Oldest Dream

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[palms-upturned]

People in Gaza have been saying this would happen since the very start, as soon as the occupation started corralling everyone into the southern part of the strip they said this would happen. We watched it happen as the “safe” zones grew smaller and smaller and every time Rafah was targeted by air strikes even before this. And no one who could actually stop this lifted a finger. It’s been 129 days.

[graysondarling]

All eyes on you. Hoshina Soshiro

Hoshina Soshiro X gn!reader fluff

— "Why did you stay if you're not interested in swords?" He asked, looking at you with a quizzical stare.

This is so boring I'm sorry + Some angst if you squint harddd enough

A/n: HAIAIAI #1 Hoshina Soshiro fan since 2021

Hoshina Soshiro's sword sliced through the air with precision and grace.

You stood at the edge of the training field, watching his every move. His technique was graceful, and his movements were fluid—they were attractive. However, it wasn't the swordplay that kept you there.

"You're here again," Hoshina said, sheathing his sword as he approached. His eyes bore into yours, curious and probing. "Why did you stay if you're not interested in swords?"

His question caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat, and a flush of embarrassment crept up your cheeks. You looked away, trying to muster the courage to respond honestly.

"Because I like watching you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

There was a brief silence, the kind that stretched and folded upon itself, making the moment feel infinitely longer.

You dared a glance at him and found his expression softened, a mix of surprise and something you couldn't quite place.

"I see," he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I didn't know you felt that way."

You bit your lip, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. "It's... it's not something I've been able to say out loud before."

He nodded, stepping closer. "You don't have to feel embarrassed. I enjoy your company here." His tone was gentle, reassuring.

"But I'm not a strong fighter," you blurted out, frustration tinging your voice. "I don't know the first thing about swords or combat. I just... I just wanted to be near you."

Hoshina's smile widened, and he reached out to take your hand. His touch was warm, grounding. "You don't have to be a fighter to be important. Everyone has their own strengths. Besides, having someone who genuinely cares nearby is more valuable than you think."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you squeezed his hand, feeling a mix of relief and happiness. "Thank you, Soshiro."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "You don't have to thank me. Just promise you'll stay safe, okay? I worry about you."

A pang of sadness laced his remarks, and you could see a glimmer of dread in his eyes— fear of losing someone he cared about.

You understood his concern; the world you lived in was dangerous, and bonds could provide both strength and suffering.

"I can't promise that," you said softly, meaning it with every fiber of your being.

His eyes held yours for a moment longer before he gently pulled you into an embrace. The closeness was comforting, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

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tags (open!)

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Luke Castellan. Stolen kisses

Luke Castellan X f!reader

summary: for someone who's widely admired — Luke castellan has never had a first kiss, well you're here to kiss him isn't it?

Warning: just kissing ^^

A/n: watching ATLA & Solo Leveling 🎀🤭

The afternoon light poured through the curtains, casting an inviting glow across the room as (Name) and Luke found themselves seated on the couch, textbooks pushed aside.

"Okay, so," (Name) began, clearing her throat, "kissing is... well, it's kind of like a dance. You have to find the rhythm, the right moves."

Luke, shifted uncomfortably. "I've never really thought about it like that."

(Name) chuckled, her nerves matching Luke's. "No worries. It's just practice, right? Nothing to stress about."

She took a deep breath and continued, "So the first thing is about being gentle, you don't want to go too fast and too slow. It's all about finding that sweet spot."

As (Name) explained, Luke listened attentively, making an effort to understand everything that was said.

She gestured with her hands, imitating the movement of a kiss, occasionally looking at Luke, who was becoming increasingly flustered.

"Okay, now, um, let's try a simple move. You can start by gently cupping my face," (Name) suggested, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

Luke hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering uncertainly near her face — (Name) gently guided his hand.

Luke gulped nervously, trying to hide the subtle fluttering in his chest.

"Now, lean in slowly," (Name) instructed, her voice soft. "Close your eyes and let the moment take over."

Luke complied, bringing their faces closer. The room seemed to hold its breath as the distance between them drew closer.

(Name)'s heart rate increased, and she felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As their lips were about to meet, Luke gathered the courage to close the remaining gap, kissing (Name)'s lips quickly and sweetly.

Startled, (Name) blinked, taking a moment to register what just happened. Luke pulled away, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Like that?"

(Name) sat in stunned silence for a beat before bursting into laughter, the tension dissipating into the air. "You caught me off guard, but I'd say you're a quick learner, Castellan."

Luke's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Well, I didn't want to mess it up, you know?"

(Name) grinned, her eyes sparkling. "You definitely didn't mess it up. Just maybe a little too efficient."

They both laughed, their awkwardness giving way to current comfort. (Name) put a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "Hey, that was a good first try." Kissing is all about understanding your own technique, which you'll accomplish with practice."

Luke nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks for being my... kissing coach?"

As they continued to chat and share laughter, the afternoon sunlight cast a warm glow over the room.

In a moment of understanding, (Name) leaned in, her lips gently brushing against Luke's.

This time, it was an intentional move, a conscious decision to step into uncharted territory: shared emotions.

Luke reciprocated, closing the gap between them, the soft press of their lips creating a moment suspended in time.

The room seemed to disappear as they lost themselves in the innocence of the kiss. It was a tender exchange, a delicate ballet of feelings that went beyond words. The world outside the room vanished as they discovered the art of kissing together.

When they finally pulled away, a warmth lingered, both in the room and within their hearts.

Luke, breaking the quiet, spoke gently, "So, how was that? Better?"

(Name) chuckled, a glint in her eyes. "Definitely an improvement. Maybe you're a fast learner after all."

Luke's expression shifted from nervousness to a more confident smile. "Well, I had a good teacher."

[klineinie]

drabble!! | no warnings | 📼 — uiscefhuaraithe; hozier

thinking about luke’s little things, the everyday mundanities of him;

he ties his laces tighter around his toes than his ankles because he runs fast and doesn’t want his shoes falling off, but he also likes being able to slip them on and off conveniently.

his favorite socks are gifts from you, worn for so long that they've gone thin, grey, and soft around the soles—they’re white, yellow around the toes and heels, and have a badtz-maru pattern at the ankles. the knit underside of them have been inexpertly darned over and over again, blue and black and grey and orange thread crisscrossing over each other like a mismatched tapestry—his very own theseus' paradox. he only wears them on saturdays, his favorite part of the week.

luke loves cheeseburgers, especially the ones that camp serves on tuesdays, even though he gets stuck in the latrines for an hour because his stomach can’t handle dairy. he eats mandarins at breakfast for vitamin c but forgets that acidic foods on an empty stomach also make him need to take a shit.

he knows exactly three mandarin phrases (ni hao, xie xie, bing qi ling), is bad at spanish because chris talks too fast and can’t teach, and only knows that ‘aishiteru’ means ‘i love you’ in japanese because it’s what his mom always repeated when he was a kid.

luke walks with a little tilt to his shoulders, his right side heavier than the left by just a hair's breadth; it's because he holds your hand on that side more often. he can't sleep without caging you in his arms, and you struggle to get out of his bed for the bathroom at the eggshell crack of dawn because he holds on so tight.

he says that he only listens to alt/indie, but if you asked him to name a song off the top of his head, he'd say something like 'olivia rodrigo'. he knows hamilton's 'non-stop' bar for bar, can rap and sing all the lyrics by heart but slightly off-beat. he thinks that the musical itself is a stupidly inaccurate portrayal of hermes' favorite son, and oftentimes wishes that his father would stop posing as lin manuel miranda.

luke has a mottled scar on his right palm, just under the first joint of his thumb, from when he'd burned his hand fighting the dragon ladon; he had picked up his sword, skin still blistering, and cut a claw from the beast. when he cups your face, you tend to turn your head and kiss it softly.

his skin is a canvas with a constellation of freckles and scars, many of which are either raised or concave, and silver-like stretch marks arching like lightning. he tells you that the most vulnerable part of a swordsman's body is his back but doesn't say anything when you trace your hand down the indents and dimples of his spine, fingertips bumping over the thirty three juts of bone.

luke takes off his shirt often because he gets hot easily, but sometimes he does it just to see you avert your eyes in shyness. he likes it when you connect his freckles to his moles to his pockmarked scars with the barest brush of your nail, how the tingle of it jitters through his nervous system when you reach the base of his neck.

he tells you that he loves you in the morning, at noon, after curfew hits, and any time in between—just in case something happens, you can have peace, knowing that he loves you. he kisses you soft and sweet like a longing fulfilled every time you part ways, even if you'll see him again in an hour; you always have something to look forward to.

so yea, luke's little things. how he loves, the foods he likes and the worn-out socks he wears and the way he laces his shoes, the stories folded into the star-spun, white gold stretch of his skin and the way his spinal cord juts out when he lays stomach-down on the bed.

p.s; umm procrastinating on jubi but i’m still thinking abt luke. sorry for being a freak about him it will absolutely happen again...also- the part about 'aishteru' meaning ily is bc google says that charlie's mom is half japanese so i thought it'd be cool to include that as part of luke's character :) + star dividers from a post by @/driaswrld

comments, asks, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

luke tags (open); @melllinaa @amortencjja @niktwazny303 @arsonnaire @mischiefmoons

[graysondarling]

Giggles

[graysondarling]

Luke Castellan. Detention

Not set in riordanverse & highschool au!Luke; MASTERLIST

Luke Castellan X f!reader

Summary: "Well, well, look who's joined the detention club" Luke gets detention — He misplaced his history textbook, and what's better than stealing borrowing it from the library?

Warning: teenagers acting like teenagers, not a lot of dialogues, they have houses like the one in Harry Potter lol (only mentioned once) & Reader house is not mentioned, this is a bit boring

The detention room felt confined, with time moving at a snail's pace. Luke sat there, tracing imaginary patterns on the desk, the minutes ticking away like a never-ending countdown.

Just when he thought he was alone with the hum of Mr. D and the ticking of the clock, the door creaked open, and in walked (Name), a smirk on her lips.

"Well, well, look who's joined the detention club," Luke teased.

(Name) rolled her eyes and took the seat next to him. "Figured I'd keep you company. Detention is always more fun with a partner in crime, right?"

Luke couldn't help but chuckle — "Partner in crime, huh? I like the sound of that."

As the minutes passed, the two of them had whispered conversations, exchanged notes, and made light of the situation.

(Name) couldn't resist making fun of Luke's situation.

"So, what's the grand crime that got you in here, Luke?" she asked with a sly grin.

A few hours ago — LUKE CASTELLAN

Luke's risky textbook stealing borrowing scheme involved a well-thought-out strategy that, avoided the school administration's watchful gaze.

He may or may not have misplaced his textbook accidentally.. hahaha

However, this time, it was a classic case of overconfidence that led to his downfall.

Luke decided to carry out his plan during the school assembly, when most teachers were busy with maintaining the wandering student body under control.

Confident that he could slip in and out like a shadow, he ventured into the classroom, only to find himself face-to-face with the one teacher who had decided to stay behind to organize some papers.

As he reached for the textbook, Mr. Chiron looked up from his work and caught Luke in the act. The moment was frozen, and an uneasy silence filled the room.

Luke's grin faded into a sheepish smile as he tried to come up with a plausible excuse.

Mr. Chiron raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Luke Castellan, what exactly are you doing in here during the assembly?"

Luke scratched the back of his head, attempting to feign innocence. "Oh, you know, just wanted to get a head start on some reading. Education waits for no one, right?"

"Nice try, Mr. Castellan. I don't recall giving you permission to access the library during the assembly. Detention it is."

And that's how Luke's textbook borrowing adventure came to an abrupt halt, leading him to the very detention that (Name) chose to join.

Luke leaned in, a gleam in his eyes. "I may have liberally borrowed some textbooks without asking. The school administration didn't appreciate my innovative approach to study materials."

(Name) burst into laughter, earning them a stern look from Mr. D. "Classic Hermes house move. Couldn't just check out a classroom book like the rest of us, huh?"

"Where's the fun in that?" he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "Besides, I thought it added a touch of rebellion to my academic pursuits."

The two of them continued to jokes, causing the otherwise boring detention surprisingly pleasant.

The more they chatted, the more (Name) realized there was more to Luke than his rebellious exterior.

They even swapped a few sarcastic comments about the school's absurd rules. (No phones allowed, must wear a tie all the time, don't run in the hallways (the usual))

The teacher on duty, Mr. D, sat at his desk, buried in paperwork (surprisingly) unaware.

Luke discreetly crumpled a piece of paper and passed it to (Name) with a glint in his eyes.

They exchanged a knowing look, silently agreeing on their next move. (Name), with a suppressed giggle, aimed the paper at the back of Mr. D's head and let it fly.

The paper landed with a soft thud, catching the teacher's attention. He turned around, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly innocent duo.

"Alright, who did that?" Mr. D demanded, scanning the room.

Luke and (Name) exchanged innocent glances, attempting to suppress their laughter. Mr. Anderson sighed, suspecting he was dealing with a pair of children.

As Mr. D returned to his paperwork, the both of them couldn't resist another attempt at amusement.

This time, Luke folded the paper into an aeroplane. With a quick motion, he launched it at Mr. D, causing it to glide gracefully through the air.

The paper airplane did a loop-de-loop before landing on Mr. D's desk, right in front of him. He looked up, a mix of irritation and bemusement on his face.

"Alright, that's enough. We're in detention, not a paper competition," he scolded, shaking his head.

Luke and (Name) exchanged a glance, barely containing their laughter.

As the final minutes of detention passed, Mr. D kept an eye on them, suspecting that more antics were on the way.

Luke and (Name), however, had already shared enough laughs to make their time in detention enjoyable.

Luke couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as the clock ticked down to the end of their detention.

He glanced at (Name), a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Same time tomorrow, partner?"

(Name) raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming. "Only if you promise not to get caught every time."

Luke chuckled. "Deal."

[graysondarling]

Luke Castellan. A shot of espresso

Not set in riordanverse & FLUFF — MASTERLIST

Luke Castellan X immortal!reader

Summary: he wants to be immortal with her, she wants to relinquish her immortal to be normal with him

Warning: a decade timeskip, literally a bed time story, this one is so boring and long + a lot of dialogues A LOT

"I want to be with you, forever. I can't bear the thought of a life without you."

Your gaze met his, sorrow reflecting in your eyes. "But, Luke, you don't understand. Immortality comes with a price. I've seen civilizations rise and fall, loved and lost countless times. I don't want you to endure the pain that eternity brings."

He grabbed your hands, desperation etched on his face. "I don't care about the pain. I want to be with you, face everything together. I want to be by your side for all of eternity."

A bitter smile played on your lips. "Eternity is a heavy burden, Luke. Mortals live vibrant lives, but immortals watch those lives fade away. I don't want you to sacrifice your fleeting existence for me."

Anger flashed across his features. "My existence means nothing without you. I want more than just a short life. I want a forever with you."

A heavy silence fell, and the weight of an impossible decision hung between you.

Finally, you spoke, your voice strained. "Luke, I love you too much to let you make such a sacrifice. Mortality brings beauty in its brevity."

His eyes filled with frustration and anger. "I don't want a short-lived beauty. I want a timeless love with you. I'll find a way to make it work, to be with you."

Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled away. "You can't comprehend the weight of eternity, Luke. It's not a fairy tale. It's an endless journey, filled with pain and loneliness."

His voice grew desperate, "I don't care. I want to be with you."

"You're not thinking clearly," you whispered, your voice strained. "I've seen the consequences of immortality. It's not a gift — it's a curse."

Luke's frustration boiled over, and he snapped, "I don't care about the curse. I care about you. I can't imagine a life without you by my side."

A tear trickled down your cheek as you admitted, "I want to give up my immortality. I want to live a normal life with you, experience the short joys and pains of mortality."

He shook his head, refusing to accept your choice. "No, we can find another way. There has to be a solution that allows us to be together."

Your voice softened, a mix of love and sadness. "Luke, sometimes love means making the most painful choices. I want to live a mortal life with you, not bound by the weight of eternity."

He slumped, defeated, realizing the depth of your decision. "I love you, but I can't bear the thought of losing you."

You pulled him into an embrace, whispering words of comfort. "I love you too, Luke. Let's savor the time we have together, even if it's not forever."

— love sometimes requires letting go, even if it means relinquishing immortality or embracing mortality.

A decade had passed since you chose to give up your immortality to live a normal life with him.

The small town you both called home now echoed with a child's laughter, a testament to your blossoming love.

The modest house you shared held the warmth of a home filled with memories.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, you sat on the porch, watching your child play in the yard.

Luke joined you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. "Our life might not be eternal, but it's certainly full of love."

You smiled, leaning into his embrace. "I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Your child ran over, a vibrant bundle of energy. "Mom! Dad! Look what I found!"

You both turned your attention to the little one, who proudly displayed a handful of wildflowers.

Luke ruffled their hair, a proud smile on his face. "Those are beautiful, just like you."

As evening settled in, you gathered around the dinner table — a treasure you wouldn't trade for the world.

Later, as you tucked your child into bed, they looked up at you with wide eyes. "Will you tell me a story, mom?"

You chuckled, sitting on the edge of their bed. “Once, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a family unlike any other. Mom, Dad, and their child lived in a warm, loving home.

You see, a long time ago, Mom was an immortal being, someone who had seen centuries unfold like the pages of a story.

But one day, she met Dad, a brave and kind-hearted mortal. Their love was so strong that Mom decided to give up her immortality to share a mortal life with Dad.

From that choice blossomed a life filled with laughter, joy, and love. The house echoed with the patter of little feet, and the yard was always alive with the sound of playful giggles.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Mom, Dad, and the little one would gather on the porch.

The sky would paint itself with colors, and the world would hush into the magic of the evening. Dad would wrap his arm around Mom, and they would share stories of adventures and love.

In the yard, wildflowers grew, each petal holding a piece of the family's happiness.

The little one, a ball of energy and curiosity, would find treasures in the grass, such as the time they proudly returned with a handful of wildflowers as beautiful as the love that surrounded them.

At bedtime, when the stars sparkled like diamonds in the night sky, Mom would sit by the little one's bed. "Once upon a time," she would begin, "there was an immortal who chose to embrace mortality for the love of a mortal. And in that choice, they found a lifetime of joy, love, and the beauty of fleeting moments."

The little one's eyes would grow heavy with the magic of the story, drifting into dreams filled with love, warmth, and the gentle whispers of a life well-lived.

And so, in that little town, under the watchful gaze of a starlit sky, this extraordinary family created their own enchanting bedtime stories—a tale of love that transcended the boundaries of time, and a reminder that the most magical moments are often found in the simplest joys of life.

Goodnight, little one. Sweet dreams in the embrace of a love that lasts a lifetime.”

Your child's eyes drooped with sleep, a contented smile on their face. As you left the room, you found Luke waiting in the hallway, his gaze filled with gratitude.

"We created something beautiful, didn't we?" Luke whispered.

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his. "Our own little eternity within the finite."

[radicalgraff]

"Will you free my Palestine"

Sticker spotted in Brunswick, Victoria

[graysondarling]

i have been in severe luke distress after rereading titans curse. maybe like you could some reassuring luke? bc him and thalia used to have something and now reader and luke are together but not officially and she’s afraid he’s might still like thalia but he doesn’t ?

Luke Castellan. So if you need to be mean (be mean to me)

Luke Castellan X f!reader

Summary: wherein it is impossible to simply forget the past as if it never happened

Warning: none! I'm literally Shakespeare, “I love you”, there's barely any plot because what??, my grammar is veryyy bad

A/n: 😭 Pls I'm running out of ideas and this probably isn't the same as what you request I'm sooo sorry 💔💔

Luke stirred, caught in the vicious grip of a gruesome nightmare, as the night unfolded like a tapestry of sorrow.

Instinctively, you drew him in closer as you tried your hardest to protect him from the sinister figures that prowled in the corners of his disturbed dreams..

"Luke, it's all right. You're safe here," you whispered, your voice a fragile rhythm in the deep silence that enveloped the room.

You felt the tremors going through his body as you held him, they were all evidence of the nightmares that continued to haunt him while he slept.

His eyes revealed a deep-seated agony that defied description in the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight peeking through the curtains. "The memories of what happened with Thalia follow me everywhere. (Name), She haunts me."

Your voice was like a soft stream trying to wash away the scars of the past, and your heart was aching for him as you continued to murmur words of consolation.

"The past is something we cannot change, but despite everything, we have created something lovely together."

He let out a trembling breath and his voice showed the weakness he rarely showed. "Do you ever think I still have feelings for Thalia?"

Cupping his tear-streaked face, you held his gaze, the depth of your love reflected in your eyes. "Luke, our journey has been marked by pain, but it's also been defined by our healing. I love you for who you are now, not who you were."

The room hung heavy with a somber silence, broken only by the echoes of his sorrow. "I love you too," he admitted, the weight of lingering doubts evident in the sincerity of his confession.

The room seemed to get colder and the shadows darker as you clung to each other in the stillness, showing the scars of the past every second that went by.

You two unintentionally turned into warriors against the approaching darkness in that moving moment; your love was a weak but resolute light trying to mend what the world had broken.

The night lingered, and so did your embrace, a bittersweet refuge against the haunting echoes.

[graysondarling]

Luke Castellan. Flowers? What flowers

Luke Castellan X f!reader

summary: candlelit dinner with Luke Castellan

Valentine's prompt is from Valentine's Day Prompt

A/n: I apologize for posting shitty fanfic 😔🙏🏻

Luke revealed a stunning bouquet of vibrant flowers in the delicate shine of a lit candle, “Behold! Unparalleled beautiful flowers, suitable for my lovely lady.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into an amused grin. "Luke, flowers and a candlelit dinner? have i swallowed a romance novel? did you?”

Luke winked, striking a pose. "Why not both? I'm a man of many talents, you know."

He couldn't help but say, "Consider it a token of my undying gratitude for your unmatched skill to endure my behaviour," as she happily accepted the bouquet.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Flowers, Luke? I thought we were more of a prank and sarcasm kind of friendship."

Luke laughed, "Well, I figured a bit of floral finesse wouldn't hurt. Besides, even mischief-makers like me need a touch of romance."

Their conversation flowed naturally all throughout the candlelit dinner, telling an amusing story that only two closest companions was able.

Luke leaned back and smirked in satisfaction after telling an extremely long story concerning an incident involving spaghetti. "Who needs a romance novel when we've got this absurdly entertaining day?"

(Name) chuckled, toying with the flowers. "True, our story might not be a bestseller, but it's definitely a wild ride."

The evening wore on with laughter, shared memories, and more than a few clumsy attempts at being overly romantic.

Luke took a deep breath, "So, uh, Angel, about these flowers... they're not just for show."

(Name) raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "Oh? Is this a new chapter in the Luke Castellan playbook, or did someone switch our scripts?"

He chuckled nervously, "Well, let's just say these flowers are... my way of saying something."

Her curiosity piqued, (Name) leaned in. "Spill it, Luke. I'm not great at deciphering floral messages."

Moving closer, he gave her another bouquet. "Consider these flowers as an introduction for what I'm going to say."

As she accepted the bouquet, he added, "I might be a prankster and a charmer, but there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while."

(Name) looked at him, intrigue mixed with a hint of surprise. "Okay, Luke, hit me with it."

Taking a deep breath, Luke locked eyes with her. "I think... no, scratch that, I know that what we have is more than just friendship. (Name), I... I really like you. More than just friends."

Her eyes widened, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Luke, are you telling me you're about to confess, right here, surrounded by candlelight and flowers?"

He nodded, "yeah I am"

She chuckled, "Well, I appreciate the fact that you swallowed a romance book for all this courage," (name) continues "But, in all seriousness, I like you too, Luke."

Relief washed over him, and Luke grinned. "So, we're on the same page?"

(Name) leaned in, closing the gap between them. "Absolutely."

Warmth of the moment enveloped them as their lips found each other in a sweet and tender kiss.

As they pulled away, Luke couldn't help but smile. "Well, that was definitely not in the usual playbook."

(Name) laughed, "Who needs a playbook when we've got this?" She gestured between them, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow on their intertwined hands.

As they withdrew, their laughter continued to reverberate, but Luke couldn't help but grin. "You know, (Name), if I knew you were a good kisser, I would've confessed earlier."

(Name) raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Oh, is that so? Maybe you should've done your research before the grand confession."

Luke chuckled, and before he could react, (Name) playfully tugged at his necktie. "Research or not, let me show you what you've been missing."

She pulled him in for another kiss. The soft glow of candlelight painted their shared moment.

Luke smirked, "Maybe romance novels were onto something after all."

[graysondarling]

More tweets with PJO characters 🎀

Warning: implied Luke X Reader 🙏🏻😔, percabeth, butt, Nico telling Percy to stfu, Ruegard

A/n: 😰😰😰 mb this is so bad

Tagged list: @volko666 @perseus-jackass (still open!)

[graysondarling]

PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST

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♡ stolen kisses (27.2.24)

summary: for someone who's widely admired — Luke castellan has never had a first kiss, well you're here to kiss him isn't it?

♡ a shot of espresso

Summary: he wants to be immortal with her, she wants to relinquish her immortal to be normal with him

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summary: your hobby is playing guitar, and Luke Castellan accidentally stumbles upon you playing it

˖⁠♡ secret notes

Summary: "I've always admired you" He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's known as a traitor.

˖⁠♡ me and the devil blues

Summary: light banter turns into kissing

˖⁠♡ bath

Summary: taking a break from everything = a bath with Luke

˖⁠♡ sweater

Summary: — Luke lending his sweater to you + finding his secret “playlist”

˖⁠♡ Flowers? what flowers?

summary: candlelit dinner with Luke Castellan

˖⁠♡ So if you need to be mean (be mean to me)

Summary: wherein it is impossible to simply forget the past as if it never happened

CLARISSE LA RUE

˖⁠♡ Flower field

Summary: going to a field of flowers to take photos but end up laying in the field with Clarisse<33

SMAU

tweets with pjo characters

tweets with pjo characters (2)

tweets with pjo characters (3)

tweets with pjo characters (4)

Luke Castellan (smau)

tweets with pjo characters (5)

STOLL BROTHERS

Soon!

PERCY JACKSON

Soon!

GROVER UNDERWOOD

Soon!

ANNABETH CHASE

Soon!

➸ request are open & I write 4 other characters too

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Luke Castellan. Sweater

Mortal au (ig 😰)

Luke Castellan X f!reader

Summary: — Luke lending his sweater to you + finding his secret “playlist”

Warning: SHORTTT, reader going thru Luke's ipod, he confess first 🤭🤭 imagine confessing to someone online

Recent fic; Luke X f!reader

A/n: I'm still working on some of the requests 😭😭 sorry if this one is boring :(( I KNOW FRIENDS BY C.A MEANS LONGING FOR PAST RELATIONSHIPS BUT PLS. 😔😔

Luke, with a grin, offered (name) his sweater. "You know, you look like you could use some extra warmth," he teased, handing it over.

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully, but her laughter concealed her gratitude as she wrapped the warm fabric around herself, feeling the thoughtful gesture itself provide warmth.

Later that evening, as (name) curled up in her room, she noticed Luke's sweater was still slung over her shoulders.

With a blush, she found his iPod tucked into the pocket, like a treasure waiting to be explored.

Her curiosity led her to a playlist bearing her name, and as the first notes played, a smile danced on her lips.

The song that filled the room seemed carefully chosen.

The effort that went into each song made her blush, and it was exciting knowing that Luke had made this playlist specifically for her.

Unable to contain her excitement, (name) sent him a text, "Guess what I found in your sweater pocket? A secret playlist with my name on it! Are you trying to be the sweetest person ever or what?"

Luke's response was quick, "Maybe I am. 😉 Got a favorite song so far?"

As Luke's text popped up, (name) couldn't help but respond, "Yesss! I personally love ' Everybody Talks 🤭🤭."

Luke's reply came swiftly, "Great choice! That one's special."

Luke's smiling face appeared on (name)'s screen, his eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"Hey there! Glad you liked the song," he said with a grin, his voice carrying the warmth that matched the sweater he had shared with her.

Curiosity lighting up her eyes, (name) responded, "The whole playlist is amazing."

Luke took a breath, staring straight ahead as he gathered up the guts to say what had been on his mind all day.

"Well, (name), those songs are how I express my feelings to you." He confessed, "I've been dying to tell you for a while now," with a vulnerability in his voice.

A brief silence filled the space between them, the weight of Luke's words hanging in the air.

At last, she grinned, her lips displaying a mixture of delight and surprise.

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Luke Castellan. Bath

Luke Castellan X f!reader FLUFF

Summary: taking a break from everything = a bath with Luke

Warning: casual intimacy, DIALOGUES AND A LOT OF DIALOGUES

A/n: having sm fun playing claw machine tdy I almost forgot to post something

Luke gently runs his fingers through your hair as warm water envelops both of you. "You know, this is my favorite way to spend time with you," he says with a soft smile.

You chuckle, "Never thought a bath could be this relaxing."

He presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "It's not just the bath, it's the company."

You lean back into him, sighing. "Your company makes everything better."

Luke smirks playfully. "Well, I aim to please. How about a shoulder massage to complete the relaxation?"

"Sounds perfect," you reply, closing your eyes and enjoying the blissful moment.

As Luke continues to massage your shoulders, the sound of gently splashing water surrounds you. His presence and the warmth of the bath create a calming atmosphere, and his touch is soothing.

"You carry so much tension," Luke remarks, his fingers skillfully working out the knots in your muscles.

"I guess life has been a bit stressful lately," you admit, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders, metaphorically and physically.

He leans down, pressing a series of soft kisses along your neck. "Well, consider this a break from all of that. Just you, me, and the calming embrace of warm water."

You turn to face him, meeting his eyes with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Luke. This is exactly what I needed."

He grins, his warm brown eyes reflecting genuine affection. "Anything for you, my love."

As you relax back into his arms, you feel the caress of his fingers drawing patterns on your skin. "You know," he begins, his voice low and intimate, "you fit so perfectly into my mess of world."

You chuckle softly. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could make my world feel so calm and complete."

Luke places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, here's to unexpected blessings and finding comfort in each other."

Luke playfully splashes some water, creating a small ripple in the tub. "Hey, watch out for the tidal wave!"

You giggle, swatting playfully at the water. "Careful, Poseidon Jr. I'm not ready to be swept away just yet."

He grins, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "I make no promises. I am the son of the sea, after all."

Luke reaches for a bottle of bath bubbles. "How about a foam beard?" he suggests, starting to create a fluffy bubble on his face.

You burst into laughter. "A true demigod fashion statement."

He winks, his foam beard turning into a grin. "I think it suits me. What do you think?"

You play along, mimicking his foam beard. "I don't know, it's a tough competition between you and Neptune."

Luke bursts into laughter, and soon, the both of you exchanging giggles and splashes.

You chuckle, feeling a lightness in your heart. "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?"

He nods, his expression softening. "The best surprises often involve you."

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More tweets with PJO characters 🙏🏻💯🗣️

Warning: implied Luke X Reader, the word slut 🤔🤔, Solangelo, This is just Luke tbh 🙏🏻🙏🏻

A/n: force feeding myself with Luke content , if you want to be tagged in my SMAU content just comment <33

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Luke Castellan. Me and the Devil Blues

Luke Castellan X f!reader (no specific godly parent)

Summary: light banter turns into kissing

Warning: none! 🤭🤭

A/n: I hate this but I also love this but i

In the dimly lit room, tension hung heavy between (name) and Luke. She glared at him, mix of frustration and annoyance evident in her eyes.

Luke, "Look, (name), I didn't mean to upset you."

She crossed her arms, a frown deepening on her face. "Save it, Luke. Your antics are getting old."

Just as their argument appeared to be escalating, (name) surprised them both. She closed the distance without warning, kissing Luke's lips softly and unexpectedly.

Luke, wide-eyed, could only manage a bewildered, "What was that for?"

"Sometimes actions speak louder than words, Luke." She teased.

As they pulled away, (name) couldn't help but tease, "You know, you're lucky I express myself through kisses instead of punches."

Luke, chuckled nervously. "I think I prefer the kisses."

The mood changed, and they were seated in a quieter, more comfortable atmosphere.

With a lighthearted smile, (name) finally broke the news, saying, "But don't think this means you're off the hook for whatever you did."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Would it help if I promised more kisses as an apology?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a small smile. "Nice try, Sweetness. Actions might speak louder, but you'll still need words to explain yourself."

He sighed dramatically, "Fine, fine. But you have to admit, that was a pretty good apology kiss."

Even the most heated moments could lead to something sweet.

Coincidentally, the door creaked open to reveal a startled Percy who had wandered in by accident.

Caught in the act, (name) and Luke withdrew quickly, surprise and embarrassment colouring their faces.

Blinking, Percy tried to take in what he was seeing.

"Uh, am I interrupting something?" he asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Luke stammered, "Percy, it's not what it looks like!"

(name), flustered, added, "Yeah, it's just a misunderstanding."

Percy chuckled, crossing his arms. "Sure, sure. I'll pretend I didn't see anything. Carry on with your, uh, conversation."

There was awkward laughter in the room as he made his playful exit.

After the door shut, (name) turned to face Luke and shook her head. "We really need to find a more private place for our 'conversations.'"

Luke grinned, "Maybe a room with a lock next time?"

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heyy, I was the one that asked if you're taking requests and I'm so happy you are!!

Could I request Luke x reader, where reader stats sending him some anonymous notes (just small things to avoid being obvious) and ends up getting kinda sad when Luke is considering almost every girl in the camp except her, and the ending can be whatever you like

Hope you're comfortable with this! 🥺

Also, if you're up to make tags with anon identification can I be 🫀anon? (It's so I can find the answers to my asks faster, but it's okay if you don't want to 😊

Hope you have a nice day 👋

Luke Castellan. Secret notes

𐙚⋆.˚ Luke Castellan X f!reader (no mention of Godly parent)

Summary: "I've always admired you" He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's known as a traitor.

𐙚⋆.˚ light angst, THEY USED TO BE FRIENDS but then idk shit happened man, Luke actually like reader BUT he thought reader didn't like him so he spend time with different girls everyday to ignore his feelings lol, this shit take a whole different turn LMAOAOA

A/n: THIS ONE IS SO BAD - this writing shit block hit hard 😭😭 I barely have any ideas , I'm sorry if this one is BAD 🫀 anon 😔

“For what it's worth

I did love you

And I could have said it a thousand and one times

But I wanted nothing more than for you to hear

To understand and to represent all that it meant

And I would say it again

To make it a thousand and two I do still love you

And it sure still does sound sweet

For what it's worth

I understand you

Maybe as far as you want me to

Maybe even more, but I do

And the consequences of understanding you

I didn't know would be love

Love unabashed and irreplaceable

Love that can't be replicated

A flame that didn't need to be fanned

Because how can you understand the beauty of a rose

And leave it in the garden...”

Maybe knowing it has thorns?”

Eighteen-year-old (name) has her future all planned out - spending the time at Camp Half Blood and move out of the place; attend college near the city; spend the summer in Spain.

The second I close my eyes, the memories play, and I find myself back at the beginning.

He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's not. It was sweet how he would respond to girls smiling at him. He was kind, the type of man you would want in a relationship.

He's literally the personification of a fairytale man, the way he walks the way he talks.

He's flawless.

i. The first time I secretly gave you a note

I got some paper and wrote down my feelings for him. This is the first love letter I've ever written, and the first I've sent to Luke.

When I was finished, I went in without anyone noticing, folded the paper, inserted it through the slit, and pushed it inside.

You sigh with relief. It was dumb; seriously, a love letter? He's the most gorgeous and strongest swordsman in the camp, and the only way you can confess is through an anonymous love letter??

It was sparring time, and you really enjoyed it because you could admire Luke Castellan.

What you didn't expect to see was an Aphrodite girl batting her eyelashes so hard while staring at him. She's going to fly with that eyelash of hers, you thought to yourself.

But she has courage, and you admire her for it.

Lover girl: 0

Ms steal your man (#1) : 1

Luke Castellan was still awake that night, looking at the moon, as is his usual routine, which no one knows about.

Reading the notes he found inside his locker,

"Dear Luke, I've always admired you since the first time I saw you. - ♡"

It was short, but not meaningless, because it was the first time someone gave him something to remember.

Lover girl: +1

Ms steal your man (#1): +0

ii. 14th February - I hate you

It would've been nice if your crush noticed you. You would be lying if you said you didn't hate valentine the most.

Inside her cabin, (Name) couldn't shake the sting of loneliness on Valentine's Day.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined Luke enjoying the company with other cabin girls. "Why does he always choose them over me?" she questioned, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit hallways, Luke laughed with the others, blissfully unaware of (Name)'s pain.

"Luke, why not spend some time with (Name)?" Annabeth suggested, sensing her sadness. Luke brushed it off with a casual remark, "She's fine on her own."

Back in her cabin, (Name) clenched her fists, whispering to herself, "I'm always on my own." She tried to distract herself, but every attempt failed. The distant echoes of laughter outside only intensified her solitude.

As the night deepened, (Name) heard footsteps approaching her cabin. Hope flickered, but it dimmed as she realized it wasn't Luke. A gentle knock echoed, "You okay, (Name)?"

Tears streaming down her face, she replied, "I just wanted to spend Valentine's Day with someone who actually cares."

iii. I should hate you

"You should've seen (Name)'s face," one girl giggled, recounting a previous encounter. "She's such a mess."

Deep in her heartache, (Name) wished Luke would notice her suffering. "Am I not enough?" she wondered, dealing with the harsh reality of his neglect.

The cabin's walls appeared to close in as the weight of unspoken words pressed down.

Luke's laughter echoed through the night, a stark contrast to (Name)'s silent sobs.

She craved his presence, his understanding, but he remained blissfully ignorant. "I thought I meant something to him," she murmured, wiping away tears.

iv. Thank you, Annabeth

The evening sun cast a warm glow over the tranquil lake as (Name) joined Annabeth, Percy, and Grover.

Laughter and chatter filled the air as they settled by the water's edge. Annabeth, with her piercing eyes, couldn't help but notice (Name) seemed distant.

"Hey, (Name), you've been quiet. Everything okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. (Name) sighed, her gaze fixed on the water. "Yeah, just thinking about stuff, you know?"

Percy, ever the perceptive one, chimed in, "You can talk to us. We're like family."

Grover nodded in agreement, "Totally, (Name), we're here for you."

As they enjoyed the lakeside atmosphere, Annabeth couldn't ignore (Name)'s glances toward where Luke was chatting with another girl.

She approached (Name). "Look, (Name), it's been going on for a while now. You can't keep avoiding this. You should tell Luke how you feel instead of sulking every time he talks to someone else."

(Name) tensed, her expression guarded. "It's not that simple, Annabeth. Luke and I are practically strangers."

Annabeth crossed her arms, her voice gentle yet firm. "You're like an older sister to us, and we hate seeing you upset. If you don't tell him, you'll always wonder 'what if.' Trust me, it's better to know than to wonder."

The words lingered between them, and (Name) mulled them over as they decided to take a dip in the lake. The water was cool, and the moon reflected on its surface as they swam.

Percy splashed water at Grover, starting a playful water fight. (Name) couldn't help but smile at their antics, but her thoughts still lingered on Annabeth's advice.

As they swam back to the shore, Percy asked, "Come on, (Name), join the fun! Don't let your worries ruin the evening."

(Name) hesitated for a moment before giving in, and soon laughter echoed around the lake as they played and enjoyed each other's company.

v. Realization

Luke's curiosity got the better of him when he noticed (Name) sneaking into Hermes Cabin.

As he approached her, he had a furrowed brow and a puzzled expression on his face, and the pile of small love notes in her hands revealed the secret he had unknowingly discovered.

"(Name), what are you doing here? And what's with all these notes?" Luke said.

Her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "Luke, I... um, well, these notes are for you. I've been leaving them hoping you will read them"

Luke's eyes widened in realization, understanding crossing his features.

Luke said teasingly. "You're the one behind these notes? Why keep it a secret?"

Glancing everywhere but at him, you replied "you hangout with different girls everyday what makes you think I have the courage to confess?"

Luke's expression softened as he processed (Name)'s confession. The air between them thickened.

"You don't have to hide, (Name). Your notes brought joy to my days. Knowing it's you only makes them more special."

vi. The prophecy

“Luke—”

“Good-bye, Percy. There is a new Golden Age coming and you won’t be part of it.”

He slashed his sword in an arc and disappeared in a ripple of darkness.

The scorpion lunged.

I swatted it away with my hand and uncapped my sword. The thing jumped at me and I cut it in half in midair.

I was about to congratulate myself until I looked down at my hand. My palm had a huge red welt, oozing and smoking with yellow guck. The thing had gotten me after all.

My ears pounded. My vision went foggy. The water, I thought. It healed me before.

I stumbled to the creek and submerged my hand, but nothing seemed to happen. The poison was too strong. My vision was getting dark. I could barely stand up.

Sixty seconds, Luke had told me.

I had to get back to camp. If I collapsed out here, my body would be dinner for a monster. Nobody would ever know what had happened.

My legs felt like lead. My forehead was burning. I stumbled toward the camp, and the nymphs stirred from their trees.

“Help,” I croaked. “Please . . .”

Two of them took my arms, pulling me along. I remember making it to the clearing, a counselor shouting for help, a centaur blowing a conch horn.

Then everything went black.

Oh gods, "Annabeth-" (name) voice breaks the silence.

"I know (name) I know" She replied.

...

“You idiot,” Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious. “You were green and turning gray when me and (name) found you. If it weren’t for Chiron’s healing . . .”

The room was quiet when Percy told them the story.

It was quiet for a long time.

“I can’t believe that Luke...” Annabeth’s voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. “Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest.”

“(name) can you believe what he just did?!” Annabeth said.

"I don't.. but seeing Percy like this oh my gods... I'm so sorry Perce"

Maybe I was dumb for not noticing you were plotting to betray us.

See you on the other side, Luke Castellan.

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Luke Castellan. Imy (smau)

🌷✧ light angst, Implied Luke X Reader, take place after Luke betrayal

Imagine him regretting his decision on helping Kronos, like yes overthrowing the gods because they couldn't care less about their child is what Luke is after but you? He can't just leave you behind just like that could he?

An AU where campers is allowed to have a phone at CHB and Luke used that as an advantage to communicate with Reader even though he knows it's going to break his and reader's heart?? LIKE YES PLS.