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𝓦arnings.ᐟ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader , loser! luke , friends to lovers , loss of virginity , SMUT , virgin! luke , sub! luke , dom!reader , mutual masturbation , p in v , lots of praising , neck grabbing , hair pulling , slight orgasm denial , unprotected sex.

𝓝otes.ᐟ 𑁤‧ ₊˚ loser! luke has my heart 🫶🫶

Luke Castellan had been your steadfast companion since the days of your youth, a friendship forged in the crucible of camp life. From the moment you first crossed paths, his presence had become an indispensable fixture in your life, a constant source of support and companionship. Despite his insistence that your meeting had been a mere coincidence, you knew better—it was fate that had brought you together, binding your destinies inextricably.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the camp, you and Luke settled into your weekly ritual—a Friday night sleepover in your cabin. The air was thick with anticipation as you snuggled into your bed, the soft glow of the laptop flickering in the dim light. But despite the familiar comfort of your surroundings, an air of unease hung between you, a palpable tension that belied Luke's usually calm demeanor. You watched in silence as Luke fidgeted beside you, his restless movements betraying the turmoil swirling within him. It was a rare sight to see him so unsettled, his usual composure shaken by unseen forces. Curiosity gnawed at you, a desire to unravel the mystery of his troubled mind.

Little did you know, the source of Luke's agitation lay buried beneath layers of embarrassment and insecurity. The previous week, his friends had uncovered the truth of his virginity, unleashing a relentless barrage of teasing that had worn down his defenses with each passing day. What had started as harmless banter had morphed into a relentless onslaught, chipping away at his confidence and leaving him adrift in a sea of self-doubt.

With a heavy sigh, you mustered the courage to confront the elephant in the room, the unspoken tension between you demanding acknowledgment. It was time to delve into the depths of Luke's turmoil, to offer solace and support in his hour of need. "Luke," you murmured softly, the use of his full name a rare departure from your usual casual tone, "you seem off, everything alright?" The concern in your voice was evident as you reached out to him, your fingertips brushing against his cheek in a gentle gesture of reassurance.

Luke's gaze wavered, his eyes darting away from yours in a telltale sign of discomfort. Your heart sank at the sight, a knot of worry forming in the pit of your stomach. It was unlike him to evade your gaze so blatantly, and the realization only served to heighten your concern."Nothing, just. . dealing with some stress," Luke replied, his words strained as he attempted to deflect your inquiry. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

But you refused to let him brush off your concerns so easily. With a determined frown, you pressed on, your voice gentle yet firm. "Come on, Luke," you urged, your hand cupping his cheek in a tender gesture, "I know you like the palm of my hand. Something's clearly bothering you." As you paused the film, your undivided attention focused solely on him, you offered him a reassuring smile, your eyes searching his for any sign of vulnerability. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" you reminded him, the sincerity of your words cutting through the tension like a knife.

A faint blush colored Luke's cheeks, his hesitation evident as he struggled to meet your gaze. The weight of his unspoken thoughts hung heavy in the air, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. "You won’t— you promise me that you won’t think any less of me, alright?" Luke's voice trembled with vulnerability, a flicker of insecurity dancing in his brown irises. Your heart clenched at the sight, a surge of protectiveness welling up within you as you gazed upon your troubled friend.

Frowning, you reached out to him, the soft caress of your fingertips against his cheek a silent reassurance of your unwavering support. His turmoil weighed heavily on you, your worry mounting with each passing moment. "Of course not, Luke. . You're my best friend," you replied, your voice laced with warmth and sincerity as you sought to ease his fears.

As Luke nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of relief washed over him, his tension melting away under the comforting touch of your hand. With a deep breath, he finally found the courage to open up, his confession tumbling forth in a hesitant whisper. "Well, the guys found out I’m still. . a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week."

Your heart went out to him, sympathy etched into every line of your expression as you listened to his words. Despite the gravity of his confession, a soft chuckle escaped your lips, the tension in the room easing slightly. "That's it?" you replied, a playful twinkle in your eyes as you sought to lighten the mood. "They're a bunch of idiots. . Just ignore them, Luke," you reassured him, your hand moving to gently stroke his soft hair.

Luke's laughter mingled with yours, a brief moment of levity in the midst of his turmoil. Yet, beneath the surface, a lingering unease remained, his troubled thoughts still weighing heavily on his mind. As his gaze drifted back to the paused movie on the screen, you could sense his lingering discomfort.Your brow furrowed with concern, you mirrored his troubled expression, your determination to alleviate his worries unwavering. "yeah, i know" he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke”. “Don't say that. . There's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you insisted, your words infused with conviction as you sought to bolster his confidence. Despite your reassurances, you couldn't shake the lingering sense of indignation at the thought of Luke being made to feel ashamed of something so natural and normal.

As you watched him, resolve burning bright in your eyes, you silently vowed to confront the source of his distress head-on, determined to defend your friend against the cruel taunts of his peers.

"I know, I know. . I can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," Luke confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. As he spoke, you could sense the weight of his words, the burden of his insecurities pressing down upon him like a heavy cloak. "I mean, everyone else seems to be. . well, you know." "Experienced?" you offered, gently finishing his sentence as you reached out to him, your fingers intertwining with his in a gesture of solidarity. You wanted nothing more than to ease his discomfort, to offer him the reassurance he so desperately sought. Luke's gaze fell upon your joined hands, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into the comforting warmth of your touch.

"Yeah. . experienced," he affirmed, his words heavy with resignation. The vulnerability in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. Despite his outward confidence, it was clear that beneath the surface, he grappled with doubts and uncertainties. "It's not like I haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, I guess," Luke admitted, his voice tinged with a note of regret. Your heart swelled with affection for him, his honesty and vulnerability only serving to endear him to you even more. He was, without a doubt, the epitome of the perfect guy—the perfect friend.

"You'll get there eventually, trust me," you reassured him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "Just don't overthink it, okay?" Your words were infused with genuine warmth and understanding, a silent promise to stand by him through thick and thin. A smile tugged at the corners of Luke's lips, his features softening with relief as he realized he had confided in you. His grip tightened slightly around your hand, a silent expression of gratitude for your unwavering support. With a sense of peace settling over him, he rested his head atop yours, his touch a silent reassurance of your unbreakable bond.

"I know, thanks for. . well, for being here" Luke murmured, his voice soft with emotion. Your heart swelled with affection at his words, a warm glow spreading through you at the knowledge that you could provide him with solace in his time of need. "Always, Luke," you replied, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. "And if they bother you again about it, just let me know. I'll gladly hit them," you added, a playful glint in your eye as you shared a laugh. Together, you knew you could weather any storm that came your way, your friendship a beacon of strength and support in a world filled with uncertainty.

"You would do that for me?" Luke's voice was filled with wonder, his expressive eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the room. His vulnerability was palpable, a raw emotion laid bare before you. "I'd do anything for you," you replied without hesitation, your voice laced with sincerity as you met his gaze with a warm smile. It was the truest thing you had ever spoken, a testament to the depth of your devotion to him. He was worth every sacrifice, every ounce of effort.

Your words seemed to stir something within him, a flicker of determination igniting behind his eyes as he studied you intently. "Really? Anything?" he questioned, his voice lowering slightly as he leaned in closer, his gaze never wavering from yours. The intensity of his stare sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, a tangible electricity crackling between you. "Of course, silly. Anything," you reassured him, a nervous laugh bubbling up as you tried to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air. His next words caught you off guard, your breath hitching in your throat as his proposal hung in the air between you.

"Would you. . maybe. . want to be my first?" Luke's voice was hesitant, his words laden with a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. Your mind raced, grappling with the weight of his request. Was he serious? Could you truly be the one to guide him through such a momentous experience?. "Luke, are you sure about that?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you searched his eyes for any hint of doubt. "We just talked about this. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, I mean you aren’t the only one here in camp." you reminded him, your words echoing the sentiment of your earlier conversation.

"I know," Luke replied, his voice soft as he chewed nervously on his lower lip. For a moment, he averted his gaze, his thoughts drifting inward before he met your eyes once more. "But I can't stop thinking about it. . And I'd really like it to be with you." Your heart swelled with emotion at his admission, the weight of his words settling like a warm embrace around you. In that moment, you realized the depth of his trust and the magnitude of his feelings for you. It was a choice you would have to make carefully, but one thing was certain—you would never take his trust for granted.

"Really?" you gasped in genuine surprise, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you nibbled nervously on your bottom lip. Luke's confession caught you off guard, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you. You had always cared deeply for Luke, but as he stood before you now, baring his heart and soul, you couldn't deny the truth any longer. You were in love with him. Your feelings for Luke ran deeper than mere friendship; they were complex and undeniable, a tangled web of longing and desire that you had tried to suppress for far too long. But now, faced with his heartfelt plea, you found yourself unable to ignore the truth any longer.

"You aren't just doing it out of social pressure, are you?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern as you searched his eyes for any hint of uncertainty. It was important to you that Luke was making this decision of his own free will, without any external influence clouding his judgment. "No, I mean it," Luke replied, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met your gaze. "I really want it to be with you. You’re just so. . kind and sweet. I've had a crush on you for years." His words hung in the air between you, each syllable laden with sincerity and vulnerability.

Luke's confession sent a thrill coursing through your veins, igniting a spark of warmth deep within your chest. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together with a clarity you had never known before. You were overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, your heart pounding in your chest as you gazed into Luke's eyes. With a sudden surge of courage, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a tender, passionate kiss. In that fleeting moment, all of your doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a sense of certainty and clarity. You didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain: you were ready to see where this was going.

"Then, I guess it can be arranged," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you reached up to cup Luke's face, drawing him closer until your lips met in a tender, sweet kiss. Luke's eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the embrace, his hands finding their way to your hips as he deepened the kiss with a soft gasp. As the kiss intensified, you took control, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. The innocent kiss quickly escalated into a passionate make-out session, the heat between you palpable as Luke's hands trailed down to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

You moaned softly against his lips, savoring the taste of him as your hand trailed down his neck, eliciting a gasp from him. His fingers dug into your waist as his tongue danced with yours, his arousal evident as he pressed against you. Sensing his growing desire, you gently flipped the position you were previously, now you on top of him, straddling his lap as you resumed your fervent kissing. Luke's arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer as one hand trailed up the hem of your shirt, the gentle caress of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine. With each touch, the intensity between you grew, the world outside fading away as you surrendered to the passion of the moment.

"Do you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you broke the kiss, your fingers teasing the hem of your top. Luke's gaze darkened as he met yours, a hunger evident in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation. "Yes, please. . take it off," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. With a playful smirk, you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it off, revealing your bare breasts to his intense gaze. Luke's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight, his eyes roaming over your body with a mix of awe and desire. They were perfect, just like the rest of you, and he couldn't tear his gaze away.

"Have you ever touched a girl, Luke?" you questioned, your tone soft and inviting as you met his gaze. Luke swallowed hard, his hands trembling with anticipation as he shook his head slightly. "No, I haven't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be shy, baby," you reassured him with a gentle smile, reaching out to guide his hands to your breasts. "Like this." Luke's hands followed your guidance, his touch tentative at first as he cupped your breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as pleasure surged through you, your cheeks flushing with heat as Luke's touch sent shivers down your spine. "fucking beautiful" he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he continued to explore your body with reverent touches. "Mmh. . thanks," you murmured, your breath hitching in your throat as you squirmed in his lap, the heat between your bodies growing with each passing moment. The way he worshipped your body ignited a fire within you, your desire for him burning hotter with each caress.

Luke's breath hitched in his throat as he felt your body pressing against his, the undeniable heat of your arousal igniting a fire within him. With a soft moan, he trailed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his tongue teasing at one of your hard nipples. Tangling your fingers in his soft hair, you caressed his scalp tenderly, eliciting a low groan from him as he sucked gently at the sensitive flesh. His hand trailed down between your legs, slipping underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties. You gasped at the sensation of his fingers brushing hesitantly against your pussy, his touch uncertain yet eager to please.

"Luke," you gasped, tugging gently at his hair as you looked into his eyes with a mixture of desire and amusement. "You've never done that before, have you?" His cheeks flushed slightly as he shook his head, his gaze still locked onto yours. "No... I haven't," he admitted, his voice tinged with nervousness. With a soft smile, you guided his hand away from your panties, pulling him gently to sit beside you. Pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs, you exposed yourself completely to him, your breath catching in your throat as his eyes roamed over your bare flesh.

As his finger traced along your thigh, you reached down to cup your pussy, your fingers parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in slow circles. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, your body responding eagerly to your touch. "Just like this, see?" you murmured, your voice thick with desire as you looked at him with glazed eyes. Luke's gaze darkened as he watched you touch yourself, his own arousal evident as he replaced your fingers with his own, mirroring your movements as he began to rub your clit in small, precise circles.

"Fuck, yeah, like that" you muttered, your breaths coming out in sharp pants as your hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking more of his touch. "You're doing so good for me, baby," you praised, your voice thick with desire and admiration. Luke groaned at your words, his arousal evident as he watched you writhing under his touch. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate for release as he wished more than anything to be buried deep inside you. You reached beside you, pushing his sweatpants down his thighs just enough to free his erection. He arched his back slightly to assist you, his hard cock springing free, standing tall against his flat stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his size impressive and intimidating.

"Can I touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns over his abs, your touch sending shivers down his spine. Luke's breath hitched at your touch, his abs flexing under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. As you wrapped your hand around his length, he groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as you began to stroke him slowly, his fingers still teasing your soaked pussy. His eyes fluttered shut as he relished in the sensation, his lips parting in a soft moan. "That feels so good," he muttered, his hips instinctively bucking against your hand as he felt the pleasure building inside him. You moaned in response to his touch, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As his fingers picked up speed, you gasped, your chest heaving as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Luke's smirk grew wider as he felt your body responding to his touch, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that you eagerly returned.

Breaking the kiss, you whined as his fingers continued to thrust inside you, your face contorting in pleasure. As you quickened the pace of your hand on his cock, he groaned, his mouth finding your neck, his free hand cupping your breast. Your pumps became sloppier as you approached your orgasm, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "Luke, fuck," you cursed, your breath hitching in anticipation. With a smirk, you released his cock from your grasp, climbing onto his lap as you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You guided him inside you, slowly lowering yourself onto him, a moan escaping your lips as you took him deep inside. Once he was fully seated within you, you paused, savoring the feeling of being filled by him completely. "How does that feel, my pretty boy?" you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"It feels so good," he breathed, his hands gripping your hips as he began to thrust up into you, his movements instinctual and desperate. Every inch of him felt perfect inside you, the connection between you electric and intoxicating. "You feel amazing," he whispered in your ear, his voice ragged with need as he surrendered to the pleasure of being joined with you completely.

You whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, your face scrunched in pleasure as you felt his cock twitching under your touch. Your hand moved faster, stroking his length, your thumb teasing the tip that was already leaking precum. He groaned, his mouth finding your neck, his free hand sliding up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. The sensations were overwhelming him, his arousal peaking, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. "Luke, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "Such a good boy. . making me feel so good," you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. His breath hitched at your praising words, his hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer. "Please. . let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.

"How do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke. Luke nipped at his lower lip, his answer coming effortlessly. "I want you to ride me," he muttered, his eyes glazed with lust as he locked onto yours. You gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "Whatever you want, baby." Releasing his cock from your grasp, you climbed onto his lap. His breath caught in his throat as you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

You grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. A moan escaped your lips as you took him inside, feeling him filling you up completely. Once he was fully seated within you, you stood still for a moment, savoring the sensation. "How does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately. He groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. Every inch of him felt perfect inside you, like he belonged there. "It feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.

"Yeah. . it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out. "It's like your dick was fucking made for me, Luke," you moaned, your breath coming out unevenly. He shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass as he sought more of your touch. You smirked, watching him unravel beneath you. Leaning in to suck at his neck, you left hickeys in your wake, each one earning a moan from him. "You like being deep inside my tight pussy, Luke?" you teased, the sight of your bouncing breasts adding to his pleasure. "Yeah. . so fucking much," he panted heavily, his hips lifting up to meet your downward thrusts. "Such a naughty boy. . but I love it," you cooed, relishing in the power you held over him. "You look so fucking pretty underneath me, baby," you complimented him, his arousal evident as he slid one hand down to rub against your clit roughly.

"Don't stop, please," he begged, his hips jerking up into you, desperate for release. "You close, pretty boy?" you asked him, your own release edging closer. He nodded in response, whimpering as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. "You gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered, your voice firm. "Yes. . I'll be good for you," he whimpered, his cock throbbing inside you, aching for release. "That's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace as your legs began to shake from the pleasure. "You gonna make me cum, baby," you moaned, your hand moving up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow just enough to make it pleasurable. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming," he moaned, his hips thrusting up into you uncontrollably. "Hold it," you commanded, your voice stern. "You won't cum until I do."

"Just a minute, baby, I'm almost there," you promised, whimpering as your pussy clenched around his cock, your orgasm building. Riding him harder, you kept going until you finally fell over the edge, moaning loudly as pleasure washed over you. "Oh gods, Luke," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby." As soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, his thick cum shooting inside you as both of you rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.

He panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried

#ᥫ��₊ ⊹greetings from yours truly .ᐟ ‎ ‧₊˚ 𓂃౨ৎ #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo x you #i need him

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psychesalcove · 3 hours

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YOU'LL BE MY AMERICAN BOY !

jason grace x reader

FLUFF HEADCANONS

a/n: JASON GRACE AS MY FIRST REQUEST??? IVE NEVER BEEN MORE HAPPY!! also, sorry if it's to short for your liking, just send me another message and i'll do more!! AND I DIDNT REALIZE BEFORE BUT THE REQUEST DIDNT SPECIFY HEADCANONS SO IF U WANT ME TO WRITE ANITHER THING JUST MESSAGE ME !!

ᝰ starting off, (almost) all the pjo boys are boyfriend material, so no surprise there when jason's up on that list

ᝰ he loves to include you in anything he does—sword practice, eating food, reading one of his novels that would put most to sleep..

ᝰ but! he also gives you your space and him his own space, he knows that it's important to be your own person outside of your partner, while also being close to them

ᝰ if you two have a shared condo in New Rome, you bet that the two of you will be getting some sort of pet

ᝰ ALSO!! on the topic of New Rome, Jason will be going out every morning to get you a coffee (or whatever you like) from your fav Cafe

ᝰ he would definitely write little things on the cup before handing it to you

ᝰ hope your day is amazing, beautiful, I love you so much, etc

ᝰ he would also do this thing where he would find Demeter kids and ask them to make a bouquet for you

ᝰ...so you would end up getting fresh flowers every week that you would put on your bedside table

ᝰ when your working on your college class work in bed, Jason will come a sit with you and do his crossword puzzles (like the old man he is)

ᝰ you are a full time passenger princess when it comes to this man!! he opens the door for you, has your car playlist ready to go, you probably even have your mirror decorated somehow in his car

ᝰ he also does the thing where he puts his hand on your thigh while sitting next to you, and he just,, traces shapes like stars or hearts with his fingers

ᝰ the two of you would definitely go on museum dates, probably to art ones and on occasion historical ones

ᝰ you guys have this routine where you make dinner together every other day, it's like a time to wind down your brain after a long day

ᝰ or somedays you two go out, and if your one of those people that are nervous to order, he will do it for you ZERO hesitation

ᝰ he would also be one of those guys that's like, "uhm..this isn't what they ordered.." but he would be super nice and polite about it to the waitress

ᝰ if your into fashion that your practically dressing this man, he cannot make a fashionable outfit for the life of him

ᝰ and on that topic, if your into skin care, he will happily do it with you or even help you with your own

ᝰ if you let him, he will happily brush your hair before going to bed;it's soothing for him to do and calms him down before bed

ᝰ highly important info:he does not steal the blanket from you throughout the night

ᝰ if your not super into cuddling , he'll respectfully stick to his side of the bed, but he will probably be facing you to remind himself that your there

ᝰ but if you are a cuddeler, he is going to be all over you, holding your waist, hugging your shoulders, spooning you, you name it

ᝰ he also does not snore, just talks and mumbles in his sleep

ᝰ a lot of the time he likes to have you in his lap while he reads and your doing your own thing;he enjoys when the two pf you can be around eachother but be in your own worlds

ᝰ overall, Jason grace would be a partner I would be blessed to have but cannot have 😔

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slu7formen · 19 hours

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girl wheres that Luke discovers yn has a praise kink drabble at? I'm not rushing take your time but I need to see that

girl I SWEAR it’s coming like I’m writing so many stories at the same time while I study for college, BUT I SWEAR YOU’LL GET IT, I know I gotta feed ya’ll hungry whores and your delulu minds 🛐🛐🛐

#luke castellan #luke castellan drabble #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x fem!reader #pjo smut #pjo x you #pjo luke #asks open #send asks #asks #requests

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neo-nomatrix · 4 months

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Sunshine and Midnight Rain

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader

word count: 851

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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celesterayel · 4 months

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something out of my dreams | luke castellan

pairing : luke castellan x dionysus!reader

request: could you possibly write a luke x daughter of dionysus please? maybe she’s like super nice and when percy gets to camp she becomes like an older sister and luke is super whipped for her? @elz-zalarrr

IN WHICH — all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.

"trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right. starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" - t.s.

w.c. 1.8k

warning(s) : cheesiness ゜✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note okay i've begun to realize that low-key i feel like i write in cursive if that makes sense? if a feeling could describe it i'd say its like using poetry to write? that's likely not any better lol :)

there was but one person that everyone could agree they adored at camp half blood.

it didn't matter what grudge who had with whom or what ancient rivalries transcended the ideals of reality, everyone loved you. not the typical type of brittle love that crumbled at the slightest of touches, but pure adoration that endured the sands of time.

you with the gentle soul, who healed others with each laugh and smile. when new half-godlings were brought to camp, you made sure to comfort them and make them understand that they belonged here and would find a home whether they wanted to or not. you made sure that no birthday was forgotten, no deed undone.

children of minor gods or elders, of Ares or Aphrodite, you became an older sister to all who needed you. you, the daughter of fertility and chaos, the god dionysius.

there was no debate that at camp half blood there was only a before you and an after you. you were like that high right before the free fall–invincibility and smoke and curiosity wrapped into the form of a demi-god. you were the gentle breeze during summer nights when the heat became too much. and none ached more to feel it than luke castellan, who had been burning for as long as he knew.

your relationship in itself was tentative, you danced around your feelings–scared one wrong touch or word would break the shaky, fine line that lay between you two. but you could not hide the way you loved the other to yourselves nor the children of the beings of divine blood.

luke castellan loved you like the stars would fall out of the sky with one harsh touch, free and incandescently self-destructive. like you were a wild, wonderful thing out of a fantasy.

you loved him like there was no hell or heaven but the cosmos that lay in his eyes and the worlds that lay in his soul. something so sacred and rare. a love so true and mortal it put all the greek tragedies to shame.

you knew that whatever you and him were made of, in every lifetime or the next you two were made for each other.

loving luke castellan would be both your redemption and destruction in the making, your elysium for whatever good thing you had done in your previous life.

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you first met percy jackson when he came to camp, he was a scared little thing who had just lost his mother when the veil between reality and deception flickered. everything he’d known came crumbling as quickly as the truth was uncovered: gods and monsters were real and played games of hell and heaven on earth. some thing about him called out to the vulnerability you once knew when you first came to camp so you made it your mission to be the sister he never had.

you met him at the front of the steps of the main office, “my name is y/n, percy jackson. welcome to camp halfblood.”

“do you just somehow know everyones name,” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“yes.” no, but you supposed it’d be fun to let him think that.

“of course you do.”

“come along, i’ll show the ins and outs here. if you're nice enough, i might let you in on the cook's secret stash of blue ice cream,” you laughed out.

he contemplated his choices before grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it, “deal.”

you showed him who to avoid and the best people to befriend. the history between your kind and why the gods were as they were. the truth behind his bloodline and the legacy that he was now responsible for. the tribulations and the pain that was cursed to follow the children of the gods.

“and this is chris. the best person to ask if you need to know what plants are poisonous,” you say, introducing him to a guy with black hair and soft eyes.

percy looks at chris before looking around to see where the hermes boy is, “we’ve met. he was with luke when he was showing me around”

you’re cheeks heated at the mention of his name; looking around to see if you can spot the familiar tan skin and soft eyes that belong to your luke.

“oh! luke! yeah, he’s around here somewhere. he’s sly like that, wandering and then popping up the next second.”

a voice pipes up behind you suddenly, “y/n, already telling percy everything about me?”

you whirl around and there he stands in all his glory with the curls you love and the sun in his eyes. your golden boy.

“just telling him the truth, castellan. you’re hard to get a hold of sometimes.”

a hue of pink covers his cheeks, “i’m never far from you.”

both of you oblivious to percy and chris who seem to be conversing about you both and the tip-toe dance you play.

percy just wonders what’s happening here: firstly, luke is looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars and that’s saying something because he has shit observation skills–his analysis essays can attest to that. secondly, he swears he can see hearts in his eyes from where he’s standing and is that…is that a blush?

he turns to chris, who is just staring at the two like it's not out of the normal for what’s happening, “what’s happening here? is he blushing?”

chris just nods, “yeah. luke’s kinda–very obviously to everyone–in love with y/n. if i didn’t know better i’d say she’s gotten him insane in love. very likely as her dad’s the god of insanity.”

he turns back to the two who are laughing and standing closer than before, “like super, super in love. if there was a word for love, luke’s found it”

“huh.”

chris says it like it’s common knowledge like how the best food is blue jelly beans, “i mean i ship it, y/n’s the sweetest person around here–the type of person people write songs about. she’s like a sister to us older ones and a mother to the younger ones. the whole camp is waiting for him to just man up and ask y/n. they make each other happy, you know?”

“yeah, i think i do.”

percy thinks it’s something the poets would write about.

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fridays are capture the flag days.

you’re not the type of person to engage in these types of games all that often but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. someone’s got to show the percy boy how it’s played.

“okay, percy. remember, keep your senses open and make sure that no one gets close enough to engage. once they engage, it’s hard to fight them off.”

all around you two, people have begun to don their armor and raise arms. the sun has just reached its height and you’re huddled together discussing your gameplan. even though your cabin house is pretty small, you’ve joined athena and hermes for this game.

percy’s voice rises a little high as he tries swinging his sword around only to drop it, “yeah, okay. i’ll just try not to die, i guess. that’s not like hard or anything.”

“just follow my lead and if i’m not here find luke.”

you're not exactly excited about percy’s odds. the kid is lanky as is and his sassiness doesn’t help him out much when others target him for it.

that’s exactly why you’re gone to his rescue when he nearly gets hit in the face by a spear after he insulted one of the boys from house ares.

your heel nearly buckles under a sharp hit after you block the attack that’s directed to percy. you manage to reset your heel and push the sword off before you drop down into a crouch and sweep the legs of the warrior in front of you.

unfortunately you're slightly too focused on what’s in front of you and protecting percy you don’t realize that someones charging toward you from the side.

fortunately, a block from a familiar sword stops any attack that might meet you head on. no sooner do you hear the block that luke’s got the other guy on the floor and surrendering.

you grin at him, “i had that handled.”

giving you that grin that makes you feel like your future's right in front of you, he replies: “i’m sure you did. but why let you deal with him when i can save you the trouble.”

“why don’t you go and help annabeth win the games, romeo.”

he gives you a wink, throwing a quick ‘yes ma’am’ before he’s already running off again.

no sooner than later, a quick gong resounds throughout the camp, concluding the games. you’re standing slightly battered while percy walks behind you pointing out all the flowers he’s found. you definitely need to teach him how to defend himself.

the players are just trickling in for the woods they’ve been fighting in to reband together and in the distance you see a figure running toward you.

holding onto the flag, he continues to look at you like you’re everything he’s ever needed to breathe. he’s taken his helmet off and you can finally see him fully: brown eyes and all dimples.

“see you’ve found the flag.”

he takes a couple of steps closer to you until only two steps separate him and you, “yeah, someone told me to go win the game so I did just that for her”.

“really now?”

he whispers, “yeah.”

his eyes twinkle and you’ve never wanted anything more than to continue to stare at them.

you hope he’ll make the next move but luke castellan, the boy you’ve fallen for in every lifetime, is always content to admire you.

so, you take those two next steps, grab him by his neck, and press your lips to his.

he stands shocked for a minute, wondering if what’s happening is really happening. but no sooner, he’s dropped the flag on the grass and holds you like your the greatest treasure he’s ever had.

there’s a certain type of tragedy that your golden boy tastes like, fire and freedom all in this moment. it’s the price of redemption and damnation that you’re willing to pay.

to him, it’s the stars aligning like you’d will them to–the power you held and every thing he’s ever needed. your his past, future, and present: the threads in his life giving him the one thing he’s ever wanted. something he’s only ever dreamed of.

he pulls back slightly before murmuring, “in every lifetime or the next, i am yours. i don’t know what i did to deserve you. you’re something only out of my dreams, y/n.”

"you sap"

you just kiss him again, ignoring all the campers and those still trickling in.

✩ ‧₊˚

“definitely a child of dionysius. she’s reduced him to insanity,” pipes up percy as he tears off the petals of the flower he holds in his hand.

chris just grabs a flower and continues to rip the petals off like the boy beside him.

“damn straight!” shouts luke toward the two.

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surftrips · 4 months

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ABOUT YOU | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

request: luke x reader fluff w like an aphrodite!reader? reader is all sunshine and flowers and makes luke all soft/campers teasing luke abt the way reader changed him 🤭

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is probably my favorite luke fic that i've written so far thank u so much anon for sending this request in! writing aphrodite!reader is so much fun, i'm such a sucker for the opposites trope. hope you all enjoy 🤍

You were the human embodiment of sunshine, a real life angel. Gentle, kind, and lovely— in other words, the complete and total opposite of Luke Castellan. He was dark and broody, strong and rough, and not totally unfriendly, but definitely intimidating.

But even if you weren’t the daughter of Aphrodite, Luke believed that you would still be just as beautiful. There was something in the way you carried yourself that had made his heart surrender the second he laid eyes on you. You became the one and only exception in his long list of grievances.

So it came as no surprise to anyone at camp when the two of you started dating, just to the dismay of many of your admirers and a few of Luke’s as well. If there was one thing you had in common, it was your beauty. With his puppy dog eyes and curly brown hair, Luke was a sight for sore eyes, almost as much as you were.

One day, you were walking hand in hand when one of the younger campers accidentally bumped into Luke. On any other occasion, Luke might have started an altercation, but today, he simply smiled and said, “Just be careful next time.” The camper stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked into place as you softly giggled.

“What?” he smiled, looking over at you as the kid took it as an opportunity to run away.

“Nothing,” you mused. “Just that I think you’re getting soft, Luke Castellan.” You poked a finger at his chest playfully.

“What?” he shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

Though he attempts to keep a serious face, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He often looked at you like this, ready to go along with anything you said— no matter how silly or whimsical your remarks.

“Okay, lover boy. Whatever you say,” you shrugged, offering him a kiss on his cheek that instantly causes color to rush into his face. Ignoring that he’s just proven your point, he attempts to hide his expression by seeking solace in the crook of your neck. He would never admit it to anyone, but he often thought his favorite place at camp was the spot in between your jaw and collarbone.

Even though most of the campers were still a little frightened by the idea of approaching Luke, his closest friends were not afraid to speak their minds.

“Dude, you’re like, totally whipped for her,” Percy remarked over lunch once.

“And you’re like, totally fourteen years old,” Luke said.

“I think the fourteen year old’s right,” Chris jumped in.

“Dude! I thought you were supposed to have my back,” Luke throws up his arms in mock aggravation.

The two boys snickered, causing Luke to speak up again. “I am not whipped for Y/N.”

“Oh, sure,” Chris began. “So the reason you’re practically skipping around camp and letting whatever team Aphrodite cabin is in win Capture the Flag is because…?”

“Oh, and don’t forget the constant checking his phone to see if she texted back and sharing his blanket with her at the campfire!” Percy pointed out. “Meanwhile, I’m over here freezing…”

“Maybe,” Luke scrambled to come up with an answer. “Maybe, I was just in a really good mood those days. It could have absolutely nothing to do with Y/N.”

He barely believed the words himself, and Chris and Percy were certainly not convinced. Luke wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to defend himself.

“Dude, it’s okay if you are, she’s literally your girlfriend,” Chris said.

“Hey! I have an idea, let’s ask Annabeth!” Percy declared.

“Annabeth? Why her?” Luke furrowed his brow.

“Because, she’s a girl. And she’s known you the longest, she can give us a real answer,” Percy said matter-of-factly.

Luke thought it over. The young boy was technically right, Annabeth was like a little sister to him. If anyone could tell if he had changed since dating you, it would be her. This came as both a good and bad realization to him, because what if he had changed? Gods, was it that obvious?

Before he could agree to asking Annabeth, the young girl was already at their table. Percy must have called her over while Luke was thinking.

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her plate of food.

“Oh, nothing, just talking about how soft Luke has gotten since he started dating Y/N,” Chris explained with a grin on his face.

“Oh?” Annabeth said, seemingly amused.

“Yeah, we actually wanted to get your opinion,” Percy continued. “Would you say you agree or disagree, that you know, Luke is nicer now that he’s with Y/N?”

Annabeth seemed to think it over for a second. “Gods, you guys are such children,” she scoffed.

“Thank you!” Luke cut in.

“I mean, all of you,” she looked at Luke pointedly. “Why do you care what a bunch of kids think about you anyway? And not that it matters, but you, Castellan, are most definitely whipped for Y/N.”

That shut Luke up immediately, and caused cheers to erupt from Chris and Percy, who were clapping each other on their backs as if they had just won Capture the Flag.

Annabeth smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say “Sorry, Luke. It’s true.”

Later that night, Luke snuck over to the Aphrodite Cabin to find you. You were surprised when Luke woke you up, it had been a while since he came seeking your comfort in the middle of the night. He used to have bad nightmares, but you noticed he had gotten better since you started dating. You’d like to think it was because of you, but perhaps that would be thinking too highly of yourself.

In an effort to clear his mind, you suggested to go on a walk together. He agreed, and you climbed out of bed as quietly as you could.

You allowed him a few minutes of silence until his heavy breathing had slowed down and his grip on your hand had loosened.

“What’s on your mind, hon?” you asked softly.

Luke didn’t respond at first, distracting himself by tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. You were happy to give him as much time as he needed, placing your other hand on his back and gently drawing circles.

After a while, he did speak up. “Uhm, do you think that I’m, like, unapproachable?”

Your heart sank and you stopped in your tracks. “What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just something that’s been on my mind recently.”

“Luke, is this about what I said to you the other day? Because I didn’t mean it like that—”

“No, baby,” he rushed. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you had done something wrong. He wasn’t sure that you could ever do wrong, not in his eyes. “I was just talking to Percy and Chris at lunch today and they were kind of teasing me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your boyfriend, Mr. Tough Guy, being teased by a few kids younger than him. “I’m sorry, babe. Continue,” you placed a supportive hand on his chest as you regained your composure.

“They said that I’ve changed since we started dating.”

Though you were an expert in human emotion, there were still times you couldn’t read the expression on Luke’s face. You couldn’t tell if he thought of this as a bad thing, or if he was just curious to see what you thought. You decided on the latter. “Changed how so?”

“They think I’m soft now because I’m always in a good mood and stuff…” he trailed off. Even now, in the dark of the night, you could tell he was blushing.

“Well,” you started, trying to find the right words. “You know, I was just teasing you the other day, babe. I think you’ve always been this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you’ve always been a giant teddy bear,” you grinned, unable to contain yourself. “Luke, you’re not as bad as everyone thinks you are.”

By now, both of you had stopped walking. Ever since Luke arrived at camp, he had been characterized as the tough, stony, and slightly antagonistic guy. All because of a scar he carried and the stories of what he had gone through with Annabeth and Thalia. Many people were still intimidated by him, despite his position as the counselor in Hermes and his job to welcome newcomers. It had been so long, he wasn’t sure if this was the way he was, or the way that he was made to be.

As if reading his thoughts, you said, “You don’t have to be what they tell you to be. Do you know the words I use to describe you when someone asks me about you?”

Unable to speak, Luke simply shook his head.

“Gentle, kind, and lovely.”

Luke wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but certainly nothing close to the words you had chosen. “You do not,” he objected.

“I'm serious, baby,” you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in until your foreheads were touching. “I think you’re the most wonderful and caring guy I’ve ever met. I think you always have been, you just don’t always show it.”

He stared at you intently before pulling a loose strand of hair out of your face. You kissed the top of his head, “I must be one lucky girl.”

“Hey, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I’m the lucky one,” he said, before pulling you in for a kiss.

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lecsainz · 4 months

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A headcanon of Percy Jackson x reader daughter of Zeus, where he has been in love since the first day he saw her, and he had also recently arrived at the camp, please

˒ ⌕ SHE IS LIKE THUNDER

parings: percy jackson x zeus!reader

an:I know I disappeared, forgive me 🤧, but picture me writing this at 3 AM, dying of sleepiness after watching the last episode of PJO, AND ANNIE USED THE NICKNAME 😭 THIS EPISODE IS STILL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS!!!!

summary: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy.

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during one of your training sessions. Luke was giving Percy a tour of the camp, and when Percy laid eyes on you, he halted abruptly, as if struck by lightning. For some inexplicable reason, he felt an urgent need to know who you were, as if the gods themselves demanded it.

Percy's eyes widened as he observed you from across the training grounds. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing a finger in your direction. Luke suppressed a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Her? Oh, that's Y/N, daughter of Zeus." Percy squinted, trying to decipher your actions, as you accidentally summoned a small lightning bolt that fizzled out near your feet. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Does that happen often?" Luke grinned. "Only when she's particularly excited, which, by the way, is most of the time. You should see her during thunderstorms!" Percy blinked, watching as you waved sheepishly, causing another faint spark to crackle in the air.

You and Percy found common ground in venting about the gods upon his arrival.

"Hey, little thunder, how's it going?" Percy grinned. "Don't call me that," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm good too, thanks for asking, Lightning Rod," Percy joked, emphasizing his newfound nickname for you.

Attempts at using your powers together proved futile, as water and electricity didn't exactly make for a harmonious combination.

According to Percy, Cabin 3 was way too big for just him, and assuming you felt the same way about Cabin 1, he started a tradition. At 12:00, he'd show up at your cabin, asking to share it, turning into a routine of hosting pajama parties in each other's cabins.

After you discovered that your half-sister, Thalia, had been turned into a pine tree to save her, Percy couldn't resist teasing you about it.

"Do you think your dad would turn you into, what, a fountain? Or maybe a cherry blossom tree would suit you?" Percy grinned, enjoying the opportunity to rib you. "Jackson, shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. Later, when Grover and Annabeth intervened, trying to keep you two from frying each other, Percy couldn't resist a parting shot. He had soaked you with water from a nearby forest stream during the mission, leaving you drenched and fueling your desire to electrocute him. "Next time you want to electrocute Percy, make sure I'm not around," Annabeth teased as they separated you, noticing your soaked state. Grover, being the peacekeeper, started singing the song of friendship, encouraging both of you to hug it out and apologize. Percy, however, observed that you were shivering from the cold as you walked. Realizing this, he handed you his jacket, concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you stay wet like this," he said, offering you warmth amidst the chilly aftermath of your water-based altercation.

Since neither you nor Percy admit to having feelings for each other, you find yourselves in constant teasing and banter.

During a mission, you two start a squabble because you want to lead everything, and he just wants to do his thing or isn't paying attention to what you're saying. Grover and Annabeth exchange glances, seeking a way to mediate.

It takes a long time before you muster the courage to admit you have feelings for the son of Poseidon. You decide to confess first because, knowing Percy, it would take ages if you waited for him.

"Percy, I need to talk in case we don't get out of here." "Spark Plug, we're getting out of here; trust me." "I like you, Seaweed Brain." He stands there in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to believe that you like him back.

After Percy managed to confess that he also liked you, you enjoyed teasing him about his stunned reaction. But deep down, you were terrified that he might have said he didn't like you back.

Percy becomes incredibly protective of you.

"Touch her, and you'll be dead."

You love stormy days and spend hours on the beach with Percy because he can control the water, ensuring you both stay dry.

"Isn't it beautiful?" "What, little storm?" You pause, gazing out at the tumultuous sea, the waves crashing against the shore. "It's like the ocean is in harmony with this storm. It's as if they understand each other, finding peace in the chaos." "Maybe," Percy finally responds, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe storms and the sea have a way of finding peace in chaos because they understand that even in the wildest moments, there's a certain kind of order."

You appreciate the profound simplicity of his words, and in that moment, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, you feel at home

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minarinnn · 4 months

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“notice me”

luke castellan x aphrodite!reader (pt2 here)

content/trigger warnings: fem! reader, doesn’t follow the plot of tlt!, mentions of smut, sexual tension, manipulation?, groping, reader making luke jealous

a/n: the show has once again sparked up my love for the percy jackson book saga and charlie bushnell has me weakkk ughhh.. i normally don’t write for pjo characters but oh well, lmk if y’all want a continuation of this or just more luke castellan in general ;)

you had always been so used to being the center of attention. as a daughter of aphrodite, you had always been the most popular girl in school, and there was no shortage of boys falling for your charms

arriving at camp half-blood didn change that, nothing was different. except that, for the first time in your life, you found yourself chasing after the attention of a certain boy. luke castellan, the son of hermes and the head counselor of his cabin, he just wouldn’t fawn over you like the others would. despite your best efforts, luke had always remained indifferent to your constant flirting, leaving you feeling frustrated and determined to change his mind

you found yourself spending every waking moment trying to get his attention, trying to find some way to charm him and make him see you the way the other boys did. but no matter how hard you tried, luke remained distant and unimpressed

this week you were extremely busy, you were helping out in the infirmary, one of the apollo kids who usually worked in the infirmary had been sent on a quest and you were asked to fill in until they came back. juggling that with all your other responsibilities as counselor had you beyond occupied

during that week, annabeth barged in with two other guys; percy and luke. apparently their sparring session had gone a little out of hand and they were both injured

luke was already aware of how you’ve been trying to get his attention these past few years. he actually seems to quite like having you, the most fawned over girl at camp, fawning over him instead. he liked the attention you gave him, though he knew that if he ever gave in to your charms you would stop, so he didn’t

he was fully prepared and expected you to be the one to tend to him, so when he sees you head to percy and tend to him while an apollo girl tended to him he was confused

what happened? why would you choose percy over him? we’re you tired of him? did you give up on trying to win him over? luke’s confusion quickly turned to frustration, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched you tend to percy’s wounds

"how are you feeling, percy?" you asked, giving him a warm smile, one that always had the boys weak in the knees. "n-not great, but i’ll manage" he laughed awkwardly, suddenly nervous. you put your hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze "oh, i’m sure you’ll live”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw luke. he was watching you, watching the way you cared for percy. this was the first time you had ever caught him staring at you with such intensity

so you’re plan was working. you had tried everything to get his attention and you had only one trick left in your arsenal; jealosy. no boy is immune to jealousy, and that was exactly how you were gonna get him

in the end, all you had to do was throw some water at percy and he was good to go. luke though, he had to spend the night in the infirmary

the other apollo kid had left a few minutes ago, something about ‘having other things to do’. so it was just luke and you in the infirmary. you walk over to luke's bed and start tending to his wounds

“oh so now you wanna take care of me? how nice of you” he speaks, sarcasm dripping from his words. “you can tough it out, can't you?" you tease, dabbing away at his cuts with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. luke is watching you intently and you can feel the tension in the room increasing, his eyes fixated on your hands as you work

luke’s eyes narrow, and you can see the rage boiling beneath the surface. he’s frustrated, jealous, and he doesn't know what to do with all these emotions. you’ve never seen him like this before, and it's a thrill to know that you have the power to make him feel this way

you try to ignore the tense atmosphere in the room, focusing instead on luke's wounds. you finish cleaning and bandaging the cut on his wrist, holding it up to your face to land a soft kiss on the bandages. “all done” you whisper. he tenses at the feeling of your soft lips, and you can see the anger in his eyes. however, you can also see a hint of something else— desire

you look up at him with a smile, knowing that you've got him right where you want him. his eyes are locked on your every movement. you know that you have him wrapped around your finger, and it's a delicious feeling of power

luke’s expression is one of confusion, a mix of rage and desire. he wants you, and he wants to hate you at the same time. it’s a weird combo, but it's working for you.

you lean closer to him, your lips inches away from each other. you can feel his breath on your skin, the heat of his body as he's lying there

"you’re not stopping me" you state, breaking the silence. it’s a quiet, soft whisper, filled with a tiny bit of amusement

"maybe.. maybe i don’t want you to stop" he says, his eyes locked on yours, voice low and husky. you can see the desire building in him, how his gaze trails down to your lips

luke’s breathing quickened, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. he knew that this was a game for you, a game where you would always be determined to win him over, but now, in this very moment, he felt like he was losing

he lets out a hiss of frustration, of desire, of... something. he’s sure knows that you're proud of it, but he’s not quite sure what to do about it

you leaned in for the kiss, your lips pressing gently against his, your hand running through his hair. you could feel his body tensing, his hands gripping your waist as he attempted to pull you on top of him

you pull away from the kiss slowly, your lips still pressed to his. luke is still trying to catch his breath, his eyes fixed on yours, searching for any hint of what your next move will be

"not bad" you whisper. "you’re playing a dangerous game here” he chuckles lowly, making your lower regions throb. you smirk softly and brush his hair out of his face “i’ll take my chances”

despite being injured, he pulls you on top of him, making you realize just how hard he’s been this whole time. his eyes are dark, and you can see the lust burning within them

you lean in for another kiss, this one soft and gentle. luke groans when he feels you grind against him, his hands moving down to grab hold of your ass

“i need you s’bad” he mutters out. you smirk as you slide off him, making him furrow his brows in confusion. you land a soft kiss on his cheek. “let’s do this when you’re not injured” you whisper in his ear. now he was alone and hard in the infirmary, how nice

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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The Messenger Sneaks His Kisses

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, making out, teasing, sneaking around

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: I'm just going off the show for now but I will be reading the books at some point.

Carefully you snuck behind the cabins just on the edge of the woods, looking for any sign of Luke. You had the timing and the place correct so where the hell was he? If he stood you up then-

"Whoa, simmer down or I might think you're related to Ares." Luke's voice tickled your ear, causing you to jump and press up against the cabin in a protective stance. You saw Luke smirking and putting his hands up, "It's just me."

Your eyes narrowed at his smug and casual expression. "Why are you sneaking up on me? I thought I got caught."

"I hid cause I thought I was about to get caught." He shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal. It put you at ease that he was still relaxed despite breaking the rules. "I know this Camp like the back of my hand. And lookout patterns too, we won't get caught don't worry." Luke gently took your hand in his and kissed your inner wrist.

So the messenger was also a romantic. "Careful Luke, your tough guy reputation will be at risk if you keep this up."

"You won't tell." He kissed up, leaving a path of kisses on your arm, his eyes closed until he was at the elbow.

"W-What makes you think I won't." Gods why did you have to stutter now? It didn't sound very convincing.

"For starters you'd get in trouble too." His warm eyes seemed to sparkle when you pressed your back against the cabin. Luke took one step and was face to face with you, one arm leaned beside your head, the other pushing yours on the opposite side, "And a good girl like you wouldn't risk that."

The impact of his words was too heavy to stop the reaction. He wasn't touching you, only looking and talking and you could feel your body already reacting to him. Luke caught on quick, of course he did by now he could read you too well.

"And what about you? Can you afford it? Messenger boy." You draped your arms around his shoulders, your eyes glued to his lips which parted slightly when you pulled him in.

"I never get caught." His soft lips ghosted against yours, one of his hands taking yours and his fingers intertwining with yours, haring the warmth of your hands.

"So you brought other girls here?" There was not a hint of jealousy in your voice, only teasing.

"Not... for a while." He admitted.

You felt a small sense of victory at catching him off guard. But that feeling vanished fast, he kissed you, soft at first, then deepening the kiss to get more of you. This is why you were here after all and you wasted enough time. You breathed in through your nose, let out a sigh into his mouth, pressed your hand against his neck and brushed your tongue against his.

Luke pressed his hips against yours and tilted his head right as you let out a little gasp. He was ready to catch every pretty noise you made for him, no because of him.

A rough thumb brushed against your hand, his touch both soothing and firm. The skin of someone who has been handling weapons for years against yours who's only been at it for less then a year. The difference was staggering.

You wanted to keep thinking about it more, yet when Luke pushed your legs apart to make room for him between them your mind almost went blank. Against his lips you gasped for breath but his were tireless, on your neck, wet and puffy from kissing and wanting to do it again.

If you didn't kiss him you knew you'd get louder then you should be.

"You were right Luke." You smiled against his lips, making the demigod turn his head. "I really don't want to get caught." Luke barely processed your words before you pulled him in for the next kiss.

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bruisedboys · 2 months

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luke castellan x fem!reader

I think we need to talk about possessive!luke castellan and his shy!gf …

luke who likes to mark you up with love bites!! he desperately needs everyone to know you’re his, and he can’t give you his last name (yet. he plans to as soon as you’re both ready) so he makes do with love marks instead … he’ll have you pressed against the mattress, his thumb pushing gently into the hollow of your throat to hold you still. you’re breathless underneath him as his mouth works away at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. and the lovely sounds you make when he does it just egg him on further! not to mention how pretty your neck looks when he’s finished.

luke who buys you a necklace with his initials and tells you you’re not allowed to ever take it off … he’s half joking and half super serious but you smile softly and tell him you wouldn’t want to take it off, anyway. and luke hopes the time never comes when you do want to, because he really likes how his initials look dangling over your sternum. it makes him dizzy every time he catches a glimpse.

luke who loves when you cling to him!! especially in public or at big group events, you’ll often cling to his arm or his waist in your shyness. and he loves it, something about being your protector stirs a feeling in his chest that he can’t explain. of course, he’d let you do your own thing if you wanted, but you don’t want to. you seem to want to be latched onto him as much as he wants to be latched onto you. he’ll always have a strong arm around your shoulders or waist, or have his bicep hooked between your soft hands. even when he’s talking to his friends he’s got you glued to his side.

luke who’s super handsy and touchy because he’s just so so obsessed with you! in public he tones it down (for your sake, of course. if it was up to him you’d be in his lap 24/7), but when you’re alone he’s so grabby and needy, tugging you by your belt loops to give you a kiss, hauling you into his chest by the hips to wrap you in a hug, pinning you against the wall to tease you (and then make up for it by slathering you in kisses).

luke who’s just so sickeningly obsessed with his shy girl, and he has to make sure that everyone, especially you, knows you’re his forever <3

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star-girl69 · 4 months

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In A Good Way

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: basically episode two but if clarisse had a gf (so what should have been canon pretty much)

a/n: sorry dior is so fine i had to get the thoughts out this is kinda shitty also but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

In A Good Way - Faye Webster

warnings: some violence, swearing, soft and ooc clarisse but only bc i wholeheartedly believe she is soft only for her gf and i love soft clarisse, also protective!clarisse my weakness, i’m insane, cringe, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

You watch Clarisse bump into the poor boy.

You’re sitting with your siblings, Tyla and Jackie, but your eyes were drawn to her even across the courtyard. Your eyes are always drawn to her.

She shoulders him hard, then immediately turns around and pushes him straight to the ground. Tyla gasps next to you as he crashes sharply into the dirt.

“Your girlfriend is a literal menace, Y/N,” Jackie scoffs.

“How do you think I feel having to deal with her?”

You really do feel bad for the boy, Percy, you think. Regardless of whether or not he really killed the Minotaur (Clar spent the entire night talking your ear off about how it simply can’t be true) it’s his first day at camp. He’s helpless, to say the least.

Feeling less than your whole life and then finally coming to a place where everyone else is like you, finally getting answers- it’s a shock.

You always feel bad for every new camper. Especially the young and tiny ones like him. Besides, you like his cute blonde hair.

“Oh, haha,” Jackie rolls her eyes. “You love her.”

You start to get up, faking a dramatic sigh, “I do.”

Tyla giggles as you walk away and come into earshot.

“Hey. Knock it off, Clarisse. It’s like his first day, come on.” Luke seems as unimpressed as he always does, slightly apathetic, as another Hermes cabin member tugs Percy up.

“Wait, so, this is the kid who killed the Minotaur. Is that right?” she takes a step forward, a misleading smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Percy says, awkwardly looking around.

“I’ll bet,” she smiles, her eyes lighting up in prospect of someone new to torture. “Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes.”

Her eyes meet yours.

“Clarisse!” you say in a sing-song voice, walking up to her and placing your hand on her shoulder. “He’s, like, twelve.”

“Oh, but he’s strong enough to kill a Minotaur?”

Your eyes lock, her hand brushes your hip, and you get those same cliche butterflies in your stomach you always do when you look at her.

You smile.

You see her eyes soften.

She turns back to Percy after a moment, faking forward, and he flinches so hard he almost falls back.

Her and her Ares siblings laugh, you roll your eyes, and push her away. She walks away, her siblings in tow, and you turn back to Luke.

On Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth’s last stretch to camp, they came across you. Your satyr protector had been killed by a monster protecting you, and Luke had held your hand and promised that all of you were going to make it to camp.

You’ll always have that bond with Luke, even though Clar hates his guts and his best swordsman in camp title.

You place your arm on his shoulder, he slings a loose arm around your waist.

Luke is pretty much the only person who can get away with touching you like this, or else they’ll receive a nice message from Clarisse in the form of a dagger barely missing their face.

“Ares kids,” Luke explains to Percy. “They come by it honestly. You got lucky today. If Y/N hadn’t come around, you probably would have gotten knocked over again.”

“Hi,” you say, sticking out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” Percy shakes your hand, smiling awkwardly.

“She’s Clarisse’s girlfriend and the only thing that stands between the camp and total destruction.”

“Oh,” Percy says, not quite able to hide his surprise and slight disgust. “She seems… nice.”

“Well, if you look like me, she’ll love you. But… I don’t think that’ll happen.”

Percy chuckles a bit.

“Why don’t they bother you?” he asks Luke.

“Ah, they know better,” he says, squeezing you closer to him.

“Yeah, Luke’s the best swordsman in camp,” one of Luke’s siblings says. You can see something in Percy’s eyes, a light that reminds you a bit of Clar.

“So, they stay away from you because, glory? So, if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn’t mess with me either?”

“Exactly,” Luke affirms. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. What the Hades is he teaching him?

“And people think I’m a big deal?”

“Well, sorta-”

“And my dad’s got no choice but to claim me.”

Oh. Your heart squeezes for him.

“You… you can’t force the Gods to do anything,” Luke says, trying not to hurt Percy too much.

“Well, yeah, but… it would make it a lot harder for him to pretend I don’t exist, right?”

“Maybe,” Luke concedes.

“Great. Where do we start?”

You laugh. “Ooh, I like the way you think.” You slip away from Luke, smiling at Percy. “Come find me if you wanna try your hand at some Aphrodite skills.”

—-

You find Clarisse sitting outside her cabin at a picnic table, polishing her spear, her favorite activity.

You sit down next to her.

“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, a bit too entranced with the gift from her father.

“I only have a few minutes before I go to archery, but… I think you’ll enjoy this.” She looks over at you for a second, then right back to the spear. “Don’t make me charmspeak you, La Rue.”

“Okay. Okay, sorry, what?” she sets the spear down in her lap, staring up at you with a smile as if she hadn’t been ignoring you a second ago.

“Percy Jackson wants to find glory so you’ll stop bothering him,” she snorts, “and so his father will have to claim him.”

She hums.

“Well, I like him. I think he’s cute.”

She shoots you a bored look.

“Don’t say horrible things like that.”

You play with a curl hanging over her shoulder. “We both know I’ll say whatever I want.”

“Oh, I know.”

—-

“What happened to you?”

You turn to look at Clarisse’s smirking face.

“What?”

She rolls her eyes. “C’mere,”

You lean forward, across the space between the Aphrodite cabin and the Ares cabin tables. Clarisse puts her hand to your face, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. She pulls back, and you stare at her dirt covered thumb.

“You’re covered in dirt, gorgeous.”

You hurriedly raise your hand up to your face, groaning when your palm does in fact come away covered in dirt.

“Percy is definitely not a child of Apollo,” you mutter.

“What d’you mean?” Clarisse asks, handing you a few extra napkins as you begin to wipe off your face, a spot on your shirt you had noticed.

“Luke’s taking him around, trying to figure out what he’s got a talent for. It was funny, actually, he shot the arrow over all of us on the side and we all went crashing into the ground.”

She doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do.

“It was an accident, Clar!” you say, all sing-song again.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. Exactly why I don’t believe he killed that Minotaur.”

“Adrenaline makes even mortals do crazy things.”

“You don’t kill a Minotaur with adrenaline,” she hisses.

—-

Capture the Flag is held the next day. Clarisse and two of her siblings have been particularly pissed off all morning, and no matter how much you bug her, she only says “you’ll see” in this horribly nerve-wracking tone.

You have the same job you do every game. Sit in front of the flag, and charmspeak anyone who tries to come near it.

You’re decent with a bow, okay with a sword, but this is one area where you really shine, where you can really help.

After the first game, the blue team has learned to wear ear plugs when they come near you. But you’re like a siren, you come around and take out their ear plugs anyways. They’re scared to touch you, because one of the Ares kids will run right off to Clarisse, and she tells you all the time that she’d rather lose dessert privileges for a month then see you with one scratch.

Chiron stands imposingly on the large rock at the start of the small river that divides the two halves of the woods.

“The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor.”

You know these rules by heart.

Ever since your first Game, the day you met Clarisse, you’ve loved them. You’re not the most violent person, nothing near Clar and her insatiable thirst for competition, but there’s just something about the game.

She walks forward through the sea of red-marked armor, digging her spear into the ground and glaring at what you can only assume to be Percy Jackson.

“Any magical items you may possess are permitted as well. Every camper who is not injured has to play. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged.”

You suppress a laugh at that rule. That one was only implemented a few games ago, right after the one where you had been taken prisoner and tied with vines to a tree. When Clar had heard, she actually almost murdered a few kids and maimed some more.

Although it made keeping prisoners a little awkward, Chiron had proclaimed it was in everyone’s best interests.

“Let the games begin!” he shouts, the conch blows, and the entire team screams in a terrifying war cry.

The blue team bangs their shields and weapons together, and now you have 20 minutes before game on.

Clarisse is the captain of your team, of course. She marches around barking orders to everyone, as if their positions aren’t already drilled into their heads.

“Hey Clar,” you say. You’re surrounded by a few Ares kids, a few other good fighters, ready to protect the flag and by extension you- with their lives.

Capture the flag games are taken seriously.

She looks at the red flag in your hands, smiling in that smug way she always does. She doesn’t smile this way when it’s just you and her, but you can still see the softness in her eyes even now. With Clarisse, her emotions are all about the eyes.

“You all know what you’re doing?” she asks. All the kids behind you nod. “Good,” she smirks, starting to walk away.

“Are you hunting in your usual woods today?” you ask, heading in the same direction as her.

She smiles, a full toothy grin.

“Oh, baby, I have something even better planned.”

Clarisse is not one to change the strategy.

You can’t get it out of your head what she’s been saying about Percy.

“If you kill someone, I’m killing you.”

She just smiles.

—-

One of the kids holds the flag from up on a rock, acting like a lookout. You lean against that rock, your armor digging into your thighs at the awkward angle, waiting for someone to come. Everyone else surrounds you in the flag, in battle stances.

The conch blew about 20 minutes ago, and you should be seeing someone soon.

“I think Luke’s coming,” Corey, the Apollo kid lookout says.

“Of course he is,” you mutter. He’s always in charge of getting the flag, because he’s not afraid to touch you. Clarisse knows he’s just your friend, or else he probably would have been dead by now. They emerge from the woods, not bothering to try for stealth, all in defensive positions.

Everyone lets you take the lead. You understand why Clarisse loves power. It’s addicting, it’s like lightening in your veins.

“Hi, Luke,” you smile.

He can’t hear you, but he returns the smile.

“You’re all going to turn around and walk 300 feet in the other direction.”

Luke sighs as one of the kids actually turns and walks away, heeding your command. Everyone else has their earplugs in tight, but it always gets one or two of them.

You roll your eyes. “You always make this so difficult, Luke.”

You walk towards him, maybe you can surprise him and rip the ear plugs out of your ear, but he suddenly springs his leg out so you trip, slamming into the ground and getting a face full of dirt.

“Bitch,” you mumble, ready to get up. Suddenly, a Hermes girl throws herself on top of you, slapping a hand over your mouth.

As soon as you hit the ground, the fight erupts around you.

“You can’t do this, Luke, it’s against the rules!” you screech, but it’s muffled through the girls thick leather gloves.

Matty, one of Clar’s siblings sighs heavily. “Fuckin’ hate this dude,” he mumbles. “Marjorie, go get Clarisse.”

The girl runs off, and Matty adjusts his helmet.

“Don’t know why you do this to yourself, man.”

Luke kneels down in front of you while you scream obscenities next to his name. He makes a big show of taking out his earplugs before ruffling your hair.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

He whips around and his sword immediately clashes with Matty’s, and they’re locked in a flurry of metal clashing and glinting in the sunlight. Matty is really good, probably bested only by Clarisse, but Luke is still the best swordsman in camp.

He puts up a valiant fight, but Luke disarms him.

Your back is really, really starting to hurt like this.

It’s whirlwind, but there were more blue team then red team, and sometimes sheer number beats out even the best of the Ares cabin.

They grab the flag and run for the beach.

The girl waits for another moment until one of the Ares kids points his sword at her.

“You’re really gonna want to let her go,” Matty says. She stands up and books it, following her team.

“Eat dirt!” you scream as she runs away, but she still has her earplugs in.

Matty helps you up.

“Clarisse’s gonna kill us all.”

“I hate Luke Castellan. I hate him, I hate him, I wish him nothing but pain and suffering.”

Matty claps your shoulder.

“Hey, at least we all get to watch Clarisse beat up the Hermes cabin at sword practice tomorrow.”

And you do like seeing Clar fight, the way she’s so focused and truly in her element, sweat making her skin glisten in the sunlight…

“That will be fun,” you concede. Matty laughs, and you all make your way down to the beach.

—-

The scream scares you.

All the kids around you jump up with their swords, thinking a monster had somehow made its way near camp, but you recognize that voice.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, feeling frozen.

“What?” Matty asks, his eyes scanning the forest. “What’d you say?”

“Clarisse,” you repeat, breaking off into a run towards the sound of it, towards the beach.

“Clar- wait, Y/N!”

But you’re already long gone.

—-

You make it to the beach a minute after the conch sounded, the blue team having won, making it just in time to see the blue trident appear over Percy’s head. You can barely even register the fact that he’s a forbidden child, your eyes immediately finding Clar’s siblings, the ones she was supposed to be hunting with today.

“Hey, hey,” you breathe out, almost slamming into one of them. “W-where’s Clarisse? I heard her scream-”

You love her so much it’s like your heart will break if you even think about her being hurt. It always seems like Clar is the one who loves you more, only because of her proud and overprotective nature, but really you love her just as much.

You just never have the opportunity to threaten to kill someone like she does for you. She does that all on her own.

“Oh, uh, she went that way,” he points in the direction of a barely there path, heading into the woods and back to camp.

“Great, thanks!” you shout, already running after her.

You catch up with her after a minute, your gaze landing on her practically stomping through the woods. She’s angry. She’s angry, why?

“Clar!” you shout, and she whips around, standing still while you sprint over to her. “Clarisse, Clarisse, are you hurt? I-I heard you scream-”

You run your hands up and down her arms, and after a tense second of her staring at the ground, she puts her hands on your hips.

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine.”

She looks like she’s about to cry. But you know she won’t ever let herself cry, won’t ever let herself be perceived as weak.

You wrap your arms and let her put her face in your neck. She’s almost shaking with how angry she is, her fingers digging into your hips, and she stops herself and lets go before she can hurt you.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. You’re not sure what happened. But she screamed like that, not like she was scared, but like she had just lost something. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” She says into your neck, simple, and you respect it.

“Okay, well, let’s go back to your cabin. You’re not gonna believe the day I had. Will it make you happy to know I give you permission to beat up Luke?”

She looks up at you with skeptical eyes. You both ignore the tears staining her cheeks. “Really?” she asks, slightly hopeful, even through all her anger and sadness.

“Come on,” you smile, letting go of her and sliding you hand into hers. She meets your pace and wraps her arm around your waist. She doesn’t tell you she loves you, but you know.

—-

You flop down onto Clar’s bed. As the head counselor, she gets the best bunk. On the second floor loft, where there’s only enough space for single beds, meaning she doesn’t have to deal with bunk beds, all the way in the corner for a little privacy.

She stands in front of you, slipping off her shoes, and your reach forward to work at the knots of her breastplate.

She stares at you until the armor is lose around her, and she lifts it up over her head and leaves it haphazardly on the ground.

You lay flat, stretching your aching back, and Clar leans over you to help you take off your armor. You probably don’t even need armor, but Clarisse is overprotective by nature, by blood. It makes her feel better, and it really doesn’t bother you much. She lifts it over your head, letting the metal crash into the floor before laying down next to you.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m supposed to be here for you but I’m so tired, and my back hurts so bad…”

She laughs. You smile, and it falls into comfortable silence.

“Can I really beat up Luke?” she says after a second.

You open your eyes and she’s laying on her side, propped up her arm and staring at you.

“Oh, you can.”

“Why?” she asks, still not quite believing you.

“Okay, so, Luke comes over, right. And you know, I try to charmspeak them but only one of them goes. I walk over to Luke and he fucking trips me! It was so embarrassing, baby, I literally ate shit.”

She smiles and puts her arm around your waist, tugging you closer to her.

“Then, some girl tackles me before I can get up, and puts her hand over my mouth so I can’t do anything. Which first of all, is completely against the rules, and second of all, it really hurt my back! Then, then, Luke has the audacity to say ‘Oh, thanks Y/N!’ and ruffles my hair, like? I swear to Gods, I just want him to… well, I don’t know. Suffer.”

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” she mutters into the top of your head. “I’ll make sure he’s unrecognizable.”

You smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Clarisse. Who would defend my honor and fight my battles?”

She seems sort of placid, tired, like she’s just a still lake reacting to your body wading in deeper. It’s almost like she’s gonna fall asleep, and she’s always tired after capture the flag, so it’s not unusual.

“I’d be there,” she mutters, her eyes closed.

You’re both silent for a few more minutes, just the two of you together, her strong arm around you, the way it’s always meant to be.

“He’s a son of Poseidon. Did you see?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I saw.”

“It’s not fair,” she says, like the child she never got to be. “I spend so much time, so much time trying to make him proud- it took months for him to claim me and he gets claimed on, what, his third day?”

Her head lands on your chest, your hands smoothing down her hair.

She touches the necklace she gave you months ago, bringing it out from under your shirt, the simple chain with the pretty charm that looks like a spear. More so an arrow, but it’s supposed to be her spear.

“He broke it,” she whispers.

“Broke what?”

She sits up a little higher, her hands reaching behind you and undoing the clasp on your necklace. You haven’t even taken it off since she put it on you, so of course she would be the one to take it off.

“He broke my spear.”

“Oh, Clarisse…” she stares at the necklace before folding it up tightly in her palm. She breathes out as she lays back down on your chest, her legs entwining with yours, your hand back in her curls.

“The Hephaestus kids can fix it, but it won’t be electrical anymore.”

You don’t say anything. Most people would say “it’s better than nothing” but you’re demigods with absent divine parents.

Clarisse didn’t tell you it was better than nothing to at least be claimed by Aphrodite when one of your siblings got a magic item from her. She didn’t try and tell you “maybe someday” when you cried in her arms.

Because more often then not, you’ll die before your godly parent even claims you. More kids die on their way to Camp Half-Blood then Chiron would like to admit.

And what would the Gods do? Nothing. They would do nothing about it, because they don’t care.

Clarisse doesn’t cry, but you know she wants to, and you let her know that she can cry if she wants to. She can, if she has to. You’d never turn her away.

If she hasn’t realized already, you’re in this for the long run.

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Clarisse fell asleep in your arms, then pulled you back when you tried to go back to your own cabin, and you figured Chiron wouldn’t mind this once.

She finally let you go after you screamed that she couldn’t kiss you before you brushed your teeth, mumbling about how you’re depriving her.

When you meet up with her again, she has her sword in hand and her armor strapped tight to her body.

It was just a great big coincidence that the Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares and Demeter cabins all had sword practice at the same times. Clarisse looked all too happy at being able to get out some anger from yesterday, because sparring is the only way Clar has to work out the intense feelings she inherited from her father.

“So, who should I metaphorically kill?”

“Ooh, big word,” you tease. She grabs your chin, making you look at her, but she’s smiling too much for it to be a threat.

“C’mon, baby, who?”

“Luke. And…” you point, “That’s the girl who tackled me. Oh, and that’s the boy who fought Corey and got the flag. I don’t know his name.”

“‘Cause he’s irrelevant,” she says. You hum. “You just wait right here, gorgeous, enjoy the show.” She winks before sauntering off in the girls direction, smiling in that misleading way, asking her if she wants to spar.

You beckon Jackie and Tyla over to you, who both seem unimpressed.

“Please don’t tell me you put Clarisse up to attacking the Hermes cabin,” Tyla sighs.

“I didn’t put her up to anything. She did it all on her own.”

“Oh, sure she did,” Jackie rolls her eyes.

“Don’t act like you all aren’t gonna enjoy it.”

Tyla meets your eyes, then Jackie’s.

“Sorry, Jacks, it’s, like, really entertaining!”

You all laugh as Clar leads the girl into the circle, laughing even harder when she disarms her after a minute. The boy who took the flag barely lasts 45 seconds.

When Luke walks up to her, she throws her sword down and tackles him. You give her a minute before you pull her off.

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clarisse, about to beat up percy

y/n: oh no no no no you don’t

clarisse: ok i won’t kill him rn 😍😍😍😍

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y/n: yeah like idk what i would do without you who would protect me and fight my battles

clarisse “i would be there” la rue: bitch our love transcends the laws of physics I WOULD BE THERE

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y/n giggling and kicking her feet watching clarisse beat up luke

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