn’t quite understand why her brother was being dramatic about it. they were safe now. 
luke ruffled her hair, making her squeal, before getting up. he gave a courteous nod to chiron and mr. d, taking hold of beth’s hand again as he walked towards the two children of athena waiting across the way. 
luke didn’t miss the way annabeth’s eyes sparkled at the buildings around her. she pointed out the intricacies of the columns lining the exteriors of some of the cabins, marveling at the vines that engulfed the walls of cabin 4. luke wondered if he was ever this small, if he ever found the beauty in the small things the same way that annebeth did. perhaps, in memories that are lost and locked away in the back of his mind, he used to be like her. 
annabeth looked happy here, safe. luke let out a breath of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in. he’d given up on a life other than survival a long time ago. since he was nine, he’d been running from everything all on his own. then he met thalia and he didn’t feel so alone anymore. and meeting annabeth, well, he found a new reason to keep going after that. she was too young to have experienced all of this. if he couldn’t protect his own innocence, maybe he could protect hers as much as he possibly could. 
“you must be annabeth,” you smiled at her, crouching down to her height the same way luke just did. “i’m y/n. i’m so glad to have a new sister.” 
“yeah, i’m annabeth. nice to meet you,” annabeth removed her hand from luke’s grasp, reaching over to shake your hand. your eyebrows raised in surprise, pleased at her manners, and accepted her handshake. she pointed at luke, “this is my brother, luke.” 
the boy beside you, holding a clipboard, furrowed his eyebrows. he flipped through the notes he had on his board, “i was told there was only one child of athena.” 
“yeah, no, i- i’m a child of hermes,” luke shook his head, the name of his father tasted bitter on his tongue. he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “she just means it like metaphorically? is that the word? we-we’re not actually related.” 
you stood up, eyes darting between him and beth. luke’s eyes met yours and he couldn’t help but flush under your stare. he’d seen pretty girls before; in line at a grocery store while he stuffed his pockets with stolen twinkies and chips, in the mall where he’d sit at sometimes to get away from the harsh weather outside, even on his way to see chiron and mr. d when he got a glimpse of aphrodite’s daughters, but he’d never seen anyone like you before. 
you had a commanding presence about you, like you had the answers to everyone’s questions and knew what was best for everyone, but it wasn’t intimidating at all. one look at you and luke knew you were a leader, one that led with grace and empathy and blessed with a face of an angel. you had soft features, kind eyes, high cheeks like you didn’t go a day without smiling, and hair that framed your face perfectly. he wouldn’t be surprised if people didn’t hesitate to follow you to the ends of the world if you asked them to. he was about ready to do that and he’d only just met you. 
you grinned at him, the crinkles by your eyes appearing, “but she’s your sister.” 
the smile that he returned to you was effortless. he glanced down at annabeth, nudging her, “but she’s my sister. annoying, but my sister, nonetheless.” 
“hey!” 
you and luke laughed at her harmless protest, sharing a look with each other that nobody else caught. the boy next to you, who unenthusiastically introduced himself as oliver, tucked his clipboard under his arm and motioned for all of you to start walking to the cabin. 
“luke,” oliver said, stopping his tracks, “we can take it from here. i’m sure you want to get some rest in your cabin after the 48 hours you just had.” 
luke wanted to say no. he didn’t want to leave annabeth yet. he would rather sit through long, droning minutes of learning about athena’s cabin, though he had no use for it since he won’t be living there, than retreat to the hermes cabin. but he also didn’t want to seem weak, clinging onto a seven-year-old girl when he should be perfectly fine on his own. annabeth said so herself, she wasn’t going far. 
you lived up to your angel-like demeanor when you spoke for him. you noticed the flash of panic in his eyes as he took in oliver’s words. you cleared your throat, “rest is for losers, oli. plus, the more the merrier. i say luke should come with us.” 
oliver huffed, but nodded, continuing his steps to cabin 6. you fell into a rhythm with him, conversing about camp activities that luke wasn’t too familiar with yet. annabeth trudged happily beside him, silent as she stared out into the view of camp. luke had to pull her by her shirt to stop her from running into things, her excitement getting the best of her. 
as oliver began his rant about some ares kid, you turned your head to sneak a glance at him and annabeth. luke felt his chest tighten when you smiled at him, all teeth and sunshine, before returning to your conversation with your brother. 
annabeth tapped luke’s hip, “i like her.” 
luke couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he looked down at her. his cheeks hurt from smiling so much, “me too.” 
luke wished he could say that the rest of his introduction to camp half-blood was as pleasant and nice as his interaction with you, but the rowdy cabin he was met with after he left annabeth in cabin 6 was something that he was not prepared for. unlike the athena cabin, where things were neat and put together, scrolls and books lining the walls, the hermes cabin was a mess. 
there were clothes thrown everywhere, makeshift beds in every corner of the cabin, and dozens of kids, claimed and unclaimed, running around. luke wanted to punch oliver across his face because how on earth was he supposed to get some “rest” with all of this going on? 
luke sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder as he searched for an empty bed. much to his dismay, the only bed available was the one right next to the entrance. he tried not to think about how little sleep he’d be getting with the door slamming open and shut with how many kids seemed to live in this place.
luke rolled his eyes, watching his siblings jump on the beds as they chased each other. none of them seemed to notice that he arrived, that he was new, but he learned from you earlier that too many half-bloods came and went in the hermes cabin. they were probably used to seeing unfamiliar faces and didn’t bother to introduce themselves anymore. 
with a silent groan, luke lay on his bed, trying to drown out the noise of laughter by pushing his thin pillow against his ears. the noise wasn’t unwelcomed, per se, but it was just foreign to him. he’d spent countless nights falling asleep to the sound of coos from animals in the woods and the sound of hushed echoes in the caves he called home. he’d slept through the roaring of the train tracks by his head and the sound of city noise outside his window when he managed to sneak into an empty motel room. he’d slept through the feeling of imminent danger, but never this. he doesn’t remember the last time he slept to the sounds of children laughing. 
he probably got a few minutes of rest before the cabin door swung open. the children quickly quieted down, which made luke get up from his position on his bed, ready to thank whoever it was that got his siblings to calm down. of course, luke wasn’t surprised when you were standing at the door, arms crossed over your chest. 
“come on, guys,” you tutted, shaking your head. “can’t you see someone is trying to rest? luke is new here and you’re not making a good first impression.” 
mumbles of apologies rang through the cabin before they all scurried out the door, all blushing in embarrassment as you sent them a look of faux disappointment. you walked over to luke, stopping at the foot of his bed. he sat up straighter, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. 
“sorry about them,” you grimaced, “they have too much energy for their own good sometimes, but you’ll grow to love them. i swear it.”
“yeah, they’re cute.” 
you couldn’t help but snort at the sarcasm in his voice. you motioned for the seat beside him on his bed and luke moved over to give you more space. you were so close to him that he could feel the heat of your skin radiating off you. “i take it your first day hasn’t been the best?” 
“it’s been… okay,” he trailed off, suddenly self-conscious. his curls were a mess on his head and he’s sure the pillow he had against his face left an imprint. “just a lot to take in, i guess.” 
“i get that,” you said, taking off your shoes to sit criss-cross on his bed. luke thought the cartoon owls on your socks were charming. “i remember my first day here and how chaotic it was. i would love to tell you that it stops being like that after a while, but i’d be lying and i don’t want to start off our relationship on a lie.”
luke knew that what you meant by “relationship” was platonic, with no romantic connotations, but he was a teenage boy developing a hopeless crush on a pretty girl, way out of his league, so so sue him for how his heartbeat increased ten-fold at the word.
he tugged on the neckline of his shirt, “do they always listen to you like this?” 
“i don’t know if “listen” is the right word,” you chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i’ve been here a while, so all the kids know me. i dunno, if i had to guess, i’d say they’re just used to me.” 
luke hummed. you were being modest. it was clear that all the kids liked you. on the way to the athena cabin, multiple campers greeted you as you passed by, completely ignoring oliver who was beside you and him and annabeth who were trailing not far behind. you had to make so many stops to engage in small conversations with the people you ran into, younger and older kids alike. he was shocked at how you remembered everyone’s names. he lost track after the third kid. 
luke’s stomach growled in hunger and he couldn’t even play it off because it was silent in the cabin. he shut his eyes, embarrassed, as he looked away from you, clutching his stomach, begging his body to be his friend for once. 
“perfect timing, luke,” you showed no sign of being affected by his embarrassment. you slipped your feet into your sneakers. luke noticed you tied the laces of your shoes loosely, making it easier to take them on and off. “lunch is in five minutes so we better get going. when the ares kids get there first, they massacre the food before any of us gets the chance to put anything on our plate. all that training makes them hungry.” 
luke followed you out the door as you explained the structure and schedule of camp half-blood. he was only half paying attention to you because he was too busy listening to the sound of your voice and watching your face light up when you talked about something you found particularly cool. 
as you approached the line for food, thankfully before the ares kids, you handed luke a tray. he began to scoop up some food, before turning to look at you, “don’t take this the wrong way, but shouldn’t the hermes head counselor be showing me around? not that i’m not enjoying this tour you’re giving me, but i figured each head counselor for each cabin would be doing this for their new siblings.” 
“typically, yeah,” you shrugged, “i’m not even the head counselor of cabin 6 yet.” 
luke’s eyebrows raised, “you’re not?”
“nope,” you replied, leading him over to an empty table. he sat across from you, waiting for you to continue. “oli is, but he’s leaving after this year. he got accepted to MIT. i’ll be taking over for him when he leaves.” 
“that’s cool,” luke nodded, taking a bite out of the chili mac on his plate. “who’s the head counselor for the hermes cabin?” 
a frown appeared on your face as you looked down at your plate. you used your fork to push around your food, “lettie used to be.” 
luke knew that tone– grief. it was the same tone he used to tell two apollo kids to be quiet when he overheard them talking about thalia when he and annabeth were still in the infirmary. that tone meant that it was something that shouldn’t be discussed. he changed the subject, “how’s little beth settling in?” 
your usual smile returned to your face at the mention of annabeth. luke was glad it was back. “she’s great! she’s brilliant, which i expected, but she’s incredible. truly, luke, she fits right in.” 
pride bloomed in his chest. of course beth was already impressing people. she was too smart for her own good and sometimes luke had trouble keeping up with her. at least now she had her siblings to talk to. “she is great, isn’t she?” 
you nodded, “polite, too. can’t say the same about some of these kids.” 
as if on cue, two kids started bickering with each other, using colorful language that luke was sure they probably shouldn’t be using at their age. they continued to spew insults at each other before an older camper marched over to them and scolded them. the interaction ended in the two kids muttering insincere apologies to each other.
you motioned to the scene with your fork, “see what i mean?” 
luke laughed, bringing his attention back to you. “how long have you been here?” 
“three years,” you pulled out the necklace from under your shirt, showing off the beads on the string. “i got here when i was 11. grover was my protector, too.” 
“how was–” he cleared his throat, swallowing the last bits of chili mac he had in his mouth. he usually didn’t care about how messily he ate, but you were so put together that he figured he shouldn’t scarf down his food like a heathen in front of you. beth used to make fun of him because he inhaled his food so fast that she wondered if he even chewed. “how was your life before all of this?” 
“nothing special, really. my dad tried his best to raise me, but he didn’t really know what he was doing. a single dad raising a daughter on his own is hard enough, and adding that your kid is a demigod would surely have anyone raising a white flag.” luke nodded in understanding, too familiar with the pressures of that from what he could remember about his mom. you continued, “but life was good before camp half-blood, normal. i grew up in a small town in connecticut so there wasn’t much to do.” 
luke’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “where in connecticut? i grew up in westport.” 
your jaw dropped, eyes lighting up in glee. you dropped your fork on your tray, leaning over to grab his shoulders from across the table, “no way! i’m from south wilton!” 
the name sounded familiar. he recalls seeing the name on a road sign when he first left connecticut, but he couldn’t remember exactly where it was. a lot of the places he used to go to as a kid blurred together into one giant mush over the years, but with how excited you were to find out he was from westport, he figured you guys lived relatively close to each other. 
luke thought about it; a different life where he probably met you under a different circumstance. maybe you guys ended up at the same high school, both terrified little freshmen, hoping that the older kids would take it easy on you on your first day. or maybe you met earlier than that; perhaps luke was sent off to another middle school, no doubt after getting expelled because of his shenanigans like he always did, and you’d be a student there. there were so many other ways you could’ve met each other, but something in his heart told him that the ending would be the same. 
you’d still be the nice, pretty girl sitting in front of him at the lunch tables, showing him the ropes of life, showing him the type of kindness he never experienced before. though, he’d probably be eating the smushed pb & j sandwich that he forgot in the bottom of his book bag that his mom packed him for lunch instead of chili mac and you’d both be normal kids, excitedly talking about recess activities instead of swapping war stories about hellhounds and monsters. 
“what a small world,” you commented, sitting back down on your seat. luke missed the feeling of your hands on his shoulders. he liked how touchy you were. it was like your emotions were so intense that you had to grab onto someone to keep you grounded. you looked up to the roof, wondering, “i wonder how many times we almost met each other. south wilton is only ten minutes away from westport.”
“probably not many times,” luke replied, off-handedly. he wiped his greasy fingers on the napkin beside him. he didn’t know he still managed to get messy even though he tried his best to eat proper, but you didn’t seem to mind. “i didn’t really go out a lot, i don’t think. always had to stay home with my mom.” 
maybe it was because you were the daughter of athena and you were blessed with heightened emotional intelligence, but you sensed that there was something deeper to luke’s words that he seemed to not want to share. 
luke lived with the unfortunate ability to only remember the bad things that happened in his life. he attributes it to his knack for survival; if he remembers the things that could get him caught in a sticky situation, then he won’t put himself in that predicament again. dodging death left and right for five years meant that his brain was filled with a step-by-step guide on how not to die, which left little to no space for happy memories. the things that he does remember from his childhood were things like turning the stove off because his mom forgot she was in the middle of making dinner or remembering to close the window in the fall or else the house gets too cold because his mom forgot to pay the electric bill for the heater. 
not really the best memories to have of his childhood, but it taught him a lot. it kept him alive. 
“that’s okay,” you took a bite out of the strawberry on your tray, red juice slipping from the corner of your mouth. you wiped it away with your forearm, giving him a wide grin, “we met each other here so it doesn’t really matter, does it?” 
before he could answer, annabeth came racing to the table, out of breath. she was grinning like a fool, already talking luke’s ear off about how great the athena cabin was. luke pushed his tray away, turning to face the girl, nodding happily as she animatedly explained all the new things she’d learned. he couldn’t get a word in to respond because she kept talking and talking, but luke didn’t mind. 
he stole a glance at you as annabeth took a break to take a sip of water. you watched the two of them fondly, chin propped up on your hand, listening to the girl’s stories as if you weren’t there when it all happened. 
he thought of your question. no, he decided, it doesn’t really matter. he was here with you now.
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zegrasdrysdale · 1 month
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Hi! Could you do a Luke Hughes x reader where the reader still goes to UMich while Luke is in Jersey w/ Jack and she speculates he’s cheating on her? Angst with a happy ending, preferably? Thank you!
[ 604 miles ] l. hughes
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paring : Luke Hughes x fem!reader
summary : after seeing Luke on Jack’s private story, his girlfriend begins speculating that he’s doing more than just playing hockey
warning(s) : angst ! but w a happy ending. mentions of cheating. reader still goes to Umich
author’s note : oooh this is gonna be juicy
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She trusts Luke. She swear she does, but she can’t help but feel the little pull at her heart when she watches him in the background of Jack’s private story.
A bunch of their mutual Michigan friends started to text her while she was doing homework. Even fans on social media have been posting about it and tagging her in posts.
She was confused, then she opened Snapchat to see what they were talking about.
In one video, Jack’s drunk and dancing to some song that she doesn’t know. In the background, she sees her boyfriend sitting at a booth with some blonde at his side. He isn’t touching her, but she’s sitting too close to him.
In another video, Luke’s in the background dancing with that same girl. She notices the smile on Luke’s face when he faces the camera.
It brings tears to her eyes as she jumps to an immediate conclusion. She’s been right every time so far.
She truly thought he was different than the other hockey players she dated. They all cheated on her too, and Luke promised her over and over again that he would never do that to her.
Well, here he is. Probably cheating on her and Jack is posting it all over his private Snap story for all their mutual friends to see. It’s embarrassing for her.
It took months for Luke to break down the wall she built around her heart. They met halfway through their freshman year at Michigan. It wasn’t until the beginning of their sophomore year that they started dating.
With her sadness turning into anger and tears rolling down her hot face, she calls Luke. It keeps ringing. And ringing. So she calls one more time.
And gets his voicemail.
“Luke Warren Hughes, you have five minutes to call me back or you’re going to end up without a girlfriend,” she says into the phone. “I mean it. And you better have a damn good reason you’re dancing with some random blonde girl on Jack’s Snapchat.” Then she hits the end button and puts the phone on her desk with the screen up.
A minute passes and her phone doesn’t ring. She doesn’t get a text.
Two minutes pass and her fingers are itching to call him again. She wants to stay true to her word because if Luke has a good explanation as to why he’s with some blonde then he’ll call her back.
Four minutes pass from the call. She drafts a text to Jack that she’s going to send in a minute if her phone doesn’t ring.
‘ tell luke i’m going to send him his things that i have in my apartment and that i want mine back. i’m done. ’
After five minutes pass, she sends the text.
It’s not the first time that this has happened, and it’s the last. Not only is she done with Luke, she’s done with any hockey boys in general. Too many times has she gotten her heart broken because the relationship had to go long distance. Too many times has she had too much trust.
Two minutes after she sents Jack the text, her phone rings. Jack is calling her.
“I really don’t feel like explaining why-”
“What do you mean you’re done?” Luke interrupts before she can finish her sentence. “What did I do?”
Her jaw drops. “You can’t be serious, Luke,” she replies. “I saw you in the background of Jack’s snaps getting too comfortable with a blonde girl. Sitting with her and a smile on your face while dancing with her? You told me you wouldn’t break my heart.”
“That’s not- baby, she’s a friend,” Luke tries to defend. “Jack’s friend if I’m being honest. He was busy hanging out with Nico and Dawson so she came to sit with me. She dragged me out onto the dance floor and told me to dance. I told her I had a girlfriend and she still dragged me to the dance floor and got close to me. I didn’t try to do anything with her because I don’t want to.”
Tears sting her eyes. “I gave you a chance to explain yourself,” she tells him. “I called you twice before I texted Jack. It took me texting Jack before you called me from his phone. You told me you’d never break my heart but you did. I don’t trust you, Luke. I’ve been told that same story over and over again.”
Luke stays silent. She has to dry her own tears that have rolled down her cheeks. She has to cover her mouth so she doesn’t let out a sob that he hears.
She’s standing her ground. She’s protecting her heart. The 604 miles between them should be enough space and make it easier to move on.
“(Y/N), I would never cheat on you,” Luke tells her. She can hear the sincerity in his voice but she still doesn’t believe him.
“Luke, I can’t right now,” she softly says. She’s pretty sure he can’t even hear her because of how loud it is in the bar or wherever they are. “I’m sorry.”
Then she hangs up. She shuts her phone off and crawls into bed, completely forgetting about her homework. All she wants to do right now is wallow.
His words are just words. She knows what she saw. Right now, nothing that Luke can say to her will change her mind about being done.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
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It’s nearly two in the afternoon when she hears a knock on her off-campus apartment door. She hasn’t gotten up out of bed in nearly forty-eight hours except to use the bathroom. Her phone hasn’t been turned on since her talk with Luke the other day.
Someone is probably coming to check on her since she has fallen off the face of the Earth for the moment. That is the only reason why she drags herself out of bed to go answer the door.
When she swings open the door, it’s the last person she expects to be on her doorstep. He actually supposed to be in California right now. They have a game to play in a few hours in Anaheim.
Luke holds a single rose out for her and a little basket full of snacks is in his other hand. “I was going to get a whole bouquet for you but I forgot to grab one at the store,” he tells her. “If anyone asks, I did not pull this from the bed by the front door of the building.”
“What are you doing here?” she asks. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I wanted to talk,” he replies. “You haven’t been replying to any of my texts or answering my calls. I told Lindy that I needed a few personal days and he told me that I can come back when I’m ready to. I didn’t want you to keep thinking that I was cheating on you or hurting you. That was never my intention.”
She rolls her eyes and walks into the apartment. Luke is quick to follow her and shut the door behind her. “You can say what you have to say then you can get on a flight to Anaheim to play tonight,” she tells him as she sits on the couch in the living room.
He sets the basket of snacks on the coffee table in front of her and sets the rose next to it. Luke pulls out his phone and taps on it for a second. She’s about to say something when he shows her his screen.
It’s a picture of the blonde girl that was with Luke, but she’s all cuddled up with Jack. Jack looks happy and is looking at her like she’s the only person in the world. It was taken at the beginning of the night because she can tell that there is something behind Jack’s eyes.
“It’s Jack’s ‘friend’,” Luke assures her. “They’re together but aren’t telling people they’re together but they make it obvious that they are. The reason she was hanging out with me for a little bit was because she wanted to know how to tell Jack that she’s ready to publicly be together.”
She looks up at Luke behind the phone. “You couldn’t answer your phone and just tell me that?” she asks.
“I left it in the car,” he tells her. He taps on the screen a few more times and holds up a screenshot of his and Jack’s locations. They weren’t together, and it looks like Luke was right outside the building.
It’s all making sense to her. Her and her trust issues were wrong this time.
A pout forms on her lips at the same time tears form in her eyes. “You really weren’t lying to me,” she mumbles. Her voice is incredibly shaky.
“I told you that I would never break your heart,” Luke tells her. “Not intentionally. I definitely wouldn’t cheat on you. I know you’re past with that and no matter how upset I am with you, I wouldn’t resort to that. Unlike everyone else you’ve been with, I’m more willing to communicate. Hell, I took time away from the team to come make sure we were okay.”
One of the tears rolls down her cheeks and Luke uses the back of his pointer finger to wipe it away. She leans into his touch and looks at him. “I’m sorry, Luke,” she says. It comes out as more of a sob than actual words.
He moves closer to her and throws an arm over her shoulders. She curls up against him and Luke kisses the top of her head. “It’s okay,” he assures her. “I know how you think so I gave you a little bit then came to talk to you. Just needed you to think with your head and not your past.”
She frowns and throws her legs over his lap. Luke holds her close.
“Do you want to go to Anaheim to play?” she asks as she looks up at him. “There’s enough time for you to make it for warmups.”
Luke shakes his head. “I think I want to spend a few days with you,” he replies. “I’m pretty sure they can handle a couple of games without me. I need a handful of days off where I don’t think about hockey. I haven’t been playing the best so a break sounds nice.”
“It’s your first season,” she tells him as she runs her fingers through his curls. “There is so much pressure on you because of your last name. You’re most likely feeling it without realizing it.”
He looks at his girlfriend. “I know,” he sighs. “Just give me a few days and I’ll head back to Jersey to play when they get back from the California trip.”
She leans forward and presses a long kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” she tells him. “I think you’ll grow into your NHL skates. You’ll have an insane season next season, or even for the last 20 something games of the season.”
“I love you too,” Luke replies. “Sorry I made you think I was cheating on you.”
“Got you to come see me so I guess I forgive you,” she teases.
It’s been a few weeks since Luke came to see her. They watched the All Star game together in the apartment. That was the last time they saw each other.
Luke gets comfortable on the couch. “Can we take a nap since we’re okay?” he asks. “I’m exhausted.”
“Only if we move to the bed because you are too big to share a couch with.”
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murdrdocs · 2 months
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dark content; ghostface!luke; explicit sexual content; MDNI
you have your suspicions that luke castellan isn't the man he portrays himself to be.
beneath his mournful gaze, woven between his sorrowful words, you're so sure that luke is insincere. his words of condolences to other campers lack a certain depth. his motivational speeches, always on the topic of remaining brave in the face of fear that these tragic incidents are creating, are disingenuous.
it's only natural that you have to investigate.
sneaking out past curfew on nights you weren't patrolling, offering to take up someone else's shift or just being there to provide a second set of eyes. but not on the scenery. on him.
because you're fairly certain that the monster isn't coming from outside of camp.
eventually you catch him standing in the center of the strawberry field facing away from you, swinging his sword as if the weapon is simply attached to his arm, the infamous mask described by others sticking out of his back pocket for you to notice.
you've seen luke fight. he's trained you in combat. you know that if he wanted to kill you, he would barely have any trouble doing so.
you would put up a good fight, but you would end up on your knees, waiting for the fatal blow.
is that why you don't bother fighting in the first place? or is it for some sicker, more sinister reason?
you like to think that your lack of resistance derives from knowing deep down that it would have failed. but it's hard not to consider the other implications whenever luke is smirking down at you, holding the weapon he affectionately introduced as backbiter to your neck, and your blood is rushing to places it shouldn't be.
your limbs should be taking most of the blood flood, creating a vibration in your legs and arms that would get you out of this situation quickly if need be. instead, your blood has rushed to your center, creating a thump! thump! that luke's hand—cupping your mound under your bottoms and above your panties—definitely can feel.
confirming your suspicions, luke's eyebrows furrows as he speaks. "is that?..."
your throat dries out. your nostrils flare as you take a sharp inhale designed to disguise the way you urge to roll your eyes back when luke starts to rub his hand along your center.
"are you turned on right now?"
the way he says it is so fucking cruel, but you honestly can't blame him.
it's deplorable, your behavior. your head tipped back not only to attempt to avoid the sharp tip of luke's blade against your jugular, but also because luke's fingers pumping in and out of you is so sinfully delicious.
here, in the middle of the field, surrounded by strawberries with the scent wafting to your nose with every gust of wind, you hope that the wind doesn't carry your noises.
the two of you are only lit by the torches off in the distance and the moonlight up above, providing a shameful spotlight onto your bodies. one standing strong and tall, shoulders pushed back with assurance and horrifying confidence making his gaze hard as he stares at you over the slope of his nose. and the other, slumped over with your head resting on luke's shoulder as an orgasm forces itself through your body.
it's wrong to curl up in the arms of a killer. it's idiotic to feel safe there.
backbiter has been stabbed into the dirt, sticking up straight, and with his freed hand luke cups the back of your head, stroking the area while his fingers replicate a similar motion in your panties.
"sh, it's okay, just let it happen, angel," he tells you, voice a rough whisper.
(does his voice sound deeper, or is that your subconscious acknowledging his sins?)
"i know you're feeling guilty, being with someone like me." he chuckles dryly as your orgasm fades out. "but it's okay. i promise you. i won't hurt you."
you know you shouldn't believe his words. but this is luke, the guy you at least thought you could trust with your life.
you do know you can trust him to give you a good orgasm, as his fingers refuse to stop within you, the digits picking up speed despite your feeble protests in the form of wobbly words.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months
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Heyyyyy you should totally do like Luke with a reader who drives like a maniac. Like they cannot be trusted within ten meters of a car
Love youuuu!! Your work is so good!!
Bad Idea
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
I love this idea sm for some reason, thank you, im glad you like it!!
Warnings: nothing rlly, Luke never joins kronos, they go on a silly lil adventure w Percy
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The first time you drove with Luke, he held onto anything he could as you drove faster than the speed limit, accidentally running onto curbs while doing so. How you never got pulled over before, he had no clue.
"Alright, slow down-" He tried, but you simply just said "We're fine," and continued to the destination. Once you finally reached where you both needed to be, he quickly got out of the car, and reminded himself to never let you drive again.
And somehow, after months, you hadn't been near a car. But now, Percy was asking to be driven somewhere, to meet up with the others. You couldn't deny him, and no matter how many times Luke warned against it, you ended up in the driver's seat.
Luke sighed heavily as he entered the car, mentally preparing himself.
"Relax, my drivings not that bad."
"Uh, last time I kissed the ground I walked on as soon as I opened the door.”
“Whatever. Don’t listen to him, Percy.” You said, Percy just furrowed his eyebrows, confused at what you both were talking about.
“Hold on.” Luke craned his head and mouthed it to Percy, Percy listened and grabbed onto the back of the passenger seat.
You rolled your eyes, and once you started the car, Percy was even more confused at what Luke meant. You seemed like an okay driver so far.
That was until you actually got on the road, cursing and flipping some people off was the first thing, and driving like it was a game of need for speed was the second thing to happen.
Percy shut his eyes, “this is how I’m gonna die.” He kept repeating, Luke held on tightly and kept telling you to slow down.
“Just- slow down, plea-!“ he yelled, sentence being cut short when you hit a curb, making you say a little ‘oops.’ And continue on.
As soon as the car stopped, they both ran out the car, Percy stumbling out and talking to Luke.
“Okay, dude, I think you need to learn how to drive.” He said, looking up at the man.
“Agreed. Agreed.”
“Y/n, my love, my world, how about we take an Uber back home?” Luke said, looking back at you as you just acted like nothing had happened and you hadn’t just probably disobeyed traffic laws 20 times in the one drive.
“And leave the car here?”
“Uh, listen, I can get someone to drive it over to the hotel.” He shrugged, willing to do anything as long as he doesn’t get back in the car with you.
“Okay. But you’re paying, Castellan.” You kissed his cheek, he put his hands in a praying gesture, “Thank you, Gods.”
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lancermylove · 2 months
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Headpats (Scenarios)
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: All x fem!Reader, Luke platonic.
Warning: None
Requested by: Anon
Prompt: Can I request a headcanon about female mc tried to give all the obey me characters headpat. Female mc's height is 150 cm,
A/N: The struggles of short people. I can relate. 😂
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Diavolo
Diavolo tilted his head, watching you like a curious puppy. While he understood you wanted to reach his head, the prince had no idea why you wanted to pat his head. He was amused and a bit surprised at your boldness. The image of an adorable human patting the head of the future King of Devildom was something Diavolo didn't want anyone to see. But he didn't want to insult or push you away, so the prince laughed.
"You never cease to surprise me, (y/n)."
Diavolo rested his large hand on your head and affectionately tussled your hair.
Barbatos
Barbatos found it amusing and strange as most beings feared him or dared not to come close to him. Yet, here you were, hoping to affectionately pat his head. Though the situation was endearing, Barbatos had an image to uphold. He considered rejecting your action, but the thought of hurting you tugged at his heartstrings.
With a sigh, he looked around to ensure the two of you were alone and slightly crouched down. As you pat his head, Barbatos chuckled and pecked your forehead.
Solomon
Solomon was amused to see you getting on your toes and stretched your hand as far up as you could.
“My, (y/n). You are adorable.”
The sorcerer teased you harmlessly about your pocket-sized height. By the time he was done with you, you were either sulking or glaring at him. Solomon bent down to your height as a gift for putting up with his teasing. But as soon as you reached to pat his head, the sorcerer stood upright and laughed, teasing you again.
Simeon
It took him a minute to register what you were trying to do, but even then, the angel wasn't sure. He understood you wanted to reach something on his face or head but nothing more. So, Simeon bent down, watching your moves curiously. When you patted his head, he was surprised.
Simeon blushed lightly and smiled but didn't say anything. He found your actions cute, but his focus was on your innocent smile, which made his heart skip a beat.
Luke
Luke was around your height, so you didn't have to struggle to pat his head. When your hand met his head, the young angel looked at you with wide eyes. Had it been anyone else, Luke would have stepped away or swatted their hand away, as he didn't like it when adults treated him like a child. But the way you lovingly patted his head, the young angel smiled brightly and closed his eyes. He felt like he had done something good and was receiving his gift in the form of your head pats.
Thirteen
Were you trying to pat a grim reaper's head? She knew she was cute and all, but seriously? Thirteen laughed and lowered her head, allowing you to pat her colorful hair. Once you were done, she pinched your cheeks and showered you with compliments.
"You look so cute! I want to gobble you up."
Even when you protested her pinching your cheeks, Thirteen didn't stop and teased you.
"If you get to pat my head, I get to pinch your cheeks."
Raphael
Raphael had no idea why you were jumping up and down with your arm stretched upwards. He curiously stared at you for a while, but when the angel couldn't decode your actions, he asked what you were doing.
"I want to pat your head."
That was certainly a line he had never heard. Though he couldn't understand your reason, Raphael crouched down to your height so you could fulfill your wish. When you met his gaze, the angel gave you a soft smile. Your action was somehow endearing and comforting.
Mephistopheles
Was a human attempting to pat his head? Mephistopheles rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, watching your struggles with an unamused expression. That was not something anyone had dared to try with him. The demon wasn't sure how to react; on the one hand, he found it annoying but couldn't deny you look adorable. However, no matter how hard you struggled or how cute you looked, Mephistopheles would not allow you to pat his head. He was too much of a classy demon to allow a human to touch his perfect hair.
Lucifer
Lucifer stared at you unamused. At first, he thought about staring down at you with a glare, but your struggle to reach his head was endearing. His face softened, and there was no way he could be mean to you, especially since you wanted to show affection to him. Going against his prideful nature, he bent down to let you affectionately pat his head. Your bright smile was worth momentarily snuffing his pride.
“Do not get used to this, (y/n).”
Mammon
Mammon was confused when he saw you hopping up and down like a bunny. He was in a playful mood, so when you jumped up, Mammon jumped with you.
"Mammon, lower your head!"
"Why didn't ya just say so?"
The demon blinked rapidly when you affectionately patted his head. His cheeks instantly turned red, and he covered his mouth, averting his eyes from you. How was he supposed to resist you when you were being so damn cute?
Levi
As soon as you stretched your hand up and jumped once, Levi knew what you were trying to do. He immediately stepped away and looked away, embarrassed.
"Do I look like a child to you?" He stuttered.
But then he saw your sad face, and Levi lowered his head. When you patted his head, his face and ears heated up. Though he didn't want to admit it, your small, affectionate action caused an earthquake in his heart.
Satan
He felt the need to remind you that he was a demon, not a puppy or child that needed pats. But the longer Satan thought of it, the more he realized you only wanted to show him your affection. Sighing, he lowered his body.
His muscles stiffened, and his face hardened. Why did he like this action? It didn't take long for Satan's cheeks to glow red. Though he remained silent, it was apparent he enjoyed your touch.
Asmo
Knowing what you wanted to do, Asmo watched you with a warm smile. Your cuteness and charm were on another level, and he couldn't get enough of it. He brought his face to your level and laughed softly as you patted his head. Once you were done, Asmo reciprocated your action by patting your head.
"You are adorable, (y/n)."
Beel
Beel raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. His eyes followed you as you jumped up and down. What were you trying to do? The Avatar of Gluttony thought you looked adorable and smiled softly. He placed his hands on the curves of your waist and effortlessly lifted you up.
Beel was surprised when you patted his hair, but he chuckled and let you pat him as much as you wanted.
Belphie
Belphie was used to receiving affection and enjoyed every moment of it. So, as soon as you grinned and extended your hand up to his head, the Avatar of Sloth slowly lowered his head. He chuckled slightly as your hand patted his head. When you stopped patting his head, Belphie shook his head and placed your hand on his head again.
"Don't stop."
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shebreathedherlast · 2 months
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Daughter of the Sea
Part II
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Rhinestones
Luke Castellan x f!reader
Summary: The aftermath of beating Luke comes with consequences.
Work Count: 1.8k
TW: Violence, blood, weapons, mean Luke, broken bones
. .・゜゜・・゜゜・.. ・゚゚・。. .・゜゜・・゜゜・.. ・゚゚・。. .・゜゜・.
“WHO IN OLYMPUS PUT PINK RHINESTONES ON MY DAGGERS?” You yell in anger.
After your victory in Capture the Flag, everyone in camp had a newfound sense of respect for you and your abilities. And to your delight, they contented your skill with that of the infamous Luke Castellan. Unsurprisingly, the one and only Golden Boy wasn’t too happy about this and had been on a mission to make your life a living hell since that day.
But this was too far.
The knives, your prized possessions were covered in pastel pink shimmery rhinestones, and it was most likely Luke's fault.
. .・゜゜・・゜゜・.. ・゚゚・。. .・゜゜・・゜゜・.. ・゚゚・。. .・゜゜・.
You marched up to Chris taking a fistful of this orange camp shirt, “Where. is. Castellan.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.
You felt Chris’ body tense, he was all too familiar with your aggressive tendencies.
“I-…I don’t know.” He replied eyes fleeting away from your gaze.
You didn’t buy his answer for a minute.
Shoving him a little more this time, you spoke, “Don’t lie to me Chris. I know you know where he is.”
He was trembling my now, that much was evident. You supposed that after throwing a knife near his head in Capture the Flag, Chris was most likely terrified of you.
You don’t know what you would’ve done to Chris if he didn’t tell you. Probably nothing pretty. So for the fearful boy in your grasp, it was lucky that you caught a glimpse of dark curls rounding the corner.
. .・゜゜・・゜゜・.. ・゚゚・。. .・゜゜・・゜゜・.. ・゚゚・。. .・゜゜・.
“Castellan!” You yelled from across the dining area. Luke’s eyes found yours and based on the smirk adorning his features you confirmed the culprit.
Now it was time to apprehend him.
You took off sprinting in his direction, rhinestone knife raised in your right hand.
“You’re gonna suffer for this!” You scream, chest heaving from running.
You saw alarm pass over Luke’s eyes. Good. He should be afraid.
As you began to close in on him, he took off running in the opposite direction. What a cowered. You refused to back down, forcing your legs forward as you tried to regulate your breathing.
By now you had arrived at the woods, but it appeared that Luke had no intention of stopping anytime soon. So you chased after him.
The trees made it difficult to keep up with the Hermes boy, but you pushed on despite this. After running for what felt like hours you finally spotted Luke sitting on a large rock, one leg bent as he rested his elbow on his knee.
“You made it, Chaos. Thought I might have lost you back there.” He said.
You rolled your eyes, desiring nothing more than to rip his head from his body.
“You are so dead, Castellan.” You seethed.
He nodded, patronizing you as a smug expression clung to his features. “I see you found my present.”
“Present?” You spat, “You vandalized my daggers!”
Luke leaned back from his perched position. He was calm and collected and this made you all the more frustrated.
“Did I? Or did I just bedazzle them for you?”
You chuckled angrily, “Bedazzle? Castellan you covered my knives in pink rhinestones and the only excesses you have for you actions is that you “bedazzled” them.” You look to the sky as you throw up your hands. “Unbelievable.”
“Oh come on, Chaos, loosen up. You must have known that I had a motive.” He spoke, eyes darkening ever so slightly.
“I don’t know why I’m even hearing you out right now when I should be inflicting you with a painful death.”
Luke chuckled, clearly humoured, “Like you could, even if you tried.”
“Don’t underestimate me, Castellan. You do remember what happened last time, don’t you?” You spoke, every word coated in venom, “Or do I need to jog your memory?”
Luke raised his hands in front of him with faux surrender.
You scoffed.
“Now is there a reason you brought me here or should I resume what I had planned for you?” You said.
Luke quirked a brow, “I didn’t force you to follow me, Chaos. That’s on you.”
You didn’t reply. Opting to glare at him with hatred.
Luke appeared amused at your anger. He pushed his body off the rock and stalked up to you. His dark eyes captured your gaze as he stood before you. The Hermes boy towered over you, and you had to tilt your head up to see his face.
You didn’t realize how hard you were clenching your fists until you felt the familiar trickle of crimson blood staining your palms. Four crescent wounds adored your palms on each hand.
Luke noticed the small amount of blood seeping from your clenched fists. “You must really hate me.” He said, a smirk remaining on his face, “The feeling is mutual.”
You turn from him to take a deep breath, “I didn’t come here to discuss the obvious, Castellan.” You state. “In fact, I didn’t come here to talk at all.”
That moment you broke. Your walls of restraint crumbled, unleashing all your anger.
You punched Luke. You punched him hard, and you liked it. You were a volcano, rage erupting and flames lapping up anything in its path.
Luke stumbled back at the impact. He recovered quickly, standing tall as he spat blood from his mouth onto the ground. He loved this. Luke loved your rage, and he had no clue why. There was just something about the way your eyes darkened and the way you carried yourself that had Luke drinking in your anger. So instead of recoiling from your touch, he edged you on even more. “Come on, Chaos. That’s all you got? You're Pathetic.”
He obtained the reaction he was looking for. You lunged at him, and the force of your clenched fist came with you. You swung at his face again, but this time he caught your hand.
“Nuh uh, Chaos. Don’t ruin this pretty little face of mine, how else am I supposed to look at you?”
A growl of frustration rose from the back of your throat. Was this idiot seriously flirting with you right now? It seemed like with every passing second you had a stronger desire to permanently remove that perfect smirk adorning his lips. Hands finding his chest you pushed him down with all your power, tackling him to the ground.
Luke groaned as you set yourself over him, mimicking the same position from Capture the Flag. You reached for his arms to restrain him, but he constantly evaded your reach. You continued to go for his arms the height of his limbs forcing you to surge forward. When you finally reached his arms you relaxed, shifting back. Why wasn’t he fighting back?
Luke’s eyes captured yours as something new passed through them.
“If you wanted me on top of you, you should’ve just asked.” You prodded, but he seemed to snap at your words.
Luke pushed you down, snagging his limbs out of your grasp. He gripped your wrist and pulled you to the side, but it was to no avail. Your thighs were gripping his body, fighting to remain. You climbed over his chest, pushing your elbow down to his throat.
“Have I joged your memory yet, Castellan?”
He only groans in response as you move back.
Luke’s eyes are screwed shut, an unreadable expression falling over his face. “Stop moving.” He spoke breathlessly.
Your eyes widen
“What?”
He inhales sharply, “You heard me, Chaos. Stop moving.”
You freeze in place as Luke shoves you off of himself.
Your shock only increases as he stands, pulling you into his grip.
His eyes sweep over you, hair in disarray, shirt stained with dirt from the ground.
“Finally,” He breathes, “You listened.”
His words snap you out of your shock, as you go in for another blow. Luke anticipated this though. He caught your fist and twisted your arm around your back. A whine escaped your lips at the sudden pain.
“You’re always so dam (pun intended) stubborn. Always so hot-headed, it’s incredibly frustrating.” He spoke, pulling on your arm with more force.
“Luke,” You cry out. Silently begging for him to release you, even though you both knew you’d never voice your true meaning. Begging him to let you go would be admitting defeat, and you would never allow that.
“You want me to let go huh? Well, we both know the last time we fought you dislocated my shoulder. I couldn’t use it for days, probably drank more ambrosia than is even possible.”
Your body desperately fights against his, in an aim to free your arm. You try to escape his grasp, but his arms are wrapped securely around you. You involuntarily cry out again as Luke tugs your arm harder.
“Luke,” You whine more desperately this time.
He only allowed another one of his signature smirks to dress his face.
“Stop fighting me Chaos. I am the only victor of this camp. There’s no room for the both of us.” He said, voice hard and cold.
Luke shoved you to the ground pushing you down, but you do your best to resist, fighting against his grip.
“Do you want me to break this little arm of yours?” He asks, anger coating his tone.
You shake your head. The pain made your eyes water, as you spent all your energy holding them in. You didn’t understand why people liked the boy in front of you. He was a monster. Sure he was nice to the newbies, and he adored Annabeth, but to you, he was worse than the Typhon, who rendered all the gods almost entirely powerless. Maybe Luke had a nice side, but you were much more accustomed with the one before you.
“You’re quiet now, aren’t you? Never thought I’d see the day when Chaos, herself has nothing to say.”
You have always hated Luke Castellan. But in this moment you despise him with your entire being. He was humiliating you. He was taking away your glory. Piece by piece Luke was tearing it from you, and you were doing all you could to hold on to it.
During your fight with Luke, you had approached a riverbank. Your father could help you thought. Dad, I need you. You called for your father god of the seas, yet as Luke forced you to the ground you knew that no help would come from Poseidon. Either he didn’t hear or he didn’t care, either way, you are solely left to defend yourself. And as glory fades, embedding itself into Luke, you are desperate to take action.
As Luke pushed your body down harder you reasoned that you needed to act immediately. So without another thought you rolled to your side, slamming your body weight down on your arm in Luke’s hold. An intense crack was heard and instantly Luke tore his hands from you. You screamed in anguish as you fought the water forming in your eyes.
A long pause of silence filled the air between you and the Hermes boy.
“Chaos…” He spoke quietly. Something that almost sounded like worry filled his voice.
You didn’t care what Luke had to say. All that you could think of was peeling every ounce of his glory and bestowing it upon yourself. You wanted respect. You demanded it. You took a deep breath, standing upright. A dark chuckle fell from your lips, “You were right about one thing, Castellan. There’s no room for the both of us.”
Luke doesn’t make an effort to speak. He just stood there in shock. You were glad, though as you studied him, it appeared that hundreds of emotions passed his eyes, anger, confusion, hatred, but most of all concern.
You took another deep breath to hold in your suffering, but the sheer intensity of the pain was too much. As you opened your mouth, desperate for air to fill your lungs, you were met with nothing. You couldn’t feel anything besides the riveting pain travelling down your entire body. Your mind became fuzzy and your body was dizzy. Before you could even react, you were falling. Down, down, down. Your body went numb, and you were sure that you would’ve hit the ground with a concussion, if Luke hadn’t lunged forward, slipping his arms around you, and catching your fall.
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A/n I had this all ready to publish, and then half of it like deleted itself...so if the second half of this part sucks, its cause I had to rewrite it in my anger.
Tag list: @motorsp0rt @astronomical-admonition @edenssworld @sillychloe @viennasaysstuff @esposadomd @bogbutteronmycroissant
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An essay rebutting the “bad writing” claims of s2 ofmd. Spoilers herein.
I’ll preface this with saying you’re obviously allowed to like and dislike whatever you want. I am in no way opposing that. And your reasons are your reasons. Have at. (Also - this is a collection of observations from the past few days, I’m not calling anyone out)
I AM going to rebut the idea that season two was poorly written and lost the spirit of what the show is about.
My favourite movie of all time is Empire Strikes Back. It’s been my favourite movie since I was four. I’m pretty sure it’s a fave of David Jenkins, too. He and Taika have made absolutely no attempt to hide their love of all things 80’s - Prince, the Princess Bride, Kate Bush, Star Wars, etc.
I have ancient video tapes (that I can’t play because who has a vcr) where Lucas is interviewed by Leonard Maltin? Malkin? I dunno. Who cares. Maltin asks him about the Star Wars (original trilogy) story arc. Lucas says “in act I, you introduce all the characters. In act II, you put them in a situation they can’t get out of, and in act III, they get out of it.”
That’s how it works. This is how stories and literary structures work.
Of course you’re not satisfied with season two. You’re not supposed to be.
The arguments I have read on why s2 loses the spirit of s1 is because no one heals. No one learns anything. No one moves forward properly. The person who makes the biggest move towards healing dies. The two main characters end the show doing the exact fucking thing they had promised themselves and each other they wouldn’t do. Our romantic lead still doesn’t understand his value or make any headway on addressing his tragic flaw. It makes no goddamn sense.
My gremlins in weird: it’s not supposed to. In Act 2, EVERYONE LOSES. This is how it goes.
I’ve read a lot of people saying “but this felt like a series finale, not a season finale.” We all know that outside politics play a part here, the strikes make everything precarious. I remember the last writers strike. It destroyed tv for fifteen years. Anyone remember Pushing Daisies? Some of y’all have never had your fave show cancelled with zero resolution for the characters and it shows.
Daddy J did us a kindness. He softened the blow of a tough season. After the brutal cliffhanger of s1, he gave us a little softness and hope. All those things you’re mad aren’t resolved? It’s because THE STORY ISN’T OVER.
No one on earth thinks “stuff all your trauma into a box and ignore it” is good advice. A way to actually live. This show did not have enough screen time to throw out dialogue for no reason. There was foreshadowing in s1 for s2, and there is foreshadowing for s3 in s2. This is a well-crafted story by very smart people who care very much for these characters. There is zero chance Frenchie explained the box in his head for no reason. The reason people have not resolved their trauma and growth is because they haven’t done it *yet*.
And friends - it’s not thinly veiled. They straight up fucking tell us what they’re doing.
Luke Skywalker spends the first two movies fucking up and desperately trying to prove himself and just generally being an idiot. Sound familiar? He ignores the lessons he is supposed to be learning to go off and do what he feels like doing, and loses fucking badly. At the end of Empire, Han is gone, Luke and Leia wave goodbye to the Falcon that has Lando and Chewy - the rest of their crew - aboard. Everyone has lost everything they care about. Vader is undefeated. Yoda is pissed. Nothing is resolved.
You see where I’m going?
If you think I’m stretching this too far, welp, when Ed tells Stede he loves him - the climax of the finale - Stede quotes Han fucking Solo. Like - *it’s right there*. The story structure. The reason everything is unresolved.
So yeah. They wave goodbye to their ship because they have wounds to heal (like Luke’s hand). The people aboard the ship have things to find. Ed and Stede have *not* learned their lesson about whims and how not to be like Anne and Mary. It’s not stupid that they’re doing the same thing, and it’s not pointless that we were shown Anne and Mary. It’s all relevant.
The resolution comes in Act 3. None of these people are done. The story is far, far from over. And just in case the studios want to be dicks about it, David Jenkins was lovely enough to not repeat my enduring heartbreak over Pushing Daisies.
Thank you, @davidjenks 🖤
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eleutherafairy · 1 month
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END OF BEGINNING — luke hughes
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SUMMARY! in which the reader finally returns back to new jersey after her breakup with luke over two years ago
INVOLVED! luke x reader! 
WARNINGS! a sprinkle angst (oops)
BEFORE YOU START! i don’t know how the hughes act irl! this is just an imagination!
extra! for the sake of this imagine, we’ll pretend luke went straight to the nhl after the draft
find my masterlist → here!
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and when i’m back in chicago i feel it
Being back in Jersey was a surreal feeling. It was a place I used to call home for most of my life. This is where I was raised, this is where I attended college before ultimately transferring, this is where I experienced my first real heartbreak.
Luke Hughes. The reason why I left Jersey in the first place. After two years, I finally was over it and I couldn’t wait to be back home. Being away for the remainder of college and finally being able to graduate early, I couldn’t wait to get settled back into the city and reconnect with friends of the past and make new ones. 
Standing in front of my new apartment complex, waiting for the elevator to come down, a weird feeling just rushed through my body. Maybe it was the nerves of being back in the city where I never gave a true and honest goodbye to.
Or maybe it was because Luke Hughes was standing inside the now opened elevator, walking his way towards me.
“Y/n?” Luke asked.
I closed my eyes. How could this be happening to me.
The sound of his voice carried years of memories. Memories of the past flashed in my mind. Memories of after long days of school, being able to drive the 30 minutes to his old apartment just to talk to him in person. Memories of getting late night ice cream just because I wanted it. Memories of just us being so in love.
How is it that I picked the apartment complex on the opposite side of Newark from where he used to live and he’s here?
“Luke?” I said, surprise very evident in my voice. 
“Didn’t know you were back in Newark. You look good.
“Yeah, just landed like an hour ago and I’m moving in today,” I replied back, giving him a glance-over. 
He looked older, more mature, something time had done to him. His curls were much more defined, his hair being longer– something I remember always telling him to grow out.
“You look older now,” I followed up, shooting him a smile. “The longer hair looks good on you. Oh and you’ve managed to grow some facial hair now.”
The boy shot me a smile.
“Well, if you need any help, just ask,” the young Hughes brother said. “After all we’re neighbors now.”
I just gave him a nod before stepping into the elevator and clicking my floor, sighing in relief when the door finally closed. I slumped onto the side of the elevator door, watching the floors go higher and higher before stopping at floor 29. 
Seeing that each floor was it’s own apartment complex, I put my phone up to the elevator keypad which opened the elevator to the floor. There was a little lobby area before I had to unlock the main door leading into the apartment.
The moving company had gotten there the day before, evident by the amount of boxes scatted around the empty living room. Letting out another sigh, I placed my suitcases into where my bedroom would be before getting to work to building some furniture. 
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After four hours, I was able to build a living room table, some chairs for it, my bed frame, and my couch and I was starving. Earlier that day, I had decided that I would go on a date as a way to meet new people in the city and it have me something to look forward to.
Getting ready and putting on some makeup, I wanted to put on a cute outfit- even thought it was a brisk 32°F in Newark. Deciding on some fleece tights underneath a black skirt and pairing it with a green sweater, I put on some platforms on to keep my feet warm.
Grabbing my keys and my phone, I headed out of the apartment and rang the elevator door.
To my surprise, the elevator doors opened and there Luke stood, looking down on his phone.
God this was going great.
He looked up, probably questioning why the elevator was stopped before his eyes landed on mine. I gave him a small smile before stepping into the elevator, hoping that he wouldn’t try to initiate conversation.
“So what are your plans?” Luke asked, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Oh, I’m going out on a dinner date tonight,” I said, shrugging. “Seems like the best way to meet someone new.”
I watched as his brows furrowed.
“You’re going out on a date?”
I nodded, peering down at my phone that was ringing– the sound echoing through the elevator.
“Hey, Andrew,” I said, a smile lighting up on my face.
“Y/n, I’m just calling to tell you that we’re going to have to do a raincheck on this date. My car broke down and it’s impossible to get a car out here while it’s snowing.”
My smile immediately disappeared. 
“Oh, yeah, it’s fine,” I said, pushing the hurt away. “It’s not your fault, hope everything works out.”
My frown was evident after pressing the end call button. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the number to my floor, getting ready to just call it a night and order some food to my door instead.
“What happened?” Luke asked, confused to why I pressed the floor number again.
“My date cancelled on me,” I said, dryily, “I’m just gonna go order some food instead of going out.”
“Me and Jacky are going to a sport’s bar if you wanna come,” he said.
He could sense my hesitation.
“We were friends first, Y/n,” he continued, “plus I wanna catch up with you.”
Seeing that I was already dressed up and I didn’t want it to go to waste, I said, “Sure, why not.”
The elevator door opened into the lobby and Luke ushered me out, his hand going to my back– like he once did when were together. 
I flinched against his touch, still feeling that electricity that would ignite when he touched me.
“Y/n, I’m sorry,” the boy profusely apologized, “It just felt comfortable,” he said sheepishly.
All I could was nod. 
I followed him to his Jeep, opening the door for me like he always did.
“Buckle up, Bambi,” he said, his nickname for me slipping out.
Bambi. He called me that because I clumsily tripped on him on our first date and it stuck through our two year relationship. 
I froze for a second, not completely buckling it in.
Luke turned to glance at me, before realizing his slip-up.
“I think I shouldn’t do this,” I said, pushing to open the door handle.
“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this,” he said. “For some reason after seeing you again, I thought we could just go back to the way it was,” he confessed. 
“Back to the way it was?” I said, incredulously. “Luke you broke up with me and you’re acting like we’re still together. Your hand on my back? Calling me by old nickname? I really think this is a bad idea.”
“I’m sorry,” the young Hughes said again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for two years ago and I’m sorry now. I promise I’ve changed, Y/n. I’m not that stupid little kid anymore. I know I messed up. I want you to see that I’ve changed.”
I’m sorry. That was the only thing rushing through my mind.
Luke had broken up with me on the phone, after saying that he needed time to focus on his rookie year. We had been together for 2 years at that point and all I could do was pretend that it was okay.
“Luke, I don’t think you realize how much you hurt me,” I said, quietly, breaking the silence.
These feelings had been bottled up for the longest time.
“I could have been there for you, but instead you pushed me away, you threw our relationship down the drain. Two years Luke and you expect me to feel sorry for you after you broke up with me through the phone?”
“I’m sorr-” the boy tried to apologize again.
“I’m not done,” I said, cutting him off. You telling me that the reason why you wanted space was to focus on hockey and exploring other options? That hurt. It was hard the first few months, seeing you happy with other people not even a month after our breakup. It was hard hearing updates from Quinn or from Jack even when I was the one who asked for them,” I explained, tears running down my face. 
“Please, y/n. Listen to me,” he said, turning my face to look at him.
“I know I fucked up. I know I was the biggest asshole ever. I’m sorry, but I’m promising you that I’ve changed. I understand that what I did truly hurt you and I’m not dismissing that, but I am no longer that kid that was so afraid to lose you that I left you before you could,” He confessed. 
There was silence before he continued.
“When I saw you in the lobby, the first thing I did was call Jack,” he said. “I told him how hard it was to see you after all this time and how I left you like that. I told him how even though it’s been two years, I still feel flutters in my stomach when I hear your voice or even get a glimpse of you.”
“Luke, I don’t know if I can do this again,” I replied honestly.
“Please, just give me one more chance and I promise, I’ll do you right and you will never go through what I did to you ever again. I still love you.” 
My eyes shot wide– looking at the boy begging me to want him back, hearing his confession.
“What?”
“I never stopped loving you, Y/n. There’s been no one else since you.”
“Luke, stop,” I said, reaching for the door handle again.
“Y/n, please.”
“No, I can’t do this again, Luke. I promised myself. I can’t,” I said, getting out of the car, leaving the boy alone in his car, his hands running through his hair.
The boy watched as you walked away from him.
“Jack, she doesn’t want me back and I don’t know what to do,” he said, tears forming in his eyes. 
“I’m coming over,” the older Hughes boy said, grabbing his keys to make his way to his younger brother.
and when i’m back in chicago i feel it–
another version of me, i was in it
i wave goodbye to the end of beginning
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rashomonss · 4 months
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your Learning to Adapt hc was amazing, i loved it sm!!!
that being said, i need a dateables ver., i crave the sweet succulent angst (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡
a/n: ahh thank you! I’m so glad you and so many others liked it omg!! I got a bunch of comments and asks for a pt 2, so due to popular demand here is a dateables + luke version of learning to adapt! hope you enjoy!
warnings: there will be some small spoilers concerning seasons 3 and 4 of the og! obey me, it’s nothing major though
readjusting | learning to adapt pt 1.
it’s not the same without you
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Diavolo is left with remnants of you all around him. All the belongings you left at the Demon Lord's castle remain in the same spots they were placed in by you. None of them are touched, he can’t bring himself to.
A part of him feels as if he failed you somehow, he's supposed to be the demon prince yet he couldn’t even protect the person he cherished the most.
Whenever he eats dinner it always happens to be a human world dish. One of your favorites, for some odd reason he hasn’t wanted much Devildom food since you’ve left.
Diavolo goes through many stages of grief during this time.
At first he drowns himself in his responsibilities, so much so Barbatos questions if he is receiving enough rest.
However once you get him into bed he can never seem to get out, instead he stares at the pillow case next to him and sighs. Only a few months ago you were laying there next to him smiling as you both talked late into the night about anything and everything.
He loved talking to you. If anything he misses your voice the most. That reassuring voice always seemed to brighten his day as well as others around him. That lovely voice that would put him to sleep at night when he claimed to have trouble sleeping.
If Diavolo was honest he’d give anything to hear you call his name once again.
Barbatos finds himself lonely for one of the first times in his existence.
More often than not he’s gotten used to you being alongside him as he cooks or cleans around the castle. With that in mind he’ll turn over his shoulder to ask you something but then realize you're not there. Often times when this happens he’ll make a face then silently continue cleaning.
The numerous little D’s around the castle tend to worry for him because he’s always on edge lately. Especially after a certain trip to the market he made alone.
It was a morning like any other and Barbatos set off for one of his favorite outdoor markets. Diavolo requested a human realm dish and this place was the perfect place for acquiring human realm food.
You often went with him, explaining your favorite foods and what not to him when you got the chance. He loved leaning more about you at any given chance, especially if you were alone with him.
As he stepped into the market and gathered a few goods here and there he began to pay the shop owner and then man made a remark of him missing his other half. Barbatos knew that he was referring to you and with that he payed the shop owner quickly and then left.
Ever since then he’s stopping visiting that stall.
If he’s being honest he’s not fond of making your favorite dishes for Diavolo while you’re not here. However he’ll never mention that to anyone.
Simeon wishes to be an angel again, this was the first and only time he wished that.
If he was then…maybe he could possibly aid with your safe return. That’s what he tells himself anyway. Simeon can’t help but blame himself for whatever reason for your disappearance.
While you're gone he takes this time to comfort Luke as well as the brothers. If he’s able to keep a level head then it should make others less anxious.
He also takes up cleaning most of Purgatory Hall as well as the House of Lamentation when the brothers lock themselves away for certain periods of time.
Simeon tries his hardest to remain calm and distract himself with other hobbies he likes; however each little thing he does reminds him of you.
When he picks up a pen he thinks of how you adored his work, praised it even, as you laid on his bed while he told you numerous different story plots and tales he had for upcoming chapters. When he passes a store and sees only his reflection a pang is felt in his chest. Just a few months ago both of you shared a smiling reflection in a store window as you walked hand in hand with him.
He doesn't know how much more of this he can take, but he’ll never let anyone know that.
Luke bakes himself into exhaustion. Oftentimes he bakes recipes the two of you would make when you spent the night at Purgatory Hall. Recently however, Simeon has had to stop him because the countertops are overflowing with sweets as Luke puts a new cake into the oven.
Luke likes to carry out activities you both would do together, such as watching the same shows you liked to watch with him, or visiting the same places you would take him too when you weren’t with the brothers.
Luke misses you so much but he knows you're okay, Simeon told him so. Still that doesn’t calm his emotions any less. Because of this Luke continues to pray for your safety and will bless your belongings.
This has caused some issues with the brothers because they become unable to touch that item for a while.
Just like the others he sometimes will visit your room and just sit silently in there wishing and praying for your safe return.
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Mephisto finds himself ignoring the desk you use while you spent time in the newspaper club room.
Sure all of your belongings are there and in the same place as well as all the pictures of the brothers and your other friends. Even him. But he doesn’t care.
It’s not as if he dusts off your desk at the end of every week and does weekly checks on your camera to make sure it’s up to date and still has all of the saved pictures you took.
It’s not as if he hasn’t downloaded a copy of the photos on your camera to is own personal laptop and scrolls through the ones you took of you and him when he feels lonely.
Of course he doesn’t miss the human who invaded his club room and made it lively like they do to every part of the school they reside in.
He doesn’t even realize that he gets the same drink every afternoon from the vending machine. It’s not as if you brought it to him every time you showed up. He just drinks it because it’s good.
And no he doesn’t glance at the door every hour or so hoping you’d barge in. Thats ludicrous. But currently its only a hope in his mind.
Thirteen sighs as she looks across the Devildom. Usually you both would be sharing this beautiful sight together, however she’s alone today. Like always.
She deems it fine. But maybe company would be nice, maybe. She’s grown found of your voice, your company, and even the atmosphere you bring to a conversation. She could sit and listen to you for hours.
She still wears the friendship bracelet you made her. It’s never been taken off once. And since she’s had a bit of spare time while you’ve been away she made you a few. Maybe some to even wear in your next life.
Since she can’t give it to you currently she put it around the base of your candle, that she watches daily; hourly even.
For her favorite human to disappear out of the blue like this made her very protective of your soul. At times she finds herself blabbing to your candle when she’s had an interesting day, or if she has a new trap idea.
To her it’s nice talking to the candle, but she really wishes to talk to the owner of it more.
At first Raphael didn’t feel completely lonely like the others. He had a decent relationship with you but it wasn’t nearly as close as Simeon’s or Luke’s for that matter.
However a part of him can’t help but try to comfort the beings around him during this time. He does truly care for the brothers so he does whatever he can to help them as well as Simeon.
At the end of the day he does find himself missing you. The conversations you would have with him were interesting and he loved the sparkle your eye would hold when he talked about his days in the celestial realm when the brothers were still angels.
He promised to take you to the celestial realm a while ago and show off in depth how beautiful it was. You smiled at his promise and he always remember that.
Sighing to himself, he currently wished to walk with you through a celestial realm garden to ease his mind.
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Obey Me - MC is hot when angry
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TW: mild nsfw / mentions of sexual acts Characters: demon bros Writer: ahegato Summary: The brothers watch an angry MC roughly pushing a lower demon against the wall, and they realize MC can be kinda hot when they’re mad.
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Poor Luke ran up to MC during lunch and whispered in their ear about a lowlife demon that had been mocking and bothering him and Simeon for no reason these past couple of days, and MC was seeing red. They wasted no time in asking what this little shit looked like and then raced over to said demon, roughly pressing them against the wall.
“Are you the one who’s been bothering Luke and Simeon?” they asked, their voice low and eyes staring daggers at the demon.
“Yeah, what about it?” they sneered, not at all intimidated by the angry human in front of them.
The demon moved to step away, but before they could do so, MC grabbed the collar of their shirt, pulling them away from the wall before pushing them into it again, causing them to let out a grunt in pain.
“Well, knock it off! Don’t think you’re something special just because this is your world. They have as much of a right to be here as you.”
To say the demon was surprised over this human’s lack of fear would be an understatement. They were absolutely stunned into silence, and before they could even figure out what to do in response, they spotted one of the nearby brothers looking right at them. Already knowing they were no match to them, they quietly muttered their apology and stomped off.
MC angrily walked back to their lunch table where the demon brother in question was sitting, letting out a sigh about “some people” as they took a seat.
“So, what were we talking about before that again?” they casually asked, taking a bite of their lunch, but then they noticed that he was staring at them. They raised an eyebrow and asked “What?” ⸻
LUCIFER:
he is confused
utterly confused
he’s the number one daddy dom
it hurts his pride too much to be anything else
but watching you put that demon in their place
it did something to him
made him feel something he’s not very familiar with
and it’s very uncomfortable at first
however, it will probably take quite a while before he actually brings this up with you
if you’re the one to initiate it, he might give in earlier
MAMMON:
he’s not sure if he’s more nervous or turned on
this is a side of you that he had NEVER seen before, it’s almost scary to see
but at the same time......
imagining you angry-fucking him is not a thought he dislikes - far from it, actually
when you go back to Mammon after you chased off the demon, you notice his cheeks are BEET RED
“that was hot” slips out before he even has the time to register the words
cue him freaking out even more, not knowing whether to explain himself or to just run away 😭
LEVIATHAN:
boy has never been more thankful to be wearing sweatpants
he thinks about it even further than any of the other guys
not only is he imagining you domming the hell out of him, he’s also on the receiving end
poor boy won’t show up to school again for weeks
not only can he not look you in the eyes without those naughty thoughts popping up
but whenever he sees the demon that you were mad at he ALSO gets reminded of it
he is never going to get the courage to bring it up, so you’ll have to force it out of him
but until you do, he’ll definitely be touching himself to the thought of it 😏
SATAN:
he’s very impressed
“wow, you’re pretty feisty when you want to be. I wouldn’t mind seeing a bit of that attitude later tonight~”
being a creature of rage himself, it’s nice to see someone express a familiar feeling
he’d definitely be the type to fuck out his frustrations when he can
it’s honestly therapeutic when done right
so this could definitely go both ways and he wouldn’t mind
you could be angry-fucking him or he could be angry-fucking you, both are good
ASMODEUS:
brb he’s just gonna go tie himself up to the bed real quick
asmo isn’t really intimidated by it, but holy demon lord did it arouse him
starts teasing you the moment you’re done with whatever was going on there
“oh my, you sure got pretty angry there, hm? you know, if you still have some pent up… feelings… I’d love to see what you would do with me~”
he’ll start being more of a brat in bed in an attempt to lure out your angry side, and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t working
also wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end for it
BEELZEBUB:
beel is pure and innocent boi
he doesn’t really take things in a sexual way all that often
so he’s not quite sure what his feelings are from what he just witnessed
all he knows is that he kinda likes it
however, he’ll probably push it aside in the moment and instead check up on you
because he’s still concerned over what that was all about and he doesn’t want you to be upset
but when you’re intimate together, he might say that you can be a bit more forceful and rough with him
and from there he’ll slowly realize what those feelings were, and bring them up with you
BELPHEGOR:
first of all, he had no clue you were strong enough to push a demon against the freaking wall
secondly, can you do him now? pls?
he’s actually not really flustered about this, but he’s intrigued
he’s always known that he was more of a bottom
it’s partly due to laziness, if he’s completely honest
“I didn’t know you could get that rough. you should try that out with me sometime”
he’s not even saying it in a flirty way, he’s just casually suggesting it on the spot
wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up being the flustered one there out of the two of you lmao
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✦ written 23/05/2023 ✦ posted 23/11/2023 ✦ ahegato ✦
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