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under the moon’s veil (Luke Castellan x Apollo!daughter)

summary: Cora is kinda losing her cookies but in an interesting poetic way! And Luke is totally there for her like Drusilla and Spike or Catherine and Heathcliff.

wc: 2483

cw: angst, lit + greek mythology references, kissing, suggestive content, depictions of insanity, gore and blood

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results - Albert Einstein

It was the dark of night, and Nyx had tucked all the world in his shining blanket of stars. A glistening sky sighed as another day had passed them by- all was sound, and all were quiet… Well, all but one.

Cora tossed and turned in her bed, anxiously anticipating a rustle from the bushes. After an hour of waiting, tossing, and turning some more, she sat up from her bed and stared longingly at the door. Where was he?

The Apollo cabin was dead silent; not a usual occurrence, and Cora could not have been more relieved. She looked around at the drooling, passed out campers around her- trying to scope how asleep they all were before she made any first moves. Her half-sister Heidi had practically fallen off of her top bunk, and Cora knew she had to leave the cabin before that happened.

She stood up from her bed- almost stepping on the baby deer that her half-brother Liam had adopted after he found it stabbed in a clearing. Normally the counselor would’ve said no, but it was a baby deer with a limp… and the head counselor wasn’t a monster.

Cora tried not to look at it. She avoided its presence entirely before continuing on her self made quest. She cautiously slipped on her Crocs- trying to ensure that no rubbery friction from the shoes would give her away. 

Cora tried to steady her breathing, but it was becoming more erratic by the second. He was supposed to rustle the leaves at the bushes at 10, and then Cora would come out by 10:15. It was currently 11:07 and she had no idea where he was. Cora felt as if she was breaking into a cold sweat; she could feel her hands shaking as she thought of the worst. 

What if he got hurt by someone? Or his ship sunk? Backbiter may have stopped working, someone caught him on the way here- thousands of possibilities were circling through her mind.  Cora’s heart was now racing… what if he was dead? 

She shook her head, refusing to believe her own thoughts. Her entire body was shaking at this point, and she knew she had to run out of the cabin before she started bawling. So Cora ran. She sprinted out of the cabin, and off the well worn path, into the forest. As she ventured further into the woods, less and less moonlight came from the sky above; covered by the growing number of trees. Through the tears and flem in her throat, she began to yell, practically scream his name,

“LUKE. LUKE. LUKE WHERE ARE YOU!” She was breaking down into tears, collapsing over herself into a heap of despair. What had the world done to her love?

“Hey sunshine.” Luke appeared from behind one of the trees Cora had just run past. She kept her head down, sobbing into the ground beneath her; more out of relief now than sorrow. Luke quickly knelt down next to her- rubbing her icy cold back with his pleasantly warm hands. With each up and down motion he made, he would make patterns on her back with his delicate yet deliberate fingers. Slowly, Cora was able to collect herself. While her breathing was still erratic, she was no longer wailing so loud the gods could hear. 

“I didn’t mean to worry you baby.” Luke’s face was full of concern and worry for his love. He hid his face in her hair, muffling his next words,

“Can you forgive me?”

Cora looked up for the first time, turning her head around to see him. Immediately she gasped,

“What happened to your scar?” She instinctively held his face in her hands. Luke smirked, giddy from the attention,

“Percy reopened some old wounds both figuratively and literally.” He chuckled. Cora scowled.

“If you had let me go with you this wouldn’t have happened.” Luke took a large sigh,

“Let’s not talk about this right now. I just wanna see you happy.” Cora’s scowl quickly turned into a beaming smile,

“How could I not be happy when I’m with you, my winged Romeo?” She planted a kiss on his wound, longing to make it disappear with some magic touch.

She could tell even by how Luke held her, that he had longed for her touch. His body bent as easily to her will as a stick of puddy at her fingers. Cora wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck; melting into the warm embrace. She missed this. 

When they started meeting up in the woods, Luke would talk to her about his adventures, she would talk about hers. But, over time it just hurt too much for the both of them. Knowing that the love of their life was existing without them by their side. 

These days they would just touch. Making sure no area was undiscovered before the end of the night; it never felt the same way twice. New scars, new bruises, nothing could stop the passage of time. 

“How long can you stay tonight?” Cora looked up at Luke, searching for an answer in his eyes; begging him to stay just a little longer than last time. In response Luke inhaled, looking ahead of her- knowing he couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.

“So not that long then?” Cora furrowed her brows. Luke dug his head into her shoulder, shaking his head. After sitting there for a little longer, Cora spoke, 

“Let me go with you.”

“No I- you know you can’t. It’s too dangerous.” She looked at him with bitterness in her eyes, shaking her head,

“If you don’t let me go with you Luke,” Cora searched for her words, tears filling her eyes,  “the last time you’ll see me is hanging from a tree.” Cora started getting up, ready to run away from his phony warm embrace.

“Cora don’t say that. Please don’t say that baby.” 

“Do you even love me Luke?” Luke stared at her with the most puzzled look,

“Why are you saying these things?”

In truth, Cora didn’t know. She just wanted everything to be normal again. She wanted them to swim in the lake together; finding the secret passageway that would take them to the stone cave, overgrown with green ivy. He would hold her in his arms, lifting her up to the ledge where they could just sit. She would put her head in his lap and he would caress her features. They would just talk. They could just talk back then. 

But now, Cora didn’t know what had become of them, of her. Luke was crying, holding his head in his hands as he tried to hold back his sniffles. His voice was breaking with the little whimpers that dared to escape. 

Cora thought back on the week before. She had been in the woods and she had taken a knife with her, trying to pick some raspberries for lunch that day. Cora finally found a bush full of them- not often found in these woods. As she began to pick them, her mind started to wander. Of course the first place it went was to Luke- what was he doing right now? Was he thinking about her? Was he safe? Lost in thought she cut open one of the raspberries she had picked. She gasped. The shade of pinkish red perfectly matched that of Luke’s lips. She grabbed more from her basket and continued to cut into more of them. It was incredible; the shade and pigment would’ve blended right into his if he was here. The juices of the previous raspberry escaped into the soil, merging into one as the cycle of reunion began again. Even the juice had consistency to find comfort in. 

She started cutting open the raspberries with more aggravation; almost jealous of their fate. In her fury she had accidentally cut her own hand, instead of another raspberry. The blood was a redder hue than Luke’s lips, but as she looked down, she could see that it too was able to become one with the earth. 

She smiled.

She hadn’t smiled for weeks. Luke hadn’t been visiting, and it had been filling her with more despair than she knew what to do with. But this spilling of blood was the sweet release she had been looking for. She was now part of the cycle; Cora giggled in glee at the thought. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she felt a new moisture on her hand. She opened her eyes to see a creature licking off the blood that had finally connected her to something; given her comfort. It had stolen her joy. It had taken the one pleasure she had away from her. Her face snapped into a look of blind rage, and she stabbed it. 

She quickly withdrew her knife, ready to inflict a second blow- then she looked into its eyes. It was a deer. From the looks of it, the harmless animal wasn’t even a year old. Cora quickly took the knife away from the baby’s untouched skin; it had now been drenched in its first bleeding… and it was all her fault.

After that Cora had made sure one of her siblings found it. The counselor let the deer stay in their cabin of course, he wasn’t a monster… but she was.

She had tried not to think about it since then, but every time she looked at Liam’s baby dear, every time she heard someone question what kind of villain would stab such a pure and beautiful creature…

She turned her attention back to the present.

She couldn’t stay and watch as another beautiful being was destroyed by her hands. Especially not Luke. Her Luke. So she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could take her. She could hear Luke yelling for her, but it all just felt like background noise to her. She had to distance herself from the world. 

Cora had learned to be strong in the face of adversity, and she had always been praised for her level headedness- always keeping perspective, being kind and gracious to all. No matter what happened she always kept her light. But Luke was the exception. He was the hamartia that would bleed her soul dry; without even having to try he could undo her.

Luke was searching breathlessly for Cora. He didn’t know what he said or did, but he had to fix it. As he wandered through the forest he pondered- what happened? He should have seen a breakdown like this happening, he had been gone for too long, he should have come back sooner. Should haves and what if’s raced through his mind as he looked desperately for Cora. She was the epitome of perfection to Luke. He felt as if he had ruined her.

He knew it was selfish to keep seeing her even after he chose his side, but Luke couldn’t help it. He had to see her. Luke couldn’t breathe without her. Some days it felt as if they inhabited the same body, he could tell how her day was going just by looking inwards; other days she was a complete mystery. She would blow up and scream at him, and he would still be just as willing to plunge a knife into his chest for her. 

He wanted to have a life with her, have Cora as a witness to everything he did… but he was a disgrace. He was an outcast of her world. He knew it could never be. She would find some man who is deserving of her- and Luke would have to watch just as Heathcliff watched his Catherine. But he searched nonetheless. Because at the end of the day, he knew that he would rather beat his head against a tree than be in a world without her.

After what felt like ages he heard sniffling coming from behind a bush. Luke let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he cautiously walked over to the noise. 

“Sunshine, are you here?” 

“Go away!” Cora still refused to look at him. She was curled up in a ball on the floor and didn’t look up.

“Baby I-” Luke tried to find his words as he sat to meet her eyes. “I don’t have much time left.” Cora finally looked up, staring at his gorgeous curls instead of his agonizing face. “Can’t we spend it together?” It was a plea. 

Cora moved closer to Luke; leaning in more and more until their foreheads touched. She lightly chuckled as she took her hands and placed them on his torso. Luke smirked as he pried her by the wrists away from what she knew was a sensitive area of his body. With her wrists in his hands, Luke pulled them towards him, which left both Cora and Luke mere atoms away from each other. They stayed there for a good minute- allowing the moment to breathe. 

After a while Luke set Cora’s wrists on her lap. He took his thumb and opened her mouth, letting his tender touch linger on her plump lips. Luke couldn’t help but sigh at how beautiful she looked under the moonlight; despite her father being god of the sun. Cora gave a faint smile, still tired from the buckets of tears she had produced. She leaned in ever so slightly, and was easily able to find her way to his lips.  

They didn’t talk after that, they just touched. Cora and Luke didn’t have time to take off each other's clothing as they normally would do, so they had to suffice with lifting up a shirt or pulling down some pants. Cora was gripping at his clothes almost frantically- sensing that time was running out, that their time on earth together was expiring. Luke would often take her arms and put them to her sides; rubbing them in hopes of calming her down. Then, it was time for him to go. They hadn’t gotten enough time that night, they never got enough time. 

“You have to stay here. You’re safe here. Can you do that for me baby?” Luke begged with his eyes. Cora sighed, letting a tiny whimper escape as they were separated from each other’s touch.

“Yea… yea I can do that for you.” She avoided eye contact.

“Hey. Look at me.” She allowed her gaze to wander to his eyes, “I’ll see you soon, okay Sunshine?”

“The sooner the better my winged Romeo.” She smiled mournfully.

Luke walked away and Cora knew better than to call for him. He longed to turn around, just to see her one last time- but much like Orpheus with his Eurydice, he knew he couldn’t. If he turned around, he would lose the strength to leave. He would stay there forever.

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i’m your man.

pairings. luke castellan x fem!reader.

summary. you believe him like a god, he’ll betray you like a man.

cw. religious themes.

fillemarlou says. cannot get this man out of my head.

· · ୨୧ · ·

luke was the fallen angel.

his face was so hard, so harsh, so mean you could barely bring yourself to believe this was once the godlikeness you’d given all your love to.

he was unfazed, unconcerned with his actions. and he couldn’t, for the life of him, understand why you were. what was it to you that he was leaving that little boy to rot in the forest? couldn’t you see the bigger picture, the one he’d taken his time to meticulously paint for you?

the way he’d hush his voice in the nights, hold you close, and recite stories of the horrors your parentage had rained on those just like him, just like you.

when you’d push him away, tell him to stop, he’d only come back again, gentler this time in hopes of regaining your innocent curiosity.

why are you hungry if you’re the gods daughter?

you’d be committing great sin if you said his few and far between whispers in your ear didn’t permeate your thoughts when begging for recognition, an ounce of praise from that on your own half.

his white knuckled grip on his blade wasn’t scary. you knew the real terror in your heart, throat, and stomach came from his mind, his words, when his lovely fingertips were caressing your cheek.

he’d take you aside, offering secret knowledge and unending reward, all on the pretenses of love. unwavering, all consuming love. a lie that is partly the truth is a harder matter to fight.

if you don’t come with me, he’d say, you’ll die.

how were you to fear death if you’ve never known it?

his eyes were so dark, even under the light of distant fireworks. was he really the source of these bruises on your knees, from years of complete devotion at his alter?

these were the final moments of decision. would you believe him, take his word as gospel? drink the poison he’d been slipping into your goblet? accept his divinity as the all powerful?

luke was the fallen angel, the serpent. and the hand he’d extended held the worlds ripest apple.

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Ahhhh so pretty and cool

I don’t know if this is your guys' thing since i usually post fanart but thought you might appreciate this more than instagram

#obsessed with the circulatory system rn #heart

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i know you.

pairings. luke castellan x daughter of zeus!reader.

summary. when luke starts sneaking back into camp to see you, he’s changed.

fillemarlou says. being a daughter of zeus isn’t relevant at all to the story i just needed an empty cabin to use LMAO.

· · ୨୧ · ·

you thought back to the first time you noticed it.

it wasn’t the first time he visited, or the second, or even the third. it was right around when you got comfortable with him again, when you began to forget that luke was no longer welcome here and that you’d be a traitor all the same.

the sheets of cabin one were never scratchy so long as he lay in them. his bare rising and falling chest was rhythmic underneath your ear, the only sound being a mixture of leveling breaths and a distant wind chime hung at the big house.

minutes had passed and still he was wordless. breaths kept hitching as if he were going to say something, but suddenly thought better of it and let go.

his delicate hands rested on your body, one hand mindlessly moving up and down your exposed back, the other on the forearm of yours that was strewn across his abdomen. this was typical of his visits, though the lack of conversation was not.

not that he’d tell you much, he was always reluctant to give answers or explain himself, something you had to adjust to from being so used to a luke who’d divulge all his secrets from just the bat of your lash.

but he did love to ask about you, what were you up to? what new skills had you learned? did you miss him?

the answer to the latter was always, of course. and on cue he’d lean in closely, a lovely hand on your chin to make your eyes meet, and whisper, “soon you won’t have to, i promise.”

but tonight there was none of that. he was silent and as much as you tried to ignore it and simply enjoy the time you had, it plagued your mind. shifting your eyes to see him, his gaze was fixed on the wall ahead, his expression indiscernible.

fully lifting your head from its place of rest, if he wasn’t touching you, you would’ve thought he didn’t even know you were there. the spaced out look on his face was slightly unnerving, causing your hand on his stomach to reach up to his cheek. leading his face to yours, his eyes slowly peeled off the wall to you.

there was a pause in time, where it seemed like he was just looking through you. windows to the soul were facing each other but his were boarded up and sealed off. concern rose in your chest while also feeling slightly dejected, though it might’ve been selfish to think that way in the moment.

with a soft and kind face, your thumb ran tenderly along his scar, the way you used to do all those years ago. like a shift in the tide, he immediately awoke from his trance, closed his eyes, and heaved a great sigh.

the smallest bit of relief came to your aid in knowing that trick still worked. he was still your luke.

upon opening his eyes, they shot back and forth between yours, his hands miraculously remembering you, and flexing for a stronger hold. though you were in his arms, something told you he was still worlds away.

he reached forward and brushed his lips to yours, with the gentleness of handling porcelain. the warmth of his skin was a brief reminder that despite your worries, blood circulated his body, he was here; he was real. he guided you back to his chest, and now, even the wind chimes were silent.

he’d wait for you to fall asleep before he left. however, a secret you’d take to the grave was that you never were sleeping- only pretending- in an attempt to savor his touch, his scent, his very essence. you never did know the next time he’d grace cabin one.

the light had gone out long ago, moonlight now clinging to the walls. his flesh left yours, and your distorted gaze fell on his back. it was littered with scars, mostly old but a few noticeably new- you suddenly understood why he’d insist on holding your hands when sharing a bed.

you watched his large frame lean down, acquire his shirt, and slip it on. as routine he’d sit on the edge of your bed, tying his shoes, readying to creep out the door and away. he once again wore that disturbingly blank expression.

he then did something out of the ordinary: he continued to sit. you tried your best to maintain an even breathing pattern, to raise no suspicions, but it didn’t seem to matter- he hadn’t cared to look back at you a single time.

moments passed on before his head fell to his hands. you could make out the arch of his spine beneath his shirt as his face pressed into his palms. he labored multiple breaths and you fought the urge to take him in your arms, to cradle his fretting mind.

more and more time passed and you found yourself genuinely dosing off, the long day- and now night- catching up to you. your eyes inherently closed and your mind half gone, you finally heard the distant sound of luke’s footsteps and a familiar creak of the door, before allowing a world entirely of your own take over.

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the crunch of the underbrush made your stomach whirl with each step.

“luke-”

“shhh!”

he was a fair ways ahead of you, weaving through the trees with stealth. he wore a long sleeve underneath his t-shirt, indicative of the chill in the air; you were in pajamas, indicative of just getting out of bed in a rush.

you were tossing and turning this night, unable to forge comfort in your bed, when you heard the snaps of twigs in the distance. the last wordless visit from luke still reeling in your mind, even after weeks, allowed you to peek out of the window, just to be greeted with the far shadows of familiar broad shoulders. so here you were now, trailing behind him in the woods.

the lack of light made it hard to pinpoint where you were exactly, but it seemed familiar enough not to panic. luke was here, he’d never let anything happen to you.

“luke!” your plea was as hushed as you could make it, still hoping for him to stop.

his turnaround was harsh, almost deliberately so. “what?”

his voice ran through the gaps in the trees, causing him to peer around quickly, fearing he’d been too rash. he took a deep and silent breath before stalking back to you.

standing in front of you, the moonlight streaming down encased the two of you just enough to create an illusion of privacy.

he repeated, “what?” he spoke just above a whisper.

“i w…” he practically winced at your tone, a silent reminder alongside his eyes bearing into you with expectance, “where are we going?”

luke had an affinity for being unable to conceal his facial expressions, especially when he was met with a question he thought was stupid. you hated being the subject of this look.

“i just need to check some things out, i’m not staying.” his bluntness would’ve been a sufficient distraction of its own had it not been accompanied by obvious impatience.

with best efforts, you ignored this, always finding it in your heart to be rational and sympathetic. your manner softened as if handling a temperamental child while giving him the opportunity to reciprocate, “i just,” a breeze brushed hair over his shining eyes, “i miss you.”

he was once again boarded up and sealed off. the lack of acknowledgment written on his face was equally hurtful as it was frustrating. seconds passed with his unfazed expression searching yours, and finally, unable to take the haunting gaze, you reached a hand up to brush his moon-illuminated cheek.

without hesitation he maneuvered away, fervent with avoiding your touch. he cleared his throat, “you should go back to your cabin.”

slowly recoiling and folding your arms in front of yourself to conserve what little warmth you had, he didn’t take a second look back before starting on his trek again.

you couldn’t even begin to feel hurt when anger was seeping in and taking over. years of relentlessly critical thoughts came flooding back all at once; how passive he was, how much you were willing to risk for him, how his face would fall to dissatisfaction when he thought you weren’t looking.

unable to help yourself, you called after him, “what do you want from me, luke?”

his halt was abrupt and he peered over his shoulder, “what?” he sounded incredulous, like the proposal of this question was just as stupid as before. his head whipped back to you, his eyes fixed and dark.

tension that had been built over time was boiling now, “you’re shutting me out! you left!” hopelessness was rising in your chest as his jaw clenched in challenge, “what am i supposed to make of that?!”

wind whistled passed trying to take your clothes with it. his familiar nose twitch gave away your getting to him, though he was quick to relent. you spoke again, “tell what it is that i’ve done. tell me what you expect of me.”

“i don’t expect anything of you. i’m not here for you.”

you were staring into his eyes, desperately scouring for something more yet you were met with stone. gods he was so beautiful. why was he breaking your heart?

with a release of pained air, your face remained carved with fury; you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. you began taking steps back, feeling your head shake slightly but being set on letting that be the last words that hung between you.

turning to leave, he was quick to grab your forearm, his grasp tight and unwavering despite your flexes. you were met with an unnerving glint, “don’t even think about going to chiron.”

the most painful part all of this was luke believed you could betray him just as he did you. never once did the thought of telling cross your mind.

the fatal flaw of loving luke castellan was that even now, looking up at him for a fleeting moment, there was a longing for his comfort. eyes flicked to his chest and you felt as though you could fall right into it without conviction. but the trees rustled above, and reality swept in.

you wrenched your arm from a hand that was once so loving, and unable to stand his gaze much longer, followed the path of least resistance back to camp.

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the smell of campfire engraved itself into your clothes.

stepping onto the marble stairs leading up to your cabin, you bid a goodnight to the friends you’d be leaving behind for rest. the echo of laughs and avid chatter filled the cul-de-sac of cabins, the camp turning in for sleep with spirits still souring after a night at the amphitheater.

the hearth in the center of your earth raged on, casting everyone in a homey glow. shouts of sleep well! and don’t let the stolls bite! were strewn across porches. giving your final farewells to the outside world, the door of cabin one was opened.

immediately you saw him. to be fair, it wasn’t like he was hiding, and it wasn’t difficult to spot the only person inhabiting the whole place. he sat on the edge of your bed, facing the door, his head hanging into his hands. you felt as though you’d seen this before.

“luke?” your voice seemed impossibly small in the expansive room.

his shoulders instantly tightened as he looked up. catching his full appearance, you took a discreetly sharp inhale of surprise; he was pale, an indescribably striking pale, accompanied by a tear stricken face. his cheeks were glossed from leaking eyes, and his hair was slightly tousled, like he’d been running his hands through it too many times.

this was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, let alone from luke. straight edge, always tidy, never-let-them-see-you-at-your-worst- luke.

you began to thank every god quickly and individually that none of your friends had asked to come back to your cabin to continue the fun, as they usually did after campfire.

“i’m-” his voice was hoarse, “i’m sorry, i…” he shook his head, not finishing his thought before shutting his eyes in an attempt to stop his tears.

you stood frozen at the entryway, still taking in the sight. you truly didn’t think you’d be seeing him again, or at least not like this. you’d been trying your hardest to beat down any remaining soft spot for him after his dismissal of you last time, trying to hold true to your anger.

he wasn’t making it easy.

the air had become stiff despite a breeze sweeping through and a sour taste was advancing on your tongue.

he lifted an arm off his knee and extended it to you. such a small act, yet it incited an internal battle between your heart and your mind. you weren’t sure when the dense pit in your stomach had arrived but were sure it was here to stay.

your eyes on his- they seemed a harsher brown than you were used to, in contrast to his newly stark complexion- they were filled with the most desperation one could have. he was pleading.

he slowly became closer and closer, yet he hadn’t moved from his place on the bed, and you found yourself no longer in the entry way. your heart had presently won. it hammered in your chest, shouting words once spoken aloud, i’m here regardless of the pain, a promise.

reaching his strong hand, placing fingers in his palm, irreverent shock jolted you into the moment. he was cold to the touch, iciness spreading up your arm and tying itself around your neck.

it made your next action quick and practically thoughtless, taking an immediate seat on the edge next to him, still holding his woeful eyes. his heavenly face trembled with more emotion than it could handle, and he fell hastily into your shoulder with a heart-shattering sob.

he clung to your torso like a lifeline, tears warming through your shirt. you deemed the feeling of his shivering body against yours the worst you’ll ever know.

as if his torment was a weight now on both of your shoulders, you two slipped onto the floor, melting into the foundation. but your arms never relented from his. the hiccups of his cries seemed to echo in the vast space.

“i’m sorry.”

“i know.”

“i’m so sorry.”

“i know.”

and so this continued. his consistent beg for forgiveness and your incessant declaration of understanding, repeating it so many times it didn’t even sound like english by the end.

cradling him and his fretting mind now, the way you were sure may castellan had when he was young and scrapped his knee, making claims of knowing the pain he was experiencing.

a hand reached down to his cheek and led his face to yours. as a pure act of admiration, your thumb ran tenderly along his scar. watching him intently, you saw a flicker- if only for a second- of the boy you loved, once not hurt by the world he was subjected to.

a whispered, “i know.” meant you did, a solemn swear. it meant don’t tell me to go away from you because i know. it meant his anguish was not his to bear alone.

it meant you knew him regardless if he could recognize himself while looking right in the mirror.

“i know you, luke.”

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[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green (OC) - One Last Time

wc: 2358

cw: angst, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it unless it's for story purposes), kissing

a/n: writing this made me rly sad so I'm gonna go eat some chocolate now

Chrysanthis wanted to kill him. She wanted to punch him in the face, then kick him, then drown him, then stab him. Then she would watch as he withered away into oblivion. Instead she just walked away. 

“Chrys, wait!” Luke ran after Chrysanthis, “I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t need you.” That made Chrys stop. Need her? He had seemed to be able to function just fine without her for the past two years, why on earth did he need her now?

“Why. Are. You. Here? ” Chrysanthis said her sentence slowly, enunciating each word so he perfectly understood her question. 

“Percy’s a damn good swordsman.” Luke chuckled as he opened his jacket and lifted his shirt, showing off a wide gash across his abdomen. 

“Oh gods.” Chrys instinctively went to touch the wound, seeing the level of damage it had caused to his organs. She caught herself and stepped back; returning to a cold face of indifference,

“Why should I help you?” This took Luke a bit by surprise, which only infuriated Chrysanthis further. Did he think he could just waltz back into her life, did he think she would of her own will help the enemy? 

“I-i, I don’t have anywhere else to go. My best healers are gone and, you're the best healer I know.” Chrysanthis rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile, 

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” She started walking again and Luke followed behind her silently.

They continued walking until they got to her apartment, where Chrysanthis turned around to Luke,

“You aren’t going to make a sound. I’ll step in and make sure the coast is clear, then you’re going to run to my room.”

“Trying to hide me Chrys?” She glared at him.

“You’re lucky I’m helping you at all. Now wait here.” Chrys went into the apartment, leaving the smallest crack in the door. After a few seconds of waiting, Chrysanthis stuck out her hand, and waved him in. 

As he stepped in he couldn’t help but have his mouth agape,

“You have an apartment this nice in New York?” Chrys hushed him, trying to get him to her bedroom door. All of a sudden, she heard voices from the other room, shit. Scarlett walked out of the room, and stopped in her tracks when she saw Luke. 

“You’re back early…” she went to the kitchen to get some food, “Who might you be?” 

“I’m uh, just a friend.” Chrysanthis scoffed. He was not a friend.

“Okay ‘just a friend’, would you like some water?” She handed him a cup and then grabbed Chrysanthis by the arm, dragging her out of Luke’s earshot to yell at her in a hush, “Christi, you have not brought a man home in years. What is going on right now?” Chrysanthis sighed,

“It’s complicated. I just have to help him out right now okay?” 

“Okay…” Scarlett eyed Luke up and down, “He’s really hot Chris.”

Luke put his cup in the sink and gave Scarlett his signature Hermes grin. Scarlett had to restrain herself from giggling, not her fault of course, it was one of Luke’s gifts. That and his shit-eating grin.

“Thank you so much for the water, I was very thirsty.” Gods, Chrys wanted to get out of this situation.

“Luke, let’s go.” Luke gave her a sarcastic look, aw man, I was having so much fun! She returned it with another one of her glares. He quickly obeyed.

They went into Chrys’ room and she quickly shut the door behind them. Chrys turned her head when she heard a snickering sound, it was coming from Luke.

“I haven’t done one of those smiles in years,” he paused to chuckle more, “her face was absolutely priceless.” He couldn’t hold it back any longer, he started laughing.

Chrysanthis couldn’t help but laugh too, thinking back it was a pretty funny face. They both were laughing so hard she started to fall down to the ground, and Luke had to hold onto her shoulder to keep her steady. After a few minutes of them just laughing in each other's presence, they died down. 

Chrysanthis quickly took Luke’s arm away from her shoulder, standing up straight so as not to make any more movements towards him. 

“I’ll get the disinfectant.” She opened her cabinet, pulling it out, along with some ambrosia she kept in case of emergency. “Sit on the bed.” 

Chrysanthis gave him the ambrosia to drink while she got some gauze and cotton for his wound. 

“Okay, let me see it.” Luke took off his shirt, wincing at the contact between fabric and wound. Chrys carefully inspected it, placing her hand on the open wound.

She sealed it shut by using the ambrosia within his system and directing it towards his wound. Then she got out the stitches. As she was stitching his abdomen back into one piece, Luke piped up.

“How have you been?” Chrysanthis tilted her head, her eyes still focused on the stitching,

“Well after you up and left, I thought a change of setting would be good for me.” 

“I-i never meant to up and leave you. I was going to tell you I swear it’s just-”

“If you had asked me I would have gone, Luke.” Chrysanthis blurted out. “If you had talked to me about it, if you had-, if you had just told me what was going on in that head of yours, I would have.” Luke was silent, tears threatening to leave his eyes and spill. But he couldn’t let them. If they did they would be spilling out of him for ages. 

“Chrysanthis I-” he choked out.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s no use now is it? I have my life and you have yours.” 

She went back to her stitching, already halfway done. Luke marveled at how efficiently her hands worked. The speed, the precision… the softness. Her hands were still just as soft as they were years ago when they belonged only to him.

Chrysanthis on the other hand, marveled at how much Luke had changed. His entire figure was more rugged and built from the battles. She grieved the loss of his once soft and beautiful skin. What had the world done to him? To her love? No. It was no use thinking about the past, Chrysanthis knew that. So she focused back on work.

“What’s your job? We used to talk about it all the time, what job we would have if we made it past the age of 18.” He chuckled, reflecting back to when they were so young, so naive.

“I’m a biochemical engineer. I work in a research lab at a university and make enough to afford this place.” She gestured to the apartment around her, the smallest smile cracking on her face. “Oh my gods.” Chrysanthis stopped her stitchwork.

“What is it what’s wrong?” Luke stiffened his body, more attentive of everything around him.

“Remember when you said you wanted to be a firefighter.” Chrysanthis broke down laughing, “And then you- for Halloween you dressed up as one, and it was the most dollar store looking outfit ever made but you were so happy so no one said anything-” 

Chrys took a few more seconds to compose herself, as Luke relaxed his body and put his hands over his face, trying to get the image out of his head. “Why would you remind me of that?”

“I still have pictures from that stupid polaroid camera I bought at the dollar store.” She giggled guiltily.

“Well hey one of us is like, helping find the cure to cancer and the other is holding onto big aspirations of being a firefighter so I think we both know who won.” Luke chuckled. 

“Hey, that is a very noble aspiration, don't be so hard on yourself.” Chrysanthis joked. Luke looked into her eyes with sincerity,

“Seriously Chrys, I’m really proud of you.” Chrys smiled up at him before continuing with her stitching. “Hey, random question, why did your friend call you Christi?” Chrysanthis half smiled as she moved her head down to focus on Luke's stitching.

“Well Chrysanthis doesn’t really roll right off the tongue and it kinda puts a big ol’ target on my back, so I changed it.” Luke furrowed his brow, bringing up her head with his hand,

“Well, I like Chrysanthis a lot better than any other stupid name people call you.”

She gave an unfeigned smile, forgetting the last time someone had called her that. Chrysanthis leaned in, allowing their lips to be mear atoms apart. They just stared at each other, neither one looking away from the other's gaze. Chrys sighed, blowing air into his face.

“We can’t do this Luke…” She tilted her head, not changing their distance. 

“I know.” Luke cupped her face in his hand, shutting his eyes and sighing deeply. His eyes glistening once more with tears he refused to shed.

“Gods. I miss you so much Luke.” Chrys’ eyes were now also filling up with water, tears that had been stored inside of her for 2 years, 5 months, and 16 days. 

Luke lifted up Chrysanthis from her kneeling position, placing her on top of him on the bed. She laid down on his chest, earning a short groan with a mix of pain and lust from Luke. She could feel his heartbeat flutter at her touch. Chrys looked up at Luke’s face, slowly making her way to it so that they were once again only atoms apart. 

“You-” Luke whispered into her mouth, “You would have left your entire life behind for me?” 

“Oh Luke,” she sadly chuckled out the words, “I would have done anything for you.” Chrysanthis finally planted a bittersweet kiss on his cheek, refusing to feel his mouth on her own. 

Luke carefully unzipped the dress that Chrysanthis was still wearing from the night's festivities. Being sure not to damage it in its beauty. He quickly took off his pants and boxers, allowing himself to be completely vulnerable and naked in her presence.

She took off her panties, caressing his face as she entered him. They both whimpered at first contact, it had been so long since they had taken each other. There was no doubt they had taken others in between, but this was special, this was different.

Chrysanthis could feel the veins in his member as they perfectly brushed her clit, allowing a feeling of absolute pleasure to move through her body. Now that they had settled in, Chrysanthis set a pace. She rode on his dick, remembering every sensation, every part of the interaction, knowing it could very well be their last.

Luke kept hold of her hips, ensuring that she was stable and steady. His eyes were already rolling to the back of his head, trying to keep control of himself for her. Chrysanthis took hold of Luke's curls, feeling out the texture she had so long been deprived of. 

The feeling of their bodies moving together was addictive. She never wanted to stop feeling him inside of her, he was a piece of her that had been missing for over two years, and she wasn’t quite ready to take it out yet.

The feeling of taking him raw was heavenly, and as Luke reached his peak inside Chrysanthis' vulva, an all too familiar warm liquid filled her hole with joyous contentment. Chrys reached her peak soon after, however she did not allow it to stop the rhythm. 

And so they continued for as long as their bodies would allow them too. Until they were passed out in each other's arms from pure exhaustion. Until the hearts inside of their bodies halted in resignation. 

♥♥♥

It was late, late night when they had finally finished being inside one another. They collapsed, side by side, just as they had all those years before. 

“I love you.” Luke whispered out. Chrysanthis just laid there refusing to acknowledge that he had actually said that to her, “I love you” he repeated. As if saying it again would create less of a pit in her stomach.

“No, you-”

“I know. Just let me say it.”

“No. You can’t just say you love me and then up and leave again!”

“For fucks sake Chrysanthis I had no choice! That was two years ago!” Chrysanthis was now sat up, the tears rolling down her cheeks coming straight from her arsenal.

“Let’s make sure we make one thing very clear. You… are a selfish, self-serving piece of shit.” She took a deep breath, “You abandoned me 2 years ago. Because you couldn’t even be enough of a man to ask me if I would go with you. Tell me why that is Luke.”

“Chrysanthis I-”

“Leave my room, and my apartment. I never want to see your fucking face ever again.” 

Luke thought of saying something, but he went against it. He rushed putting back on his clothes, forcefully opened the door to Chrysanthis’ room, and walked out. Chrys sauntered over to the front door, only doing so out of courtesy.

As Luke put on his coat to leave, he turned around to face Chrysanthis once more,

“You’re going to end up sad and alone, you know that right? All the defensive shit is just one of your fucked up coping mechanisms.”

“Yeah and why do you think I have coping mechanisms in the first place? Whose fault is that daddy's broken toy?” Luke shook his head.

“You know for the record, I didn’t not ask you to come with me because I was scared, or because I thought you would side with that shithead Percy.” He opened the door out of the apartment,  “I didn't ask because I didn’t want you seeing what I would turn into.”

“Well then, I guess we both dodged a bullet then huh?”

“Yeah, guess we did.” Luke slammed the door behind him, leaving both of them in buckets of tears that would never be able to fully empty the loaded tanks of tears they had inside of them.

That was the last time Chrysanthis Green ever saw Luke Castellan.

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fem reader #female reader #smut #x reader #luke castellan x reader #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writers on tumblr #writing #writerscommunity #'im sitting eyes wide open and i got one thing stuck in my mind #wondering if i just dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green (OC) - The Beginning of the End

wc: 1533

a/n: a lot of this is a prologue as I just build up for future angst but I had a rly fun time writing thisss

Chrysnathis put away the beakers she had used that day, making sure they had been thoroughly cleaned before being placed back in the cupboard. 

“Hey Christi! A few of us are going out for drinks tonight, wanna join?” 

“Um, I don’t know Jake, I'm pretty tired.” Chrysanthis started packing up her bags, looking at her watch to make sure she didn’t miss the next train.

“Chris, it’s Friday night and you’ve been in a funk all week.” Jake extended his hand with a smile, “Come out with us! I promise it’ll be fun.” He added, as if that made it so much more appealing. Chrysanthis let out a sigh of resignation. 

“Well I guess, if it’ll be fun…”

“It will.” Jake assured her. Looking deeply into her eyes.

“Okay okay I’ll go. But let me go home so I can change into something less… sad” Jake chuckled as he put his hands in surrender,

“No problem. 7 o’clock, you know the bar.” He grinned. 

As he walked away Chrysanthis finished packing up her satchel. She looked around the lab that she worked at, it was one of the best research labs in the country and after breezing through her certification for biochemistry, the job was practically offered to her.

She recognized how lucky she was, how special the place she worked at was, but some part of her just wasn’t there, half of her, in fact. 

As she walked out of the lab she put on one earbud, looking at her phone for the time. She walked down the green subway stairs next to the lab, careful not to bump into the hundreds of people coming out the other way.

Living in New York still felt like a fever dream to Chrysanthis. After leaving camp two years ago it seemed like the obvious choice, and she really had such a great life here. So why didn’t it feel right?

Once Chrysanthis got to her apartment, she tossed the keys, took off her shoes, and laid flat on the couch. Peace at last.

“Hey Christi can I borrow your pads?” She sighed. Peace could only last for so long.

“Yea one second I’ll get them for you.” Chrysanthis shared her apartment with two girls she had met during her first year here, Scarlett and Cordelia. Since she paid half of the rent, she got the master bedroom while they shared the spare. It was nice to think she had a space all to herself, a space she had worked to get.

She wondered if any of the kids at Camp Half Blood survived long enough to have that feeling. Once again she recognized how lucky she was. So lucky to not have her head mauled off by an evil demon. She didn’t feel great that that’s what was defined as lucky for her kind. 

She hadn’t had a monster attack in a while, and it was slightly off putting. She knew there was a reason for it, nothing happened by coincidence in her world. Everything had a purpose. 

She snapped herself out of it, giving Cordelia her pads and then looking in her closet to see what she should wear. A certain green, spaghetti strap dress caught her eye.

From far away it would look like any old forest green party dress, but up close you could see the gorgeous hand stitched leaf pattern that had been sewn there by a friend of hers back at camp, daughter of Athena naturally. She had added her own flair of sparkly beads that worked beautifully with the cut. After staring at it for five minutes, Chrysanthis tried it on.

“Scarlett’s home!” Cordelia yelled from the kitchen. Chrysanthis came out of her room, getting her things together for 7. 

“Oh. My. God.” Scarlett dragged out each word with exaggerated enunciation. “I think I have just died and gone to heaven you look fucking gorgeous.” Chrysanthis giggled at the compliment, doing a little twirl to further show off the look.

Cordelia gasped, causing both Chrysanthis and Scarlett to turn their heads. Cordelia dismissed their concerned gaze, running to her bathroom at a record pace. After sounds of cupboard doors opening and slamming, she finally came running back.

“These are for you!” In Cordelia’s hand were three condoms, Chrysanthis stared at her for a good minute before everyone burst out laughing. “Okay okay but seriously have safe sex! I am not ready to be an auntie.” Chrysanthis rolled her eyes,

“Okay mom.” She waved goodbye to her roommates before exiting for the bar.

It wasn’t unusual for her and her coworkers to go out for drinks on a Friday afternoon, but as Chrysanthis stepped into the bar that night, something felt different. 

“Chris! You made it!” Her friend Laila walked up to her, wearing a dark red dress that matched the shade of her lips. 

“You know I can’t miss our weekly tea spill.” Chrysanthis joked. “I absolutely love your braids, when did you get them done?”

“Girl, I got them done last week! You need to come to the microbiology wing more often.” 

“You’re right you’re right.” Chrysanthis conceded. They went over to the bar stools, where some of their co-workers had already congregated.

Chrysanthis leaned in, trying to keep her voice down, 

“Honestly the only reason I came here is because Jake looked like he was going to cry if I didn’t.” Laila shook her head,

“Why are you so resistant to him? He’s attractive, intelligent, and isn’t a total douche!” Chrysanthis sighed,

“Those are practically impossible to find here.”

“I don’t know. It’s your life, so do what you want, but I would give it a chance. Jeez, have you had a single boyfriend since I met you?”

Chrysanthis felt a shiver down her back. Someone was watching her, and they were paying extra close attention to the point of carelessness now. If she focused, she could find them easily in the crowd. “Not to judge of course, lord knows my dating history is a mess.” Laila chuckled, bringing Chrysanthis back to where she was sitting. 

“No. Just one nighters unfortunately.”

“See! Even more reason to just give Jake a shot!”

“But what if then he just becomes a fling? I mean how awkward would that be? We work together every day.”

“Hey, Lola and Brad got divorced and are still able to work together. You’ll be fine either way.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence Laila.” They both laughed as they sipped on the drinks they had ordered.

It had gotten later, and Chrysanthis had made her rounds with coworkers, now she was sitting in a booth and was bored out of her mind. Laila always left early to get her eight hours, and Chrysanthis really couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to talk to right now. She was about to leave when Jake slid into the opposite side of her booth and smiled. 

“Hey.”

“Hey!” Jake replied. They sat in silence for a little while listening to the music, “Y’know I love that they went for Irish pub with the interior design, it makes the place look so much more interesting.”

“Yeah.” Why was she so dry? Why was she incapable of holding a conversation with a perfectly nice man?  Chrysanthis turned to Jake, still not sure if what was about to come out of her mouth was a good idea, “Would you like to kiss Jake?” His eyes lit up.

“Are you in a sober state of mind to make that decision?” Chrysanthis laughed, that was kind of funny.

“Yes.” She leaned across the table to kiss him, letting whatever tension he was feeling linger. He quickly kissed back, moving over to her side of the booth. He was quite tall, and at this angle his face was hovering over hers, which was a good feature for him to have. She started introducing tongue, trying to be slow and intentional with her movements.

She felt the presence again. It was even more obvious this time. Chrysanthis opened her eyes and for a split second she saw a man with all too familiar black curly hair and sharp jawline. The second she saw him he was gone, he had shapeshifted back into the background of what was supposed to be a fairytale kiss. Chrysanthis pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m going to head home now, I had one too many martinis.” She half-laughed, trying to make the situation less awkward. 

“Oh, okay. No worries I totally get that…” Chrysanthis started making her way out of the booth,

“Uhh hey Chris?” Chrysanthis turned around in response, “Would you want to… do this again sometime?” She sighed,

“Yea! Totally.” She then stepped out of the pub and back into the streets of New York City. Her apartment was only a few blocks away from the bar, so she thought it would be safe to just walk home. As she walked across the street in her 3 inch heels, she could feel the warm heat of a car light about to hit her, that is before she was magically on the other side of the street. But it wasn’t magic, it was,

“Luke.”

“Hey Chrys.”

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fem reader #female reader #smut #x reader #luke castellan x reader #new york #nyc #creative writing #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[vcgardenia]

SO IT GOES...

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; teasing; tipsy fooling around; under the table; fingering; reader has acrylics on!

concept: mom's friend's son!luke who only comes around when your parents are hanging out or for big events. song: so it goes... by taylor swift

a/n: you voted for this so... here you go! this is inspired by this post by @too-deviant ! i saw the concept and was immediately hit with inspiration. it's a bit short, but don't worry, there is a part two coming soon! i will link here when it's up. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

was getting wasted a bit tipsy at your mom's friend of a friend's wedding reception a good idea? no. no, it was not.

but you couldn't help it! it was so. boring.

the ceremony was a drag, the small talk was unbearable, and you were going to be stuck here for lord knows how long while your moms talked the night away.

when some of your older cousins came around and offered, you just had to get a few shots! just to provide a warm buzz.

and a couple of cocktails couldn't hurt, just to keep you steady!

oh, and wait, no one wanted that bottle of champagne, right?

so here you two were, a pile of giggles and smirks as you passed the bottle between yourselves in your not-so-secret corner of the world. you both rambled on, reminiscing on old memories of your time spent together.

sharing glances and tipsy smiles when one of your mothers came by and commented about how cute you looked, how it seemed as if no time had passed.

eventually, the teasing started the same way it always did: his hand rubbing its way up and down your thigh.

it was especially easy for him to access your bare skin, the criminally short dress you wore barely covering the smooth flesh. you wore it with him in mind, of course.

last winter, you'd attended a holiday party in jeans, and you'd have thought you were in a chastity belt the way he pouted. he spent most of the evening complaining about missing the way your pretty thighs looked without the fabric, so you decided to be extra nice this time around.

unfortunately, you were starting to think that maybe you had been a little too nice when you felt his hand start moving up, up, up.

"luke, stop it! wait til we're alone!" you giggled quietly, swatting at his hand but doing absolutely nothing to deter him from his goal of getting his hand on your panties.

"oh, c'mon, baby. everybody's too drunk to even care." luke hummed in your ear, his warm breath on your ear making you shiver despite the heat. "besides, haven't felt you in so long, can't blame me f'being a little impatient."

you let out a soft moan when his hand finally found your panties, his palm applying some soft pressure before stopping, making you whine. "is that a yes?" he asked, his voice husky in your ear. you didn't even have to look at him to know he was smirking.

you bit your lip gently, glancing around the room to make sure you really were in the clear before nodding. "mhm."

he slowly rubbed circles onto your clothed pussy, relishing in the way you'd already soaked through them. "god, you're so wet..." he murmured, teasing you over your panties while you let out the occasional gasp or whimper.

"luuuke, stop t- oh." your complaint was cut off by your own quiet moan when he finally pushed your panties to the side and moved his middle finger up and down your slit. he spread your wetness around before finally easing it inside of you.

"oh, fuck." you moaned, bringing your hand up to your lips to try and discreetly muffle yourself. no one was paying you two any attention, but that didn't mean you wanted to tempt fate any more than you were!

luke draped his free arm over the back of your seat, forcing you in place and looking just oh-so-casual while his thumb found your puffy clit. he slipped in another finger, speeding up his thrusts while you struggled to stay quiet.

only you two could hear the squelching of your pussy while luke fingered you, the sounds of music and godawful karaoke blocking it out from the rest of the world.

"so. fucking. wet." luke groaned in your ear, punctuating each word with another toe curling thrust as you felt the familiar, delicious knot in your stomach start to grow. "fuck, fuck, m'so close!" you practically whined, trying to squirm against his firm grip, only to be met with his fingers curled up and made you hiss.

"you gonna cum f'me, baby? gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?" he cooed, to which you could only nod rapidly and dig your nails into his arm, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would moan too loud and bring attention to yourself.

after a few more rough thrusts, you turned and quickly buried your face into his shoulder, unable to hold in your moans as you squeezed your eyes shut and came undone.

he continued to rub your clit as you came, enjoying the sting of your nails digging into his arm and the fabric of your panties scraping his knuckles while you rode out your high.

eventually, however, he stopped and pulled his hand out from between your thighs, allowing you to catch your breath. he lifted his hand up, fingers and thumb glistening with your juices all over them.

"fuck, that's hot." he stated, looking at you as he popped his thumb into his mouth to clean it off. you blushed and smacked his chest, attempting to bring his hand down. "luke, stop it!" you hissed, your blush only seeming to egg him on more.

"ah, ah, ah. i earned this, doll." luke tutted, a wicked smirk on his face as he licked all your juices off his hand, groaning at your delicious taste until your mother came by to check in on you, asking if you felt okay, telling you that you looked a bit flushed.

"don't worry, i'm here to take great care of our girl for the night." he told your mother, his best, charming smile on his lips. "in fact, i'm gonna go grab us some waters." he stated, casually adjusting his hard on under the table before getting up and walking away.

your mom continued to talk, going on about how cute it was that you two were still the best of friends, but you weren't paying attention.

no, all your attention was on your phone as you waited for the usual text message to arrive in three... two... buzz, buzz.

you picked your phone up off the table and smiled to yourself as you read the messages.

"meet me in the stairwell" "don't make me start without you."

maybe getting dragged to these random events with your mom wasn't all that bad after all...

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green - The End of The Beginning

wc: 1443

cw: v in p, virgin!oc, virgin!luke, praisekink!luke, fluff, wrap it before you tap it

a/n: end of the first part of this series, writing more as you read this <333

That night felt like a painting. The vibrant blues and violets contrasting against the pale moon, made for a perfect meeting spot for Luke and Chrysanthis.

They were both sitting down on a blanket Luke had pulled out, Chrys laying her head in his lap to look up at the stars through the clearing above them. “Okay, so here’s what I’m confused about,” Chrys started, “is Helios in charge of all the stars since they’re all technically suns? Or does he just look after our sun and leave Asteria the rest of them?” Luke chuckled as he played with her hair,

“You know I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that, but they do look beautiful tonight don’t they.” He stared endlessly into her eyes, they were brighter than a thousand of those stars.

Luke and Chrysanthis had been together for around 8 months now, and those 8 months had been some of the happiest days of their lives. 

“It’s almost May, soon kids will be coming in for summer.” Chrys mumbled absent mindedly. Luke grumbled,

“I wish we could be the only ones here. I just want to be with you.” Luke would always get so stressed around summer, just because the amount of kids he had to monitor would increase tenfold.

Chrysanthis buried her face in his shirt, wrapping her arms around Luke’s torso, 

“I’ll still be here, don't worry.”

“I wish you’d be the only one here.” He grumbled. Chrysanthis couldn’t help but giggle,

“You sound like an old man when you’re grumpy, it's so cute.”

As they lay together, holding each other’s hands, Chrys paused; her eyes fixed on Luke’s wrist. “Is that my bracelet?” Luke sucked the air in through your teeth,

“It appears I’ve been caught.” he said sarcastically. Chrys playfully hit him,

“I was looking for that bracelet for weeks after you stole it!”

“Okay let’s calm down, I wouldn’t use the term ‘stole’.” Chrysanthis rolled her eyes,

“You stole my bracelet. Not cool.” Luke placed his hand on his chest, gasping with faux shock on his face,

“You wound me. If you really want it I’m happy to give it back.” Chrys repositions her body away from him,

“Well I don’t want it now. I’m used to not having it anymore!”

Luke furrowed his brow as he laughed, turning over Chrys and laying a sweet kiss on her lips. 

“I love you so much, pretty girl.” He kissed her again, this time with more passion. He stared deeply into her eyes, only inches away from her face. He played with her hair as he examined her perfection,

“What did I do to deserve you.” Chrys smiled as he kissed her neck, noting every sensation she felt when their bodies touched. 

“Hey Luke?” he hummed in response, “I think I’m ready.” Luke stopped in his tracks, staring up at her with his irresistible puppy eyes. 

“A-are you sure?” 

“Mhm. I’m very sure.” Chrysanthis bunched his shirt in her hand dragging him down further onto the blanket beneath them. The tension was palpable.

Neither of them had done it before, but obviously they knew the basics. Luke removed his shirt, then proceeded to take off Chrysanthis’. They took off their pants independently, then helped each other to remove their undergarments.

Luke burrowed through his bag, and pulled out a condom triumphantly. “Why on earth did you just have one of those lying around?” Chrysanthis chuckled.

“I have my connections.” Luke joked. He crawled his way onto her, savoring the little distance between each other’s faces. She rubbed her nose against his and then began to writhe beneath him, she was getting desperate. 

“I’m sorry baby, I want you as bad as you want me.” And he wasn’t wrong. His member was seeping with pre-cum, and his eyes looked as if he would wither simply at her touch. It was so fucking cute.

Trying to diffuse the tension, Chrys began kissing Luke. They were soft pecks as she led him down closer to her. She stopped. They looked into each other's eyes before a sharp moan escaped from both their mouths.

Chrysanthis felt a sharp pain, but the erotic pleasure she was feeling overweighed the pain exponentially. 

“Oh gods you’re so big pretty boy.” Chrys cooed at Luke as he began to move up and down at a tempo. He whined as her vagina fit perfectly to his leaking cock.

He wanted to cum right there, right inside of her beautiful, beautiful cunt, but he held off until he had more of her.

It was difficult to make out sentences from either of them, strings of vowel sounds followed by moaning was all that could be made out between the two of them.

After a while at the same tempo, Luke sped up. He put both his hands on her hips, leaning down to plant kisses wherever he could on her immaculate figure.

“You’re… doing sssgood baby.” Chrys slurred out as she arched her back, her eyes slowly rolling into the back of her head. She knew that feeding into Luke’s ego always made him harder.

“You’re sstight” He responded, taking one of his hands away from her hips to caress her face, he was fucking her dumb.

The more he thrusted into her vulva, the fuller she felt. All they wanted was more of each other, to be closer, more connected, more encapsulated.

Chrys took her hands and placed them on Luke’s back, trying to push him deeper into her, neither of them could get enough. They were both weak by this point, never had they been able to express their love so deeply and completely, it was as if they were walking together through the Elysian Fields for the rest of time.

“I’m close.” Chrysanthis was able to let out. Luke thanked the gods, as he pounded into her with the strength of Hercules yet the care and softness of Hestia.

He wanted their souls to be intertwined for the rest of all time, he wanted to be with her till the end of days. A whimper came out of Chrys as he quickened.

“It’s okay baby you’re almost there. Doing so well.” All she could do was whimper and moan his name, unable to think of anything but him, forever and always.

After a few more rounds of pounding she reached her peak and rode on Luke’s dick viciously, erotically moaning his name consistently. While she was at her peak Luke reached his, and her hole was suddenly filled with a new warmth she had never felt before. It felt heavenly. 

Eventually Luke collapsed next to Chrysanthis, looking back up at the stars with her as they had been at the start of that night.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to love somebody as much as I love you.” Luke whispered, as if throwing his small truth out into the vast universe above them.

Chrysanthis turned to him, eyes still glowing brighter than stars, and she wrapped her arms around him. He quickly reciprocated the gesture, hugging her around her waist as they snuggled as close to each other as they possibly could. Both were in total peace.

♥♥♥

Soon the summer camp kids started rolling in: Charles, Silena, Conner, along with a boatload of new faces and names. Chrysanthis knew it was stressing him out, but Luke seemed a lot more on edge than usual.

His nightmares had gotten worse and every now and again, Chrys could see something in his eyes. She didn’t fully understand it, but it scared her. One day she was getting lunch with Luke. He was ranting about his stupid kids, bragging about his fourth win, he was also talking about one of the new kids.

“You’d like him Chrys, he’s unclaimed but I don’t think that'll last long.” He chuckled. Luke saw him from across the mess hall and waved him over. “I have to go see to some business, but I’d like you to meet my girlfriend Chrysanthis, daughter of Demeter.”

He ran off going to do god knows what, and Chrys was now left with this kid who probably wasn’t much older than 12.  She extended her hand for a greeting,

“Hi! What’s your name?”

“My name’s Percy, it’s nice to meet you…”

“You can just call me Chrys for short, I know it’s a mouthful.” Percy smiled as he shook her hand. Luke was right, this kid felt special, he practically had kleos dripping off of him.

As Chrysanthis shook his hand, she knew he was destined for something big. She just hoped she could be a part of that when it happened.

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fem reader #female reader #smut #x reader #story update

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venom!luke; inspo; MDNI

luke has always had something in the back of his mind whispering to him. telling him to give you something new in the form of bending you and twisting you and fuckingx you however he pleased.

so he thinks that as a person, he isn't much different now. the only thing that has changed is the volume of the something, now an enchanting scream instead of a dull whisper. which left luke with no other viable option other than giving in.

the only logical progression was for him to listen to the voice.

and god, luke was so close to worshipping this inner voice because without it, he would have never gotten here. your hands webbed together against the headboard as an assistant instead of a punishment. his hands were busy holding your legs open, keeping you peeled open for his mouth to devour without any interference.

you've been in a similar position before, luke holding your legs open while he goes down on you, but that was when he was holding back and refusing to use even half of his strength on you. now, he uses what he needs in order to prevent you from closing your thighs around his head, or kicking him away like he knew you would attempt to do.

he misses the feeling of your hands tugging on his curls. he misses the way you would try to push him away, only for luke to grab your wrists in one of his hands and make you stay still. but hindering your ability to do so gave him more range and absolute control.

he's quick to get drunk on it.

he can't stop. he can hear you crying above him, begging for a break, but he keeps telling you "one more".

no, he isn't telling you. that voice is. the thing that is part of him now, fused into his body, possibly warped into his DNA for all he knew.

luke distantly recognizes you cumming again, and your voice is feeble from above him. it's distant, a small plea to let you go and give you time to catch your breath. but you don't tell him to stop, you just tell him to wait.

luke is close to completely doing as you ask. he pulls back from your cunt, looking up at you almost apologetically. he thinks that he's close to apologizing, but then the voice cuts in.

"she's pretty," it says, the voice deep as if it should be frightening. weirdly, luke feels more comforted than frightened, like he's listening to the instigating words of a companion rather than an enemy.

"make her do it again."

luke gives you a break. he busies himself with massaging your hips, kissing along your neck, cutting your hands out of the webs. and when your legs wrap around his hips, he abides by the voice and starts to make you do it again.

[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green (OC) - The Stables

wc: 1600

cw: fem receiving oral, men receiving oral, aided masturbation, kissing, making out, pre-cannon, lil bit of fluff

It had been about a week since the incident. I mean what else was she supposed to call it?

Chrysanthis and Luke had been friends for years so this sudden change felt like a huge shift she couldn’t reverse. It’s not that she didn’t want him. If anything that’s what scared her; Chrys had never wanted anyone more in her entire life.

But they couldn’t really talk about it. There were always other people around; and when there wasn’t they were sticking their tongues in each others’ mouth.

She also had no idea what on earth she would say, ‘hey so remember how you finger fucked me in the back of a tree? Yeah I just thought maybe we should discuss how that affects our relationship because now I want you desperately.’ She just wasn’t ready to talk about it.

And evidently neither was he. 

Another, more embarrassing after effect of their, encounter, was she had nowhere to put this new energy.

Now once again this was a very embarrassing thing to admit, but Chrys hadn’t really ever done anything like that. And feeling those intense emotions it’s only logical you’d want to feel them again! So she had been finding time to herself so she could fulfill that need, nothing wrong with that right?

Anyway, she knew she couldn’t go back to those woods to do it because the entire time she’d be thinking about what happened, and you couldn’t do it in your ‘bedroom’ as it was always full of other people, so Chrysanthis had been going to the stables while the pegasi were out.

It made her feel slightly humiliated that she had these new urges she couldn’t control, but she was trying to deal with them in the least disruptive way possible, and she was doing a pretty good job!

“Pssst, Chrysanthis?” Shit shit shit, why on earth was he here? She tried to hide herself behind one of the stable walls, please gods kill me now.

“What do you want?” That was rude. She shouldn’t have said it like that.

“Ummm, I just wanted to talk to you. Is this a bad time?” Oh right, talk. The last time he wanted to talk they ended up horizontal. It’s never just a talk. 

“No no it’s fine. Sorry I’m a little standoffish at the moment.” 

“That’s totally fine I kind of walked in on you.” he lightly chuckled. Luke walked into the stall Chrysanthis was in and leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. An awkward silence rested over them.

“Sooo what were you doing in here?” he asked inquisitively. 

“Nothing.” Chrys responded at lighting speed, her jaw clenched with her own frustration. Luke’s mouth turned into a wide grin,

“There’s no shame in it, you know, I do it too.”

“Gods Luke please just don’t.” Chrys snickered out of embarrassment.

“Do you need any help?” There it is. The talk turns into talk and relations. So is this how it’s going to be? Us trying to have a conversation and failing to do so? 

“Um no… actually I wanted to talk to you about us.” Oh gods this is so cliche. Luke stood there for a while, with his unreadable face, stupid unreadable face. Finally after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled,

“I’m really glad you brought it up. I had no idea what to say.” He plopped onto the ground beneath and sat criss cross applesauce; Chrys did the same. “Okay, where should we start?” Chrys paused,

“What does this mean to you?” Luke looked down at the ground and picked up a string of hay.

“I- I love you. I mean we know this. I just,” Luke paused and looked up at her eyes, “Want you to be happy.” Chrysanthis beamed, she pressed her forehead against his, lingering to feel his skin on hers for just a little longer.

“The way I feel about you… I’ve-I’ve never felt this way about anybody before. It’s kind of embarrassing how strong my feelings are for you.” She chuckled, hating how corny she sounded. 

“Yeah?” Luke giggled, gods he’s so adorable. “Okay okay my turn. What are your limits?” Chrys took a second to think, 

“No sex. At least, not right now. I’m not really there yet.”

“That’s totally fair and you are under no obligation to do anything you don’t want to.” Luke nodded his head.

“Cool.”

“Cool.” 

They both knew what was going to happen next, and not wanting to slow down the process Luke put his hand on Chrysanthis’ neck and pulled her into a gentle kiss. In between kisses Luke remarked,

“Do you still need help?” Chrys chuckled. “You know I really do consider it my moral obligation to help those in need.”

She grinned as Luke took her right hand and placed it in her inner thigh. They continued to kiss, allowing it to deepen as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Luke slipped Chrys’ hand under her pants and underwear, allowing himself to feel the fabric as he controlled her movements. She let out small whimpers as he used her own hand to spread open her folds. Chrysanthis had no control over where her hands would take her next, but that was the best part.

Luke was groaning, lusting to feel her skin and her body against his own. Chrysanthis caught on and pulled away from their kiss to whisper in his ear, 

“I think it’s a little messy down there right now, could you clean it up for me pretty boy?” Luke closed his eyes shut, trying not to cum at the sound of her endearing pet name,

“If it pleases you gorgeous.” He took her hand out of her pants, and then began to slip them off of her legs, he then did the same for her undergarments. 

Chrys spread her thighs apart, already wet at the sight of his puppy dog pupils eyeing her pussy. She takes a sharp inhale as Luke passes his tongue between her folds. He takes his time, and consistently looks up for validation, although Chrysanthis is already giving plenty of verbal praise. 

“Gods you’re s’perfect.” Luke smirks and begins to make circles around her clit, as he comes closer to the target so does she.

Chrysanthis’ back arches more and more as he continues, and what was once coherent sentences becomes bits and pieces, soon she just moans out Luke’s name, unable to think about anything else. 

“Can you cum for me baby? You’re so close, I just want to make you cum.”

Chrysanthis is moving her hips into him, and soon Luke takes both of her legs and throws them over his shoulders, needing to feel closer to her and her clit. His circles are getting tighter and he begins to suck at her cunt, feeling her hips begin to twitch.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re doing so well baby.” Chrys reaches her peak and grinds her hips against Luke’s face as he cleans her up from the inside. 

When her hips finally stop twitching, Luke takes her legs off of his shoulders and cups her face with his hand, giving her a soft, lingering kiss. “Luke?” He hums, “Please let me suck your dick.”

Luke blinks a few times, processing her request, trying to act like there isn’t already a tent in his pants, and pre-cum dripping out of his tip. 

“Whatever pleases you, pretty girl.” Gods she loved his pet names. He sat on a stool that was laying around as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down, his boxers were absolutely soaked, 

“I didn’t know you were so hard for me, baby.” Luke rolled his eyes slightly embarrassed, but the second Chrys put the tip in her mouth, Luke was rolling his eyes for a completely different reason. 

She began to clean up all of the pre-sum on his tip, and soon began to get lost in it, sucking off Luke like the cum was ambrosia. “Oh gods baby please.” Luke was moaning so submissively, it turned Chrys on more than she could say, she had to make him cum.

Luke flutters his eyes, unable to function without her lips on his cock. He places his hand on the back of her head, trying not to shove his dick into her with a crashing rhythm.

Chrysanthis looks up at Luke with doe eyes, and begins to bob her head back and forth, inviting him to direct her. Luke sighs with contentment as he takes her hair in his hands and ties it back, shoving his dick into her face. 

Chrys gags momentarily, but soon she’s able to take the rest of Luke’s length. Encouraged by this Luke begins to thrust into her, unable to slow his movements out of desperation for more of her.

Chrysanthis’ moans vibrate on his dick, and the sensation is enough to make Luke cum right then and there. After a few more thrusts Luke cums down her throat, letting out a loud moan of relief as he breathes heavily. 

Luke gets down onto his knees and plants kisses on Chrysanthis’ neck. Taking his time as he sucks on one spot, “Luke you better not give me a visible hickey.” Chrysanthis scolds. 

“But baby, how else will people know who you belong to?” She chuckled,

“You’re so cute when you’re possessive.” Luke rolled his eyes as he took both of her hands and placed them above her head, planting kisses on every part of her face as they lay together on the ground.

“You’re so perfect, I can’t help myself.”

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #smut #fluff #fem reader #female reader #x reader #camp half blood

[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green ❀Masterlist❀

requests and ideas are very much welcomed <333

Part 1- White Lily (set pre-tlt)

Dandelions

The Stables

The End of The Beginning

Part 2- Red Orchid (set post- tlt)

The Beginning of the End

One Last Time

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #masterlist #masterlist <3 #x reader #smut #fem reader #female reader #masterlist post

[vcgardenia]

my fav angsty fanfic out there rn

IDLE WORSHIP

part i of the 7 deadly sins, luke castellan, and you

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 515 summary: you and luke fooling around on the roof of the hermes cabin after curfew ;) warnings: smut!! oral (reader receiving); body worship; luke and reader smoke weed....18+ ! author's note: i wanted to do a series of blurbs *loosely* based off the 7 deadly sins and here we are....also, i (finally!) made a masterlist so....enjoy!!

♪ "idle worship" by paramore

you bite the back of one hand to keep from waking up the entire camp, the other still holding a half-smoked joint loosely between your fingers. 

luke was always skilled, but tonight his tongue feels particularly heavenly.

it hadn’t been either of your intentions for the evening. the plan was for a peaceful night of getting high and stargazing on the roof of the hermes cabin after curfew. 

not entirely innocent, but more so than what it had become as soon as luke decides to shuffle underneath the blanket you share, lips traveling down your body as he mumbles sweet nothings into your skin.

luke kisses down your sternum, unbuttoning the flannel you had taken from him. “you’re so beautiful,” he praises. luke sucks bruises underneath your breasts. “prettier than any goddess.” his tongue traces over your scars. he bites just above your belly button, fingers fumbling with your shorts. “absolutely divine,” is the last thing he says before devouring your cunt.

in your defense…. it has been a stressful week. you and luke had barely had a moment alone, and chris warned that the weed would be strong. 

it’s slightly careless, yes, especially for senior counsellors — but fuck, if you don’t feel utterly blissed out.

you almost break skin when luke tugs your clit with his teeth, bringing you over the edge. luke pokes his head out from underneath the blanket that still covers your bottom half; you take a moment to admire him.

the moonlight softening his scar, illuminating his cheekbones and jawline. backlit by a million shining stars that mean nothing compared to his smile, luke looks like an angel. 

and then, you get a better look at him — his black curls slightly askew; his dark eyes rimmed red; his lips wet with your release, curling into a smirk at how you unraveled for him so easily. 

a fallen angel, maybe. a fucking gorgeous one at that. 

“can i have another hit?”

you take a drag of the forgotten joint, holding the smoke in your mouth until luke is hovering above you. when he presses his lips onto yours, you let him suck up all the smoke, along with whatever air is leftover in your lungs. he removes himself from you, allowing you a moment to breathe while he exhales. 

luke rests one hand on your hip, and reaches the other down to run two fingers across your folds and shoves them into his mouth, sucking like his life depends on it.  

“tastes just like nectar.”

“better be careful then, angel,” you drawl and tangle your free hand into his curls. you can tell luke likes the new nickname from the way he tightens his grip, firm enough to bruise. “if you have too much, it might just kill you.” 

he grins down at you lazily, blinking slowly.

“at least i’d die happy,” luke sighs. 

a giggle bursts out of your chest in response. 

you bring the tail end of the joint to his lips; this time, he exhales directly into your mouth, allowing you to share the last dregs of smoke.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut

[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green (OC) - Dandelions

wc: 1335

cw: smut, fingering, kissing, making out, pre-canon

a/n: This is my first post on tumblr so enjoy!

“Hey Chrys, can you pass me the other dishes over there?” Luke and Chrysanthis had almost completed washing the dirty plates from lunch that day,

“Cleanup duty is the worst, I swear if I have to step in one more pile of messy food I’m going to lose it.” Chrysanthis dumped the plates into the barrel and took a huge sigh of relief.

“Well demigods aren’t exactly known for their etiquette.” Luke chuckled, “Although the entire point of doing this cleanup is so we have more awareness of the whole, actions have consequences thing.”

“Yeah well it’s clearly not working. I mean who just leaves waste and garbage on the floor? In what world would they think that was okay?” Chrysanthis was fuming. Luke was studying her keenly,

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, you know that? The grass blades beneath your feet shrivel up completely.” He had that smug grin on his face, the one he had been wearing far more often these past few weeks with Chrysanthis.

“Don’t mock me.” She said with sincerity.

“I would never. Come on, I wanna show you something.” Chrysanthis didn’t like the look on his face. Not because she disliked it, but because she didn’t understand it.

“You know I loathe surprises.” She said cautiously.

“Oh I know I know, just follow me.”

He took her away from the mess hall, and out into the forest. After they were relatively deep in the forest Chrysanthis started to complain,

“Okay look,” Luke turned around with that same incomprehensible look on his face, “I don’t know what you’re trying to show me right now but it looks like there nothing he-” she was cut off by Luke cupping her face in his hands and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

After his lips left hers she stared at him, utterly bewildered as to how they had gotten there. All she knew was that her lips were begging for more, so she placed her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes, and returned the kiss with more force, more need.

Luke stumbled back out of shock but was quickly there to receive her soft lips once more. As the kissing started to intensify Luke let out a short groan, communicating his pleasure. Chrysanthis startled by the noise stepped back and straightened her arms, creating some distance between them,

“Luke I don’t know if we should be doing this…” she let out an exasperated breath, frustrated with herself. Luke took her arms off his shoulders and held them as he moved forward, she promptly moved back until her back ran into a tree. Luke leaned on it and whispered into her ear, 

“If you want me to go away and leave you alone just say so. We’ll pretend this never happened, and I swear you’ll never have to be bothered by me again. But Chrys, look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me to do things to you.” She couldn’t bring herself to do it and she knew it. So she just stared. She stared into his eyes, unable to escape the control they had over her. 

After what seemed like forever she felt a hand at the small of her back, even that smallest touch made her wither, and the softest moan escaped her lips. Luke took that as his answer, and he immediately went to work.

He started at her neck, planting as many kisses as he could, trying to lay claim to all of her body. Chrysanthis couldn’t put together sentences, much less words, all she could let out were moans of her satisfaction. Eventually, Luke kissed her lips once more, and he could hear her moans as they entered his mouth, driving him mad with want.

The kiss deepened and Chrys gave him the smallest bit of her tongue to test the waters, Luke, eager to proceed, pushed his tongue down her throat, wanting to feel every inch of her body.

Chrysanthis took hold of his face and slowly pulled them down to the ground. Luke placed himself on his knees so he could be right over her torso, savoring the kiss. 

As they continued Chrys wrapped both her legs around one of Luke’s knees, and began grinding against him, wanting to feel a rhythm and some friction in between her thighs. Desperate to please her he moved his leg to the rhythm, and looked at her for assurance.

“Luke, take my pants off.” “Are you sure?” His once smug eyes now looked incredibly submissive, willing to do anything for this moment to last longer.

“I’m sure. Take it all off.” Luke didn’t need another word. He unbuttoned her jeans, and as he slipped them off her legs, he left kisses in between her thighs, wanting to touch and explore more of her.

When he finally got them off of her he began on her underwear, delicately throwing them off to the side. He continued to leave kisses around her thighs, but slowly he came closer and closer to her clit, and the kisses became more sloppy, more rushed.

The second he touched her clit with his tongue she moaned his name, Luke looked up,

“What is it? Did it hurt?” 

“No.” She half chuckled, so encapsulated in her ecstasy, “Keep going, please.” 

“As you wish my goddess divine.” He began to make circles with his tongue, slowly getting faster and making tighter circles, her moans getting louder and more intense, whenever she said his name, Luke felt as if he had gone to heaven. 

All of a sudden Luke stopped. Chrysanthis whined in protest, not wanting to lose her momentum. Luke cupped his hand over her mouth, his head up and attentive. He quickly stared intently into her eyes, “Not a sound.” Right as Chrys took a breath to speak Luke silenced it with a kiss that melted her. After about five minutes of back and forth Luke pulled away, “Okay, they’re gone.” Chrys didn’t care if  Zeus himself  had found them, she just wanted to keep going.

She took Luke’s right hand and put it on her thigh, giving him a deep look she hoped he would understand. Luke took two of his fingers from his left, and entered her, much to Chrysanthis’ delight. He slowly began to thrust his fingers inside of her, starting out soft and slow to test the grounds.

But as he grew more comfortable with this new area of her body, the more confident he grew in his speed. Chrysanthis’ erotic sighs of pleasure were enough to make him climax, but what he really wanted was her pleasure and satisfaction.

As he continued pounding his fingers inside her vagina, he noticed that the ground she touched was slowly growing dandelions, he knew she was close. 

Luke began to whimper and groan the same way Chrysanthis had been doing for him, crying out her name in ecstasy. He bent down and began sucking her neck, leaving a mark between every whimper he performed. “Oh gods Luke, I think I’m coming.” Chrys was almost at her peak, Luke just had to make sure she got there.

Luke thrusted his fingers into her at lightning speed and soon he heard a cry of completion. She collapsed against the tree and panted with the widest smile on her face, looking at Luke with newfound adoration.

Luke lay next to her and put his head on her shoulder, encasing his arms around her, “You are the most amazing demi-god I’ve ever met Chrysanthis.” Luke looked deeply into her forest green eyes, such a beautiful color,

“I love you Luke.” The words came as easily to her as a breath of fresh air. Luke put his hand on her neck and passionately kissed her beautiful, soft lips,

“I love you too.” The ground beneath them flourished with fertility, and as they went in to kiss once more, a dandelion sighed with contentment as a gentle breeze carried away its fluffy seeds.

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[vcgardenia]

cw: sexual content, loser!luke

loser!luke humping the bed as he makes out with r in demeter cabin during the fire. you’re by no means popular, but you are pretty and you begged him to kiss you so that you wouldn’t be made fun of by your siblings and friends anymore. you’ve been friends for a while anyway. he thinks it’s cute that your little whimpers match the flowers that sprout between the gaps in the bunk bed everytime he squeezes your hips. your desperate gasps in between kisses make him smile, and your giggle when he flutters his eyelashes against your flushed cheeks is the most beautiful melody he’s ever had the pleasure to hear. you whisper in his ear about how pretty you think he is, how you’d like to do this again. you ignore the wet spot on his sweatpants - the smell of roses that would trail you tomorrow would embarrass you equally. even the campers that weren’t children of demeter knew what that insinuated.

in the morning he’ll gather around with connor, travis, charles, and the rest of the boys and brag to them about how he won their bet of who’d get a girl first. and you’ll blush at their little whoops and hollers when you wink at him in the dining hall before tripping over a patch of grass that definitely wasn’t in the concrete before.