daphne

mention my name to luke castellan he will audibly sigh in resignation and shake his head

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8teen, she/they, asian, my pinterest

୨ৎ luke castellan masterlist

to burn again ongoing series!

is it harmless? (series, smau) [COMPLETED]

let the stars bare witness

strawberry pranks

shakespeare would want us to kiss

business partners

feel free to send me reqs/random stuff!!

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guys😀😀😀 ive been writing in my notes app on my old phone😀😀😀😀 itwill not turj on. oh mybgod. uhm. its gonna be a while before the next to burn again update yeah. maybe ill write a quick oneshot, she says through tears

[lukes-blade]

i miss fratboy luke

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manifesting they cast a black actor for apollo… please. PLEASE

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rip rachel zegler as artemis you were all i wanted

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does it mean anything that the boy i used to like dated a girl that looked like the girl i used to like. help me decipher this. hello????

[fxiryeon]

how it feels to wait for pjo season 2 so that the luke castellan x reader tag will finally be flooded with posts again

(literally me rn)

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guys remember me when s2 comes out 💯💯💯💯 been here since the beginning!! (i just got the courage to post my fics like 3 months ago)

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to burn again — (iv)

luke castellan x reader smau masterlist

iv : spirit of my silence

cw: argument w parents. wc: 1.5k

luke’s pov of part ii

luke’s pov during part iii

dinner on 19th June

“You guys never listen to me,” you mumbled at the dinner table, fork cutting through your grilled chicken.

You tried to keep the peace, you really did. But every question concerning Connecticut you had that night was cut off by a smile and another dish shoved into your face, ‘You need to eat more veggies, mija.’

“What is it now?” Your dad sighs—you notice he still hasn't stopped chewing his food— and Mom stays quiet.

“Now, it's about Connecticut and I want to know what happened when we lived there.” You set your cutlery down on the dining table. First, you tried making eye contact with your father—who wouldn't even consider to begin speaking— before focusing on your mother who looked like her brain was scrambling for words.

Mom sighed and finally spoke up. “There's nothing to tell, baby. We lived there for a bit and nothing bad happened, no crazy story—”

“I asked what happened, not that if anything bad happened. Though, it is interesting how you automatically wanted to clarify that. And please, for the love of god would someone define what 'a bit' means I've heard it nine times already.”

“Enough, you do not interrupt your mother,” your dad finally speaks up, index finger pointed in your direction, “we lived there for 4 years, we didn't like it. Too isolated. You didn't have any friends and the school was absolutely terrible, so we moved away. That's all there is.”

“Oh yes, I can't believe I forgot that. The teachers were so incompetent, weren't they? Never gave out any homework or anything, just making you kids nowadays so lazy.” Your mom sweeps in, looking over to your father who nodded in agreement. Another bite of chicken in his mouth. You let them talk as you processed what your dad was saying. Four years? Four as in two multiplied by two?? As in two plus two?? As in two to the power of two??

“Yes. Mom, I'm sorry for interrupting you while you were speaking.” You apologized genuinely before eating a slice of carrot. “We lived there for four years?”

“Yes Mija, four years. Want some more chicken?” Mom is back to her joyful self and you nod. To be fair, you weren't going to turn down a well-seasoned and fresh chicken, not when you were sure the cooks at the college cafetarias are white people who would find ketchup spicy.

“Yes please.” You beamed as she handed you a chicken thigh. (Best part of the chicken. Fight me!!!) “So that’s all? We moved away because it just wasn't there right place?” You spoke through bites of the chicken.

“Precisely so.”

“So.. do you guys remember a boy named Luke?” You finally gathered up the courage to ask. The tension that was eased by the chicken thigh came back as quick as it went away; your dad momentarily stops chewing while your mom's eyes flicked over to your dad.

“Doesn't ring any bells,” your father simply shrugs. You look over to your mom who's suddenly quiet. That gnawing feeling appears again deep in your stomach; the same feeling that reminds you why you worked yourself to the bone in order to move out, the same feeling you get hit with within 30 minutes of being in your parents' house after being excited to visit all week, the same feeling you've had for as long as you can remember.

“Mkay, I was just asking.” You tried to dismiss the question and their blatant lie, but apparently you didn't manage to school your expression well enough.

“What is this? Since you went to college with your new friends you've been asking all kinds of questions.” Your dad shakes his head disapprovingly before leaning in your mom's direction. “Told you these kids? No good. Putting ideas in her head.”

“I was just asking a harmless question, why do you immediately insult my friends?” When it came to sly comments about yourself, you can brush it off like nothing, but not when it came to your friends. Even after all these years, they still don't see you as someone who can make her own decision. They just see an impressionable girl who can't think for herself. “No one is 'poisoning my mind' with anything. I was just curious.”

“That's not what your father said,” your mom interrupts and you physically have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “We're just worried about how you're living there.”

“It's great, Mom, honestly. The only complaint I have is the bland food, that's it.” You tried to reassure her, at least you have a chance to get through to her.

“Okay. I'll pack you some seasonings to bring to your dorm,” she says before immediately standing up a little too abruptly, you're left with slightly widened eyes and alone with your father.

He stacks up the plates on top of each other, cutlery sitting on the very top plate before sliding it in your direction. “Help your mother with the dishes.”

You nod and take the dishes to the sink, seeing your mom standing at the kitchen counter, making good on her promise to pack you seasonings. No but like literally. She was putting bottles of seasonings in a bag for you. You roll up your sleeves before turning on the sink.

“Mom, you don't have to. I can survive with the food.”

“No no, it's fine. You can't study without eating good food.” She insists, tying up the bag before setting it on the counter. “Just leave the dishes. Don't you have curfew there?”

“Yes but it's 11 p.m., 5 minutes of dishes won't make me late.” You shrug, it was therapeutic in a sense, and you just want to help your mom. You notice her expression, somewhat tired yet annoyed at you for helping her. “It's fine, really, Mom. Plus, I haven't washed dishes since I've been staying there. Gotta make sure I don't forget how to, right?”

Thankfully, that attempt at a joke cracked a smile from her. She reaches to ruffle your hair, “they're spoiling you too much.” The both of you giggle quietly for a few seconds over the sink. She guides you to the doorway, not forgetting the paper bag of bottled spice where you see Dad in the driveway.

“Started the engine for you already. You have been warming up your engine, right?” He opens the door for you and gives you a suspicious look that you can't really tell if he was serious or not.

“Yes dad,” you groaned, drawling out 'dad' on purpose and he just laughs. Guess he was joking then. “Alright, don't miss me too much.” You teased before giving your parents each a hug.

“That'll be easy.” Your father mumbles as he pats you on the back.

“I keep telling you, you get your humour from him,”your mom whispers conspiratorially and you both laugh, you give her one last peck on her cheek.

“Is dad really joking though?” You settle in the driver's seat, rolling the car window down before closing the door. The clank of the spice bottles

“Oh he definitely is. I see him looking at your pictures on the wall all the time.” Mom continues. Dad just shakes his head again, this time with a smile. “Lies. Defamation of my character.”

“Awwww he does? You should've taken a picture.”

“I will next time.” Mom nods while grinning ear to ear now.

“Alright alright. Enough jokes at my expense. You don't wanna be late, okay? Be safe. Call us if you need anything.” Dad says, index finger in your face but endearingly this time.

“Yes yes I will. You guys too.” You turn on your car headlights. “Okay bye, love you.”

“Love you too.” You hear your mom say, you don't catch her expression since you're focused on reversing your car out of the driveway. Finally, you wave back at them through your window before driving off.

Why do you guys only get along when you're about to leave? Why does the good moments have to be so fleeting? Waiting at a red light, you pull down the sun visor above you. Your stomach sinks as you find three one-hundred dollar bills hidden in the vanity mirror. Quickly though, you compose yourself as the light turns green. Between the three hundred dollars and the clanking of the bottled spices as you drive, you know why you always come back—and also why you always leave. How could you hate the people who worked so hard especially for you, who worked far longer than they should have just for you? A distant voice in your head brings in some rationale, that it's their responsibility, that it's the bare minimum, and that voice gets drowned out as quickly as it surfaced.

Still, you want answers and you're getting answers. At least 4 years of your life that you do not remember, almost 20% of your life. Eyeing the text you sent Luke seven hours ago, your impulse wins over. Inviting you to visit Connecticut? He could be a murderous psychopath but.... Might as well, and he doesn't give off that vibe anyways.

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authors note: guys i have no idea how dads talk so this is all i got🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼 hope u guys enjoy!! love u sm!!

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imy bae 💔 hope you’re doing so good and settling well in college ❤️

i miss YOU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im coming home (metaphorically) i swearrrr thank u smm thoo

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can anyone with an english speaking family help me😭😭😭 what do your parents call you other than your name? i know some spanish speaking families would call their daughters mija so im looking for the english version of that… please understand what im talking about please pleaseeeee its important 🙁🙁

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Queen how's life been?

GASPPP HEYY did u guys miss me😛😛😛😛 life update cause @solemnscreams also did one😛😛

1. moved into college (pre-med!)

2. locked myself out of my room for 3 hours💜

3. got chased by a monkey (twice) on campus (he was very cute yet very scary)(said monkey also broke into someone else’s room)

4. all my classes start at 8am sighhhhh

5. currently back home for the weekend!

ill try to finish writing the next part of to burn again within the weekend!! and i hope u guys had a wonderful week😛😛 unlike killer who had a rather unfortunate and eventful week LOL

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to burn again — iii

luke castellan x reader smau masterlist

iii : screw this shit im out

cw : mention of homophobic parents, implied child neglect

. . . a few hours later (spongebob voice or whoever)(according to your imagination)

taglist : @solemnscreams @salmadoesshitsometimes @favbrxnette @10473051329 @elleyaps @dracoslovergirl @champomiel @nana-luvy @emotiandon @xoemme @ddeliajo @wwmmaa @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @fancifulfrei @espressoskiss @profoundstrangerbird @holaseniorahoe @bouncedatahhh @lqclercs @cloudmim3 @hyssoplampflickers @bitterspoons @londonsworldddd @flowersonthelethe @fxiryeon @lortheswiftie @lukecastellans-babygirl @cloudtato @soytragonette02 @pretty-side-of-the-moon @loonaoffline @prettyandromeda

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to burn again — ii

luke castellan x reader social media au masterlist

part ii : WE FOUND HIM (/pos or /neg ?)

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to burn again — (i)

luke castellan x reader smau. [masterlist]

part i : whos this little guy?

taglist : @solemnscreams @favbrxnette @10473051329 @elleyaps @loveurlove @salmadoesshitsometimes @that-daughter-of-hephaestus

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introductions! (masterlist)

reader — in priv is clarisse and silena, posts a lot of webweaving/poetry content that blows up sometimes

luke — niche micro celebrity after posting song covers on tiktok, but resorted to shit posting on twt. in priv is chris, travis, etc etc. dont ask him about his sexuality he hasnt thought about it.

clarisse — occasionally blows up on twt when she posts selfies, bisexual and openly dating silena

silena — posts grwms and vlogs on tiktok. unlabelled and openly dating clarisse.

there will be more characters involved im just posting the main ones involved!

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to burn again — masterlist

two estranged childhood best friends start over with their friendship. what happens when one remembers and the other doesn’t? you can’t really tell someone their memories, can you?

luke castellan x reader social media au

~ introductions soundtrack moodboard

i. whos this little guy?

ii. WE FOUND HIM

iii. screw this shit im out

iv. spirit of my silence

comment to be in taglist!

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BUSINESS PARTNERS ! — luke castellan

snapshots between reader and luke, set before sea of monsters. reader is helping him with life outside of camp. gender neutral reader! word count: 1.4k

cw: not really suggestive but some subtext, mentions of suicide (of a dog💔)

authors note : im bad at chess but so is luke so its fine. also funfact canis minor is also known as prokyon!

"so how do you know this guy again?" luke repeated for the third time as you adjusted his suit. the three-piece suit was perfectly tailored to him (by your demand) yet he wore it like it wasn't.

"i told you already," you sighed, "i know a guy who knows a guy who knows this guy."

"you know a lot of guys." he raised an eyebrow.

"shut up." you sighed, deliberately making a move to step away from him.

ten minutes until your meeting starts and you have no idea how to survive luke castellan. you catch him fumbling with the cufflinks on his sleeves in your peripheral vision. with a deep breath, you stop yourself from swatting his hand and gently pulled his arm away.

"what? its not my fault the sleeves are too tight–"

"it's not too tight, it's supposed fit like that." you glared at him, "and now stop fussing around like a child."

"fine, fine." he sighed theatrically.

it would be so easy to make a jab at him—maybe the way he reaches to fidget with his rings only to find his fingers bare, or the way his oxford shoe clicked nervously against the floor, maybe even the way you had to tie his tie for him— but you dont. luke's life never offered him any of the opportunities that you have, it would be plain unfair to poke fun of him for something out of his control. plus, you dont want to sound like an elitist snob.

however, your train of thought came to a halt once the glass door opened and a red-haired woman peeked out, she reminds you of donna from the show suits.

"mr. townsend is ready for you," she said so casually yet still professional. you muttered an 'okay' and flashed her a small smile in response, making the first move to walk towards the room. you swore you saw luke's adam's apple bobbed as he averted his gaze away from the secretary. something about that made your chest tighten and the need to disappear into a puddle even stronger.

quickly gathering your composure, you sat across mr. townsend as luke introduced himself to the man, another chance at a possible alliance.

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luke was rearranging the chest pieces while you lounged on the couch, legs on the armrest, one hand on the tv remote. he's been crashing at your apartment ever since he left camp, you didnt mind his company. after all, he's been holed up in that camp for five years—with the exception of his quest— and eventhough the boy adapts quickly, it wouldn't feel right if you let him wander the streets of the upper east side on his own.

"so how many guys do you know?" he asked.

"what are you talking about now?" you chuckled, looking back to him and the chess board. he tries to be cheeky—even though he only started learning chess a few weeks ago— and moves his pawn to G4, exposing his bishop.

his eyes narrowed as he watched you move your pawn to the centre like every other game. "i meant your business associates. how many 'guys' do you know?"

"im sorry i cannot give you a number," you drawled out, finding it difficult to take him 100% seriously.

"so, a lot of guys?" he said, eyes fixed on you, the chess game momentarily forgotten.

"it's purely business, what's wrong with you?" you chuckled in disbelief, observing him as he observed the chess pieces.

"nothing. just wondering, you know? since we are business partners, business associates, whatever you wanna call it." he shrugged. "just wondering if they get the same treatment." his voice lowered at that last comment knowing you would glare at him. you did just that yet you offered no verbal retort.

you couldn't blame him for reading too deeply into the actions between you both, for seeing something you didnt. the lines of boundaries were astronomically blurred between you two. sharing a bed, his socks in your laundry hamper, your hands tugging on his hair, the patterns on his bare back formed by your lace curtains whenever he slept in. still, you didn't address it.

he moves his pawn to F3. he doesn't see it but you do, the way his king is left unguarded. you moved your queen to F4, grinning as his eyebrows slowly scrunched up in realisation. "checkmate."

"losing in two moves, that's talent," you grinned, receiving an eye roll from him. he sighs while rearranging the pieces, unable to back down from a challenge.

"again?"

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  you and luke were wandering the docks late past midnight, not an unusual occurrence in your routine. you prayed no security guard would catch the two of you; silently only because you didn't know how luke would react if he heard you praying. his attention was elsewhere anyways but you didn't want to take the risk. he stared at the various yachts and ships while you opted to strain your neck for the constellations above.

"which one is your favourite?" luke asked, you didnt notice he joined you but no complaints came to mind.

"orion. he's really easy for me to find." your gaze flicked to luke's face before focusing back on the sky. "yours?"

"canis minor. i've always liked dogs." he allowed himself to smile at that.

you smiled too, "really? what's your favourite breed?"

"don't have one.. im not picky. any dog that's loyal is good enough for me, plus, they're all cute." he shrugged before looking back to the ships.

"cute and loyal, got it." you said, watching him before asking the question that has beenn plaguing your mind for weeks now. "why do you want a cruise ship so bad?"

"i keep seeing it in my dreams." he said in a tone you weren't sure was joking or serious.

you titled your head to see more of his expression, unsure if this warrants a laugh or not. "if you're serious, that is really really unsettling. major oracle or seer vibes."

his jaw visibly sets and he shakes his head dismissively. "don't call me that again."

"alright, im sorry." you apologised, foolishly hoping the tension in the air would magically dissipate at those three words. "so.. why not canis major?"

"what?" luke asked, his eyes looking you up and down.

"i mean— you said you like canis minor the most. why not canis major? why choose the *lesser* dog?" you said, meeting his gaze for a second.

"the story behind it sticks out to me the most. in some versions, it represents maera, the dog of icarius," luke explained, his eyes fixed on the ocean waves. "when icarius died, the dog and his daughter took their lives next to icarius.

there was a moment of silence as you took in the story. damn you didn't remember that part from the greek mythology lessons.

"thats...dark. isnt icarius the guy dionysus taught how to make wine?" you asked, not really knowing how to lead off that explanation.

"yeah, he was," luke nodded. "dionysus was really mad. i think he brought on a drought on the land and made people crazy."

"woah.. that's mr. D, like the mr. D who wears hawaiian shirts." you mused albeit quietly. "that's gonna trip me out."

"you know she jumped into a well and died." luke added after a moment of silence.

"who jumped into a well and died?" you turned to look at him again, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"the dog, maera did."

"oh, that's sad." your voice took on a softer tone. "so, you really value loyalty then?"

"yeah, you can say that." luke nodded, now dipping his toes into the water.

"if you had to choose between honesty and loyalty, which one would you choose?" you asked, now sitting criss cross apple sauce on the docks.

"honesty wouldn't exist without loyalty." luke answered, eyes trained on the water.

"have you ever lied to me?"

it was silent for a few seconds before luke shook his head, "no, i haven't."

"seriously?"

"seriously." luke affirms, and for just a second, your eyes meet in a way that makes your stomach do a little flutter.

"loyal to me or the cause?" you pressed further, asking questions you've never had the guts to ask.

"they're the same." luke answered, his tone as if he fully believes that and maybe he does, you don't really know. what you do know is the butterflies dissappeared as soon as they appeared.