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[slut4castellan]

can y’all stop putting my fics onto c.ai ur weird

[cockroachgirll]

yeah yeah spiderman movie or whatever...

girl I was watching Frank the ENTIRE time

[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

i need him 2 be mean 2 me and then coo at me when i cry

[murdrdocs]

MDNI 18+

thank gods you're not an active participant in whatever conversation the rest of the table is having. you're sure everyone thinks you're far too sleepy to engage in conversation with and you'll take it. because your respectful exclusion allows you to zone out—or, rather, zone in on luke.

he's sitting directly across from you, dressed down in ways you haven't seen since before you left camp in a crisp white shirt that you think has shrunk in the laundry at least twice (not that you're complaining one bit).

luke scoffs at something one of the others said and you look up just in time to see his features flex. his eyes roll, jaw tenses, his scar scrunches, his dark eyebrows push together. unfortunately, luke is even more attractive when he's annoyed.

luke corrects them, you don't care to listen to his words and gather the context of the situation. your eyes go back to luke's hands.

his thumb presses into the skin of the orange and instantly, the fruit squirts onto his hand. the droplets drizzle down his wrist, sliding down his arms, catching on the veins beneath his tanned skin. he continues to puncture and peel the fruit, mouthing off all the while. you continue nibbling on the end of your fork, shamelessly watching luke engage in an act that he doesn't even know is as sexual as it is.

he finishes peeling the fruit, and you think the show is over. until he pops a piece of it into his mouth, biting down the center. juice spills over his plump lips, dribbling down his chin. luke wipes at it with his thumb then sticks the flesh into his mouth.

it's so simple and so normal, but you're clenching your thighs together like a horny victorian woman who has never known pleasure. but maybe that's it—you have known pleasure. specifically, pleasure from luke.

it's all too familiar.

the way luke leisurely peels and eats at his orange reminds you all too well of a night not long ago when luke waltzed into your shared suite, knelt between your legs, and proclaimed that that night would be the night that you two finally figured out how to make you squirt.

he rolled up his sleeve and pressed two fingers into your cunt, hovering over your mouth all the while, using the close proximity to check up on you and encourage you through hushed words.

and when you did eventually squirt (luke is nothing if he doesn't stick to his word), luke held up his fingers to the lamplight and watched with amazement as your fluids dripped down his arm.

now, sitting across from you at breakfast, luke calls your name.

"what do you think?"

you don't even pretend. "i haven't been listening."

luke doesn't chastise you. he turns back to the others and prompt them to explain to you what you've missed. he chews on his orange all the while, and when you glance back at him you see a familiar look in his eyes.

his eyebrows lift in a quick jerk, the corner of his lips pulling up.

of course he knows what you're thinking.

he wouldn't be luke castellan if he didn't.

[murdrdocs]

MDNI 18+

thank gods you're not an active participant in whatever conversation the rest of the table is having. you're sure everyone thinks you're far too sleepy to engage in conversation with and you'll take it. because your respectful exclusion allows you to zone out—or, rather, zone in on luke.

he's sitting directly across from you, dressed down in ways you haven't seen since before you left camp in a crisp white shirt that you think has shrunk in the laundry at least twice (not that you're complaining one bit).

luke scoffs at something one of the others said and you look up just in time to see his features flex. his eyes roll, jaw tenses, his scar scrunches, his dark eyebrows push together. unfortunately, luke is even more attractive when he's annoyed.

luke corrects them, you don't care to listen to his words and gather the context of the situation. your eyes go back to luke's hands.

his thumb presses into the skin of the orange and instantly, the fruit squirts onto his hand. the droplets drizzle down his wrist, sliding down his arms, catching on the veins beneath his tanned skin. he continues to puncture and peel the fruit, mouthing off all the while. you continue nibbling on the end of your fork, shamelessly watching luke engage in an act that he doesn't even know is as sexual as it is.

he finishes peeling the fruit, and you think the show is over. until he pops a piece of it into his mouth, biting down the center. juice spills over his plump lips, dribbling down his chin. luke wipes at it with his thumb then sticks the flesh into his mouth.

it's so simple and so normal, but you're clenching your thighs together like a horny victorian woman who has never known pleasure. but maybe that's it—you have known pleasure. specifically, pleasure from luke.

it's all too familiar.

the way luke leisurely peels and eats at his orange reminds you all too well of a night not long ago when luke waltzed into your shared suite, knelt between your legs, and proclaimed that that night would be the night that you two finally figured out how to make you squirt.

he rolled up his sleeve and pressed two fingers into your cunt, hovering over your mouth all the while, using the close proximity to check up on you and encourage you through hushed words.

and when you did eventually squirt (luke is nothing if he doesn't stick to his word), luke held up his fingers to the lamplight and watched with amazement as your fluids dripped down his arm.

now, sitting across from you at breakfast, luke calls your name.

"what do you think?"

you don't even pretend. "i haven't been listening."

luke doesn't chastise you. he turns back to the others and prompt them to explain to you what you've missed. he chews on his orange all the while, and when you glance back at him you see a familiar look in his eyes.

his eyebrows lift in a quick jerk, the corner of his lips pulling up.

of course he knows what you're thinking.

he wouldn't be luke castellan if he didn't.

[lukessweetgirl]

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pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader synopsis: you, luke, and your dead best friend thalia. your arrival to camp half-blood and everything that follows. included in this fic: luke being a sad and jealous teenage boy. grief. mentions of thalia's death. pre-lightning theif. canon divergent kinda?? . luke and reader being oblivious word count: 2.1k notes: so im starting a series!!! based off this req and this req (ik i missed some aspects but theyll be added in later parts) title from the olivia rodrigo song. this is kind of a filler to set the scene, future parts will be more entertaining i promise :)

When you and Luke first came to camp half-blood, you stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was like the entire camp was staring at you. Which, realistically, they most likely were. When two teenagers and a little child come to camp traumatized after their best friend—who happened to be a child of the big three—turned into a tree, who wouldn't stare?

You still hadn't fully wrapped your head around the fact Thalia was gone. She was your best friend. It was difficult for you to make female friendships, considering you practically grew up with a boy alone after you ran away from your crazy mothers. So when you accidentally ended up in police's custody and sent to school in Jersey city until "further notice"—which meant finding whatever foster home was willing to take a ten-year-old and shoving you in there—you immediately tried to make friends. However, you were quick to find most of the girls were not nice.

As a daughter of Ares, you were naturally more short-tempered and angry, despite your desperate attempts not to be. The fact that you had never known peace in your life, constantly fighting or running away from monsters, didn't help. So after getting into about five fights on the first day because your grungy clothes kept getting stared at, the girls at Greenville Junior High concluded they didn't like you.

Except for one.

Thalia had known you were special the moment you walked into her math class during fourth period.

She sat in the back next to an empty seat, since the girls had also decided they didn't like her at the beginning of the year, and she despised all the boys. She had gone through a similar situation with the police, since she had also been a ten-year-old walking around with no guardian.

Her smile at you when you walked into class late will forever be etched into your memory.

You sat next to her, and you two didn't even have to greet each other. You just immediately clicked and started talking to each other. Almost as if you had known each other your whole lives.

When you two found out you were both demigods, it just made you closer.

So of course, you invited her to run away with you and Luke.

At first, he was wary of her. So was she.

"So. You're the boyfriend?" she had said.

A pink color flushed his cheeks. "No! I am not her boyfriend!"

You simply giggled.

Later, Thalia made a plan to initiate Luke into the group.

"To the tree and back. If you beat me, you can hang out with us."

Luke looked dumbfounded. "What? I was literally friends with her before you! I should be the one challenging you!"

Thalia snorted, before bolting to the tree.

He immediately ran after her. "Hey! What? You got a head start! That's not fair!"

Somehow, Luke won the race. They decided to call a truce, deciding that three demigods on the run would be better than one or two. And eventually, with a little bit of your help, they became best friends as well.

At one point, you and Thalia even got the amazing idea to squeeze loads of sun-in that you found in a nearby dumpster on the ends of your hair and lay out in the sun until they lightened. Then, you bought kool-aid packets from a gas station and used them to "dye" your hair. Somehow, the color lasted, and she had blue ends while you had red.

But she was gone now.

On the first night, you slept with Luke and Annabeth in a random empty cabin until "further notice"—which no longer meant a foster family. It meant your real "family." Your demigod parent's cabin. You were numb the entire time. Annabeth cried herself to sleep, begging you to say a word. But you couldn't—because your best friend, the blue to your red, one of the only people who truly understood you—was gone.

Eventually, the dam broke, and you sobbed in Luke's arms until you fell asleep.

You partially blamed yourself. She knew you would do something stupidly brave, so she asked Luke to hold you back while she sacrificed herself.

What a pathetic waste for a daughter of Ares. You couldn't even fight your way out of a boy's arms to save your best friend.

So when everyone stared at you after her death, it just hurt more. Because you knew if she had made it, she would have fought them the same way you had fought those five girls at Greenville.

Eventually, the numbness and sadness morphed into anger. Which made you quickly get accepted into the Ares cabin. Your initiation was to fight the head counselor. Of course, you won.

When everyone chanted your name, you should have felt happy. Victory always made you happy. But it felt foreign to feel any ounce of happiness or belonging—it was overwhelmed by the ache in your heart.

Luke, however, had a different story. The moment he walked into the overcrowded Hermes cabin, it went silent. He got a stare from every camper in the cabin. Some dirty. Some pity. Some simply just curious.

Until the literal sunshine approached him.

And by sunshine he meant a blonde boy with the widest smile in the entire world.

"Hey, newbie. What's your name?"

Luke was skeptical. Nobody was usually nice to him. Not without a price. But he felt drawn to the boy, and something about him made Luke feel like the blonde boy with the widest smile could be trusted.

"Uh, I'm Luke," he forced out.

"Cool," said the boy. "I'm Aiden. Aiden Mankov."

Aiden Mankov seemed to be popular, because the moment Luke shook hands with him, the entire cabin went back to whatever they were doing.

Luke spent the rest of the day chatting with Aiden, eventually becoming good friends with him. He learned a lot about him. Like how Aiden had been at camp since he could remember, abandoned by whoever his mortal parent was. When he got claimed, a miracle happened. He got "claimed" by two gods—Apollo and Aphrodite.

Since it was impossible for both of them to be his parent, Aiden ended up being the reason for the silent rivalry between both the gods and their cabins. So Aiden had just stayed in the Hermes cabin. Though it was clear he favored Apollo.

He was both the camp's best archer and healer—as well as being great at singing and art, which he often used to calm down younger kids at camp.

Luke and Aiden were complete opposites, but maybe that's why they became such great friends. Aiden was always the first to cheer him up after he'd thought about Thalia or his mom. He was always the first to introduce him to new people. He was the one who got Luke out of his shell.

About a week after their first meeting, Luke decided to introduce Aiden to you.

Luke found you violently punching a dummy in the training arena. He wasn't surprised when he called your name out and you didn't respond.

On the fifth try, he finally got you to turn your head.

"This is Aiden," he said.

You looked him up and down, then turned to Luke. "You made a friend?"

"I'd say I was the one who started the friendship, but y'know. Who cares?" the boy replied with a grin.

You snorted. That was the closest thing to a laugh you had since Thalia's death.

Now, normally your laugh was Luke's favorite sound—but seeing another boy make you laugh twisted something in his chest.

He didn't understand the feeling at the time, but about a year after your arrival to camp was when you got your first boyfriend.

Fifteen-year-old Luke was devastated.

He had a super secret diary he carried with him everywhere. He spent the entire night writing in it.

It wasn't a serious relationship. You and the boy broke up after a week, but to Luke it felt like a lifetime. Then he realized it. It hit him smack in the face the night after the breakup—every time you talked to a boy that wasn't him, he felt jealous.

At first, he tried to convince himself it was just him being protective over you. I mean, he had known you since he was six. Of course he would care about you. Then he realized he kept comparing himself to all the boys you talked to. He would pick apart all his own flaws and use them as reasons to why you didn't like him back.

Why you didn't like him back.

Oh.

He liked you.

In a way, he had always known—but now that he admitted it to himself, he realized he was in trouble. Big trouble.

He decided to bury the feeling deep in his chest, because he was convinced you would never like someone like him. He thought you saw him as a just a friend. Plus, seeing you smile over something some boy said to you was better than not seeing you smile at all.

The times he felt most insecure was when you were with Aiden. Despite Aiden being his best friend, he always envied the way he was so gentle and kind. Not that Luke wasn't kind, but he grew up fighting monsters for gods' sake. Of course he wasn't as gentle as someone who was at camp his whole life.

Eventually, Chris Rodriguez came to camp and became good friends with Luke and Aiden. You got closer to your sister Clarisse La Rue, and the five of you formed a friend group that eventually turned into your own little family. However, even then, Luke was unable to get over his feelings for you.

He tried his hardest to move on. To accept you would never see him as more than the boy you grew up with. A best friend. A brother, even.

You can't say you haven't once thought about dating Luke. You also can't say you don't find him attractive. But the thought of letting yourself have a crush on Luke terrifies you. He was smart, funny, caring, strong, handsome— and definitely not in love with you. You always pictured Luke with someone who was gentle, sweet even. They would have to cancel him out. You and Luke didn't cancel each other out—you worked together. You fought monsters back-to-back. You sparred each other to train. So you promised yourself to never, ever fall for him.

Luke, on the other hand, sometimes lets himself fantasize. Like when you lean your head on his shoulder during a bonfire, he puts his arm around you and plays with the ends of your hair. When you sneak out during lunch to have a picnic, he pretends he's spoiling you and treating you to a nice date. When you sneak into his cabin after he has a nightmare and sleep with him, he pretends it's forever.

He can't fathom how someone so pretty can confuse him so much. It's like one day you're holding his hand as you drag him to your cabin to hang out, and the other you're teasing him about him being "gross and un-likeable." There's times where he wished you'd just break his heart, that way he wouldn't have to guess so much. Why couldn't you just make up your mind?

Chris, Clarisse, and sometimes even Annabeth tease him non-stop about his obvious crush on you, but he always denies. He refuses to come clean to anyone. The only person who fully knew was Thalia, so every time he thinks of talking to someone about it, he gets a painful reminder she's gone.

So he simply sucks it up and accepts that the possibility of you ever being his is very low. Even if you were one day, he's convinced you'll call it off after a week once you realize he isn't good enough for you.

"Luke!"

He's snapped out of his thoughts, nearly falling out of the porch chair he's sitting at. He looks up from the ground at you, aged by a year and a half of camp. The red ends of your hair are gone. You had cut them a month after you arrival because you couldn't handle the reminder of Thalia. You're slightly taller and healthier, but to him, you're still the same girl he's always loved.

"Yeah, red?" He replies, the nickname slipping out after years of him saying it.

You raise an eyebrow, scoffing slightly. "The conch bell rang, like, fifteen minutes ago. What are you doing here admiring the ground as if it's giving you the answers to life?"

He tries not to laugh. "My bad. Uh…you go ahead. I'll be there soon."

"M'kay," you turn around, beginning to walk to the dining pavilion. "But if Chris steals your bacon again, you can't blame me!"

"I won't!" He shouts after you, then goes back to his self-torturing thoughts.

If only you knew.

tags: @kistuff @angxl-escent @goobfeels @amourxmp4 @imgonnashartmyself @whosurboyfriendnow

[lukes-blade]

lemme pull on that hair

[lukes-blade]

luke castellan stubble in s3… writers get on that NOW

[h4rtwell]

undivided attention % luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader synopsis: with your boyfriend being way too occupied with camp duties, you decide to call a friend for help. now something's in the air. genre: fluff !!! tad bit suggestive word count: 1.6k words warnings: f bombs, a bunch of kissing a/n: based on this req!!

glass bottles clicked as will rummaged through the infirmary shelves. he was barely paying attention to your dramatic sprawl across one of the recovery cots—or the rant you’d been delivering for the last twenty minutes.

“i just don’t understand him,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face to block out the harsh apollo-cabin sunlight. “it’s not like chiron would smite him for saying no once. honestly, i think chiron would be relieved if luke actually admitted he needed a break.”

a muffled, “mhm,” came from will, his head buried between rows of nectar and gauze.

you sat up with a frustrated huff. “we haven’t spent actual time together in a week. and i’m not trying to be the clingy girlfriend, but for fuckssake—” you glared at the ceiling. “i miss him.”

“found it.”

he turned, wearing a grin that looked a little too mischievous, holding up a tiny glass vial. the liquid inside shimmered with an iridescent, pearly swirl.

you narrowed your eyes. “what is that? it looks like liquid headache.”

“your solution.”

“will,” you deadpanned, “this is genuinely the worst possible time to start drinking.”

“what—no!” he laughed, grabbing your wrist and tugging you off the cot. “we are not drinking it! you want your man’s attention?” he shook the bottle once. “here’s your answer.”

you eyed the vial. “babe, that looks like something circe would hand me right before turning me into a guinea pig.”

will roll his eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. “well, if you wanted divine intervention, you should’ve prayed to aphrodite. i’m just being a supportive friend. it’s an olfactory stimulant.”

“fine,” you sighed dramatically, pushing yourself off the bed and snatching the bottle from his hand. “so what, do i pour it all—”

“only a little bit—” his sentence cut off into a horrified gasp as you tipped the bottle back carelessly, spilling nearly the entire thing down your neck.

you blinked at him, holding the now-empty bottle in your hand. will stare at you like he had just witnessed a fatal accident.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you asked slowly.

“fuck,” he breathed.

“will.”

“okay. maybe that was slightly more than the recommended amount.”

you freak out, “am i going to die?”

“no,” he said immediately.

a breath of relief escaped your lips, but it was cut short as he added, “but i do wish you luck.”

he took the bottle from your hand carefully, lips pressed together like he was physically restraining himself from laughing. “maybe this’ll be good for you two.”

“good for us how?”

instead of answering, he patted your shoulder and started steering you toward the cabin door.

“go get him, tiger.”

“wait—” you twisted around as he shoved you outside. “you still haven’t told me what the hell that was!”

“sorry, honey!” he was halfway through shutting the door. “nico’s coming over and i need to clean before he starts judging me.”

“will!”

“oh— it’s pheromones. okay bye!”

the loud slam of the door didn’t help you snap out what the hell he just said, “…pheromones?”

the word bounced around your brain uselessly as you wandered down the camp pathways, trying to remember where you’d heard it before.

then it clicked.

“charles wasn’t paying attention to me,” silena had once said during campfire gossip, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “so i asked will for help. he gave me pheromones and, gods, charles wouldn’t leave my side for the rest of the day. best decision ever.”

you looked toward the training grounds. a slow, devious grin spread across your face. if luke wanted to play the "busy leader" card, you were about to overrule his deck.

the ring of bronze against bronze echoed across the arena. at the center of it all stood luke. he was in his element—shirt sleeves pushed up, brow damp with sweat, and a sword slung over his shoulder as he corrected a younger camper’s footwork.

normally, getting luke’s attention required a flare gun. you could glare holes into his head and he’d still stay focused on his supposed duty.

but the second your foot hit the edge of the dirt, his head snapped in your direction. it wasn't a casual glance, it looked more like a predator catching a scent on the wind. not a minute later, he was already on his way towards you.

“hey, my love.” his voice came warm and immediate as he reached you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“thought i smelled you from over there,” he murmured. “guess i was right.”

you nearly laughed. “you could smell me?” you asked, raising a brow. “wow. i was starting to think i needed to hire a circus troupe just to get your attention today.”

“baby,” luke said softly, like the idea itself offended him, “you know i could never ignore you.”

his lips brushed your temple, then your cheek, then lingered near your neck like he physically couldn’t help himself.

you opened your mouth to argue—because yes, actually, he absolutely had been ignoring you—but the words died in your throat when his hands settled around your waist, pulling you closer with almost desperate ease.

“you smell really good,” he murmured against your neck, nose brushing your skin again. “different.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. “different good or different concerning?”

“different addictive.” he whispered, hands slid lower on your hips as he buried his face into your shoulder again, and somewhere behind him, one of the campers training nearby wolf-whistled.

“captain’s down bad,” someone muttered.

“shut up,” luke snapped immediately, though there was no real bite to it. his attention returned to you within half a second. “you weren’t at breakfast.”

you raised your eyebrow at him, “you weren’t either.”

head tilting on the side, “because i was busy.” sounding almost too sarcastic.

“exactly my point! you’re always too busy—first for me, now even for yourself.”

and there it was finally, luke looked mildly guilty, “baby—”

“no, because we have to talk about how workaholic you are.” you crossed your arms, though the effect was ruined by the way he still held onto your waist. “i sat outside your cabin for twenty minutes last night. connor said you were on 'do not disturb' mode.”

luke looked like you’d just stabbed him. the usual defensive bickering was gone; he just looked pained. “i was exhausted. i didn't—i didn't know you were there.”

“too exhausted even for me?”

“never.” the answer was immediate. he dropped his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “i missed you. gods, i missed you.”

he sounded like a man admitting a state secret. usually, luke castellan was the king of composure, the cool-headed leader especially in the presence of the other kids. right now, he looked ready to drop his sword in the dirt and carry you back to his bunk.

“can i kiss you?” he asked quietly.

you blinked. “since when do you ask?”

“please.” it was a low, desperate command.

the second your lips met, the world vanished. luke didn't just kiss you; he devoured you. it was warm, frantic, and entirely too public. you could hear the entire arena erupting into cheers from behind you.

“luke,” you managed to gasp out, breathless. “the campers... they’re watching.”

then a loud “get a room!” echoed from the cheering

luke didn't break the kiss. he just reached out a hand and blindly flipped the arena at large with his middle finger.

“let them watch,” he growled. lips trailing from yours, back to your jaw, and to the sensitive spot just behind your ear. “you smell… incredible. like summer and something i can’t quite name, but i don’t think i can let you go. ever.”

you felt a twinge of guilt. the pheromones were working too well. usually, luke was the one in control. now, he was acting like a starving man offered a feast.

“is that so?” you teased, trying to regain some semblance of the upper hand. you leaned back slightly, expecting him to let you breathe, but his grip only tightened.

his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, focused entirely on you with a predatory sort of adoration. “i’m serious,” he whispered, his forehead dropping against yours. “i was going to stay out here for another three hours to help the other kids with their footwork, but now? i can’t even remember why i’m holding a sword.”

blade clattering to the dusty ground, luke is now completely indifferent to the surprised whispers of the younger campers. shouting a list of orders over to one of his brothers before dragging you away to somewhere more quiet and intimate.

“luke, wait,” you said, your heart starting to hammer. “i have to tell you something. will gave me this bottle, and i might have used… the whole thing.”

luke didn't seem to care about the logistics. he just hummed, a sound of pure contentment, and began to guide you backward toward the edge of the woods, away from the prying eyes of the arena.

“whatever it is,” he muttered, his lips catching yours again, “it’s working. you have my undivided attention. for as long as you want it.”

you realized then that will’s "good luck" wasn't a warning about the perfume—it was a warning about luke. as he swept you up into his arms, ignoring everything that kept him preoccupied the past week. that’s when you decided the explanation could wait until tomorrow. after all, you did say you missed him and he did say he misse you too.

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[h4rtwell]

undivided attention % luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader synopsis: with your boyfriend being way too occupied with camp duties, you decide to call a friend for help. now something's in the air. genre: fluff !!! tad bit suggestive word count: 1.6k words warnings: f bombs, a bunch of kissing a/n: based on this req!!

glass bottles clicked as will rummaged through the infirmary shelves. he was barely paying attention to your dramatic sprawl across one of the recovery cots—or the rant you’d been delivering for the last twenty minutes.

“i just don’t understand him,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face to block out the harsh apollo-cabin sunlight. “it’s not like chiron would smite him for saying no once. honestly, i think chiron would be relieved if luke actually admitted he needed a break.”

a muffled, “mhm,” came from will, his head buried between rows of nectar and gauze.

you sat up with a frustrated huff. “we haven’t spent actual time together in a week. and i’m not trying to be the clingy girlfriend, but for fuckssake—” you glared at the ceiling. “i miss him.”

“found it.”

he turned, wearing a grin that looked a little too mischievous, holding up a tiny glass vial. the liquid inside shimmered with an iridescent, pearly swirl.

you narrowed your eyes. “what is that? it looks like liquid headache.”

“your solution.”

“will,” you deadpanned, “this is genuinely the worst possible time to start drinking.”

“what—no!” he laughed, grabbing your wrist and tugging you off the cot. “we are not drinking it! you want your man’s attention?” he shook the bottle once. “here’s your answer.”

you eyed the vial. “babe, that looks like something circe would hand me right before turning me into a guinea pig.”

will roll his eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. “well, if you wanted divine intervention, you should’ve prayed to aphrodite. i’m just being a supportive friend. it’s an olfactory stimulant.”

“fine,” you sighed dramatically, pushing yourself off the bed and snatching the bottle from his hand. “so what, do i pour it all—”

“only a little bit—” his sentence cut off into a horrified gasp as you tipped the bottle back carelessly, spilling nearly the entire thing down your neck.

you blinked at him, holding the now-empty bottle in your hand. will stare at you like he had just witnessed a fatal accident.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you asked slowly.

“fuck,” he breathed.

“will.”

“okay. maybe that was slightly more than the recommended amount.”

you freak out, “am i going to die?”

“no,” he said immediately.

a breath of relief escaped your lips, but it was cut short as he added, “but i do wish you luck.”

he took the bottle from your hand carefully, lips pressed together like he was physically restraining himself from laughing. “maybe this’ll be good for you two.”

“good for us how?”

instead of answering, he patted your shoulder and started steering you toward the cabin door.

“go get him, tiger.”

“wait—” you twisted around as he shoved you outside. “you still haven’t told me what the hell that was!”

“sorry, honey!” he was halfway through shutting the door. “nico’s coming over and i need to clean before he starts judging me.”

“will!”

“oh— it’s pheromones. okay bye!”

the loud slam of the door didn’t help you snap out what the hell he just said, “…pheromones?”

the word bounced around your brain uselessly as you wandered down the camp pathways, trying to remember where you’d heard it before.

then it clicked.

“charles wasn’t paying attention to me,” silena had once said during campfire gossip, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “so i asked will for help. he gave me pheromones and, gods, charles wouldn’t leave my side for the rest of the day. best decision ever.”

you looked toward the training grounds. a slow, devious grin spread across your face. if luke wanted to play the "busy leader" card, you were about to overrule his deck.

the ring of bronze against bronze echoed across the arena. at the center of it all stood luke. he was in his element—shirt sleeves pushed up, brow damp with sweat, and a sword slung over his shoulder as he corrected a younger camper’s footwork.

normally, getting luke’s attention required a flare gun. you could glare holes into his head and he’d still stay focused on his supposed duty.

but the second your foot hit the edge of the dirt, his head snapped in your direction. it wasn't a casual glance, it looked more like a predator catching a scent on the wind. not a minute later, he was already on his way towards you.

“hey, my love.” his voice came warm and immediate as he reached you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“thought i smelled you from over there,” he murmured. “guess i was right.”

you nearly laughed. “you could smell me?” you asked, raising a brow. “wow. i was starting to think i needed to hire a circus troupe just to get your attention today.”

“baby,” luke said softly, like the idea itself offended him, “you know i could never ignore you.”

his lips brushed your temple, then your cheek, then lingered near your neck like he physically couldn’t help himself.

you opened your mouth to argue—because yes, actually, he absolutely had been ignoring you—but the words died in your throat when his hands settled around your waist, pulling you closer with almost desperate ease.

“you smell really good,” he murmured against your neck, nose brushing your skin again. “different.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. “different good or different concerning?”

“different addictive.” he whispered, hands slid lower on your hips as he buried his face into your shoulder again, and somewhere behind him, one of the campers training nearby wolf-whistled.

“captain’s down bad,” someone muttered.

“shut up,” luke snapped immediately, though there was no real bite to it. his attention returned to you within half a second. “you weren’t at breakfast.”

you raised your eyebrow at him, “you weren’t either.”

head tilting on the side, “because i was busy.” sounding almost too sarcastic.

“exactly my point! you’re always too busy—first for me, now even for yourself.”

and there it was finally, luke looked mildly guilty, “baby—”

“no, because we have to talk about how workaholic you are.” you crossed your arms, though the effect was ruined by the way he still held onto your waist. “i sat outside your cabin for twenty minutes last night. connor said you were on 'do not disturb' mode.”

luke looked like you’d just stabbed him. the usual defensive bickering was gone; he just looked pained. “i was exhausted. i didn't—i didn't know you were there.”

“too exhausted even for me?”

“never.” the answer was immediate. he dropped his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “i missed you. gods, i missed you.”

he sounded like a man admitting a state secret. usually, luke castellan was the king of composure, the cool-headed leader especially in the presence of the other kids. right now, he looked ready to drop his sword in the dirt and carry you back to his bunk.

“can i kiss you?” he asked quietly.

you blinked. “since when do you ask?”

“please.” it was a low, desperate command.

the second your lips met, the world vanished. luke didn't just kiss you; he devoured you. it was warm, frantic, and entirely too public. you could hear the entire arena erupting into cheers from behind you.

“luke,” you managed to gasp out, breathless. “the campers... they’re watching.”

then a loud “get a room!” echoed from the cheering

luke didn't break the kiss. he just reached out a hand and blindly flipped the arena at large with his middle finger.

“let them watch,” he growled. lips trailing from yours, back to your jaw, and to the sensitive spot just behind your ear. “you smell… incredible. like summer and something i can’t quite name, but i don’t think i can let you go. ever.”

you felt a twinge of guilt. the pheromones were working too well. usually, luke was the one in control. now, he was acting like a starving man offered a feast.

“is that so?” you teased, trying to regain some semblance of the upper hand. you leaned back slightly, expecting him to let you breathe, but his grip only tightened.

his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, focused entirely on you with a predatory sort of adoration. “i’m serious,” he whispered, his forehead dropping against yours. “i was going to stay out here for another three hours to help the other kids with their footwork, but now? i can’t even remember why i’m holding a sword.”

blade clattering to the dusty ground, luke is now completely indifferent to the surprised whispers of the younger campers. shouting a list of orders over to one of his brothers before dragging you away to somewhere more quiet and intimate.

“luke, wait,” you said, your heart starting to hammer. “i have to tell you something. will gave me this bottle, and i might have used… the whole thing.”

luke didn't seem to care about the logistics. he just hummed, a sound of pure contentment, and began to guide you backward toward the edge of the woods, away from the prying eyes of the arena.

“whatever it is,” he muttered, his lips catching yours again, “it’s working. you have my undivided attention. for as long as you want it.”

you realized then that will’s "good luck" wasn't a warning about the perfume—it was a warning about luke. as he swept you up into his arms, ignoring everything that kept him preoccupied the past week. that’s when you decided the explanation could wait until tomorrow. after all, you did say you missed him and he did say he misse you too.

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[jasongracesbiggestglazerever]

Jealous?

(VERY chalant Charlie Bushnell x Reader, in which, he is not jealous when the exact opposite starts hanging out with you when you both haven’t hung out in weeks) *the private account is only with the pjo cast and not available to fans in this smau*

Y/n: anyone know good albums?

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charlieswife: wait this is NOT dada…

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ilovejasongrace: New ship?

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percyswife: guys she can be friends with people other than the cast

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Marcus.G: fire🔥

charliebushnell: 🧯👨‍🚒 (this reply was deleted)

charlieswife: am I the only one who saw that?

Rickbringjasonback: WHAT WAS THAT

percabethmyheart: Charlie not being nonchalant anymore?

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charliebushnell: I know a lot, we could look together

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char.priv: hey google, play ‘that should be me’

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diorgoodjohn: WE all saw that comment

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aryansimhadri: I’m lost

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Leah.savajefferies: wait you know peak songs

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walker_scobell: heartbroken Charlie?

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tamara_.smart: can’t we just make a groupchat for this?

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Marcus.G: who’s this? #softlaunch

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percyswife: IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CHARLIE AND Y/N.

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charlieswife: bye who is this random posting y/n

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anakinistheloml: why are people hating lmao

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Char.priv: I would’ve NEVER let the glare be in the photo, and I would’ve NEVER let you not show off your face

diorgoodjohn: doc, he’s at it again

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aryansimhadri: please name it char.crashouts

char.priv: not too bad

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walker_scobell: bag that

char.priv: I was so close to her being my everything

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tamara_.smart: huh, I remember a certain someone loved Malcolm Todd

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Char.priv: this was NEVER casual to me.

diorgoodjohn: okay Noah Calhoun

Char.priv: we built legos together, that’s the important part

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aryansimhadri: so who is Marcus

char.priv: my replacement. I guess she’s “talking” to him

tamara_.smart: didn’t he do #softlaunch, seems like a lot more than “talking”

char.priv: don’t even bring that up.

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Marcus.G: #softlaunch

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percabethmyheart: why is walker being messy lol

Mac.book: he’s posting a lot but she posted once?

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charlieswife: who else misses Charlie and y/n?

ilovejasongrace: weren’t you just greedy with him

ilovejasongrace: omggg @y/n didn’t even like the post

charlieswife: maybe she isn’t online 24/7 like you?

ilovejasongrace: right and who comments first on every post? Right

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anakintheloml: why are they arguing in a comment section

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Pjo_youjustgot.clipped: @charliebushnell thank you for being our first clip for this account

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charlieswife: the beer bottle omg

ilovejasongrace: he’s a grown man btw

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percabethmyheart: first interaction between y/n and Charlie in three weeks omg my heart

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Pjo_youjustgot.clipped: presenting @y/n and @charliebushnell thank you for getting clipped!

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percabethmyheart: my endgame

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Anakinistheloml: the way he looks at her

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Charlieswife: I want a whole movie and series about their love life together

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Char.priv: me from my secret account after sending the pjo clip page a month old photo of me and her

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diorgoodjohn: ARE YOU KIDDING.

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Tamara_.smart: thought you were locked and bagged her

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aryansimhadri: well look what Marcus posted

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Very chalant Charlie? Yes. I was making myself laugh with the beef in the comments because it’s connected to another draft I plan on posting as well. And also this makes Charlie interpreted wrong maybe but when you meet someone who drives you crazy, nonchalance is the first to go, for me personally. None of these photos are mine and are from Pinterest. Hoped you enjoyed, happy late Mother’s Day, kisses kisses💋

[jasongracesbiggestglazerever]

Just friends

(Charlie X Reader, in which they are just friends!) smau

Char.priv: behind the scenes! @y/n

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Leah.savajefferies: you two, separate.

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Walker_scobell: This is THEE hard launch

Char.priv: @walker_scobell we’re friends lmao

Walker_Scobell: @Char.priv that’s literally what she said @y/n

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Aryansimhadri: wait, does this count as cheating on me?

Char.priv: @aryansimhadri never.

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Y/n: hi little @walker_scobell what are you doing here even

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Walker_scobell: my scenes

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ilovejasongrace: @y/n posted after forever just to post walker? I love this cast.

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Aryansimhadri: the brightness in the photo?

charliebushnell: she’s still figuring out her camera

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Charliebushnell: Star Wars movie run through in celebration of Maul Mondays! (Watch now)

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aryansimhadri: rewatched your scenes more than 60 times just for you

Charliebushnell: @aryansimhadri would you say maybe around 66 or more? Maybe 67?

Walker_scobell: @charliebushnell enough.

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diorgoodjohn: turn the camera to your left

charliebushnell: @diorgoodjohn spot’s occupied

aryansimhadri: old news🥱 (It was me)

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Y/n: our progress before the snack break (I did most of the work)

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Percyswife: wait you won’t believe that Lego set was posted by someone you’re very close with…

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pjobiggestfan: this has to be them communicating something to us

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aryansimhadri: could’ve built this in thirty minutes

y/n: @aryansimhadri impossible, especially when Hayden Christensen is on screen

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Leah.savajefferies: involve me.

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Guys my first Charlie fic?… I really just did this for fun and had no motive besides watching the new Maul series for him. And no, I am not a 67 kid, I tried referencing the interview he did that I swear… and I just love brainrot Charlie. This has also been in my drafts for the longest time ever geez,I hope you enjoyed, kisses kisses!💋 (none of these photos belong to me!)

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: luke castellan x gn!reader, strong language, flirting, innuendos...

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” you cursed under your breath.

“What?” Luke barely managed to articulate as he bit into his granola bar, sitting lazily on his bed.

The morning sun was brutal, filtering through the sheer curtains attached to the numerous windows spread around on the walls of cabin 11.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’” You reply immediately, shooting your best friend the kind of look that clearly meant i-love-you-but-don’t-play-right-now. You dug back into the trunk at the bottom of his bunk. “You told me I could borrow a shirt, and,” you paused for a second, pulling out the first shirt you found and holding it up in front of you as you knelt on the floor, “none of this is still a shirt, Luke.”

The boy didn’t even bother conceal a grin, not sparring you a glance as he flopped down on the mattress. “Why do I feel like I’m being scolded right now ?”

“Ugh!” You bunched the remnants of shirt up in a ball before throwing it at his face, even more annoyed when he easily deflected it.

“Come on, what’s wrong with it? You’re being so dramatic…”

You took out a second one, gesturing at the neat, large holes where the short sleeves should have been. “You literally cut off the sleeves of all of your tshirts, dude.”

His smile only broadened as he finally turned his head to look at you, still laying on top of his covers. “So what? It’s breathable, I get better mobility that way.”

“Breathable?” you deadpanned, your expression one of unconcealed annoyance. “At least admit to it.”

Luke pouted innocently before getting up off the bed, walking up to where you sat on the floor and leaning on the bedpost. And like it was his answer, the boy simply crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged, making sure to flex his muscles in the process. His arms were tan, muscles corded, chiseled through years of training. He knew it. You knew he knew it. By the gods, seeing the state of his shirts, everyone at camp knew it.

You scrunched your nose and let your lips curl just enough to fake disgust. “You’re such a slut.”

Luke’s jaw dropped, bringing one hand to his heart. “What foul words to touch such a fragile thing’s lips,” he let out in a way that, you guess, was supposed to be Shakespearian, reaching out to brush his fingers along your face.

You caught his wrist, raising your eyebrows as a smile slipped on you lips. “Don’t touch me with your slut fingers.”

“Wow, really going in for the kill are you,” Luke replied quietly with wide eyes, retreating back to the bed post. “Why do you even want one of my shirts for?”

You stretched your arms up before standing back up, throwing the shirt back in the trunk. “Just wanted a larger fit for the beach today, but the camp store is out of it, so I thought I’d just borrow one.”

The boy’s grin only widened, his gaze sharpening as he looked straight at you. “Sure… You know, if you wanted something that smells like me you could just ask.”

Your eyes flickered up instantly, only to find him already staring at you, and you had to forcefully shove down whatever the feeling was you’d just had fluttering in your stomach. “I- What? No!”

Your face fell even more when he laughed. “It’s rare to see you react like that, feeling guilty?”

“I just wanted a baggy shirt to put over my swimsuit, you absolute- Keep to yourself whatever you’re implying-”

“Whatever I’m implying? What am I implying?” Luke asked innocently, looking at you with a soft look that didn’t match the mischievous smile that pulled the corner of his lips.

“Ugh, forget it!” You shoved his chest and groaned when he didn’t even budge, instead holding onto your wrist.

“Too late, this moment is engraved in my heart,” he said with a dreamy lilt in his voice, bringing your hand to his chest. This time he didn’t keep his balance when you shoved him back, his brows shooting up in surprise as he instead fell back onto the lower bunk, pulling you down with him as you let out a weak cry.

The position was even more embarrassing as almost every camper in the cabin had halted to watch the commotion. Luke didn’t even flinch beneath you, his easy grin as always plastered on his face, but you could definitely make out the rapid beating of his heart under your palm. You, on the other hand, felt like a duck: calm on the surface, panicking to stay afloat underneath it.

“Cover your eyes, kids, what is about to happen is not a sight for pure eyes,” Luke yelled out to the cabin, making sure to go heavy on the innuendos.

“You’re impossible,” you stated, your face almost emotionless because anything else you could display would be too embarrassing to explain. At least now, nobody paid anymore attention to you two.

Luke scoffed. “Yeah? Well, you’re the one who pushed us, so… Oof-”

You didn’t bother answering, instead getting yourself back up, making sure to elbow him in the stomach in the process. “Well, seeing as you don’t have any decent shirt, I think my task here is done.”

Luke shot up right after you, reaching out to catch your wrist. “Wait, I got you.” He simply nodded and turned around while you looked at him suspiciously, rummaging through his own clothes before coming back up triumphant. “I knew I’d missed one.”

You took it as the boy handed it to you, quickly trying it on over your own tank top. It was grey, a little loose around the neck—probably from all the time he’d pulled it off by the collar after training—, but you found it added something to the overall aesthetic. And it smelled just like him, of course it did.

Your heart did a little flip as you caught Luke staring at you when you looked back up, but again you simply pushed it right back down. “Thanks for the shirt, you’re still a slut though.”

Luke couldn’t hold it a laugh, his eyes creasing at the corner from a broad smile that always found a way to warm you up—probably because he was you best friend, or at least you assumed. “Yeah, well, you’re wearing my shirt anyway, so what does that make you?” he simply shot back, with a tone in his voice you didn’t want to analyze too much, taking a step closer to you.

You didn’t have an answer to that. So you simply took the next step, grabbing his collar to pull him down to your level as you whispered in his ear with an amused laugh. “Shut the fuck up, Castellan. You’re lucky I even put up with you.”

You didn’t bother looking back at him as you walked away, quickly getting to the door. “I’m stealing the shirt, by the way, you’re not getting it back!”

Meanwhile, the boy’s face was impassible, only concerning because his ears were tinted a bright red and he’d been frozen in place for the last few seconds. He slowly came relatively back to his senses, going to lay back in his bed, whispering to himself.. “Fucking hells… And you say I’m the menace…”

Guys i'd be such a slut if i were a guy i'm not even kidding, like i'd train arms like crazy just to show off the gunssssss (i do it already lmaooo)

Anyways I got a few pending recs so I'll get right on it, a one-shot n then I'll do part 2 of my last blurb since you guys asked for itttt

Byeeee babys

- Love, Nana <3

[sodalitegirl]

LUKE C. HEADCANONS

─ SOME ARE general, some are dating, some are suggestive ✉️ : such a fiend for this man urughh. hope yall enjoy

youre basically lukes right hand man. when in need of advice, he searches for you first. he appreciates your ideas and your input more than anybody elses

and in turn, hes an amazing listener. he doesnt just hear; he understands and he remembers

his eyes— normally so stormy and dark, like the ocean— soften whenever hes near you. he doesnt need to try to manipulate you since his eyes do all the work anyway

but his voice is a weapon as powerful as his sword. hes a total sweet talker. persuasive, like the aphrodite kids with their charmspeak, only his was a practiced art rather than a natural power

lukes love language is gift giving. he loves spoiling you with that kronos money. but hes also partial to physical touch and words of affirmation since he didnt receive much of either as a kid

he loves playing with your hair 10/10 super relaxing activity

piggybacking off that, hes into hair tugging / pulling for sure. and biting

arctic monkeys fan no doubt this man is bumping humbug and AM all day every day

fashion god. loves ralph lauren half of his wardrobe is ralph lauren you cant convince me otherwise

luke loves simply holding you in his arms. just knowing that youre real. that youre his. that youre alive. its surreal to him

sometimes, whenever the pressure and stress of the war become too much to bear, he unintentionally lashes out at you. but he always makes up for it; he cant lose you. he doesnt know what he would do if he did

he also cracks his knuckles when hes nervous or stressed out, which is basically all the time

had a phase where he was obsessed with all things hockey. obviously, he doesnt play anymore, but he still puts on hockey games as background noise or entertainment on occasion

he smells like a combination of cedarwood and cigarette smoke. super yummy though

one of those dudes that works out for fun. he def has his own personal gym on the ship

his favorite season is winter. though he enjoys the heat of summer, he cannot stand the bugs and the sunburns

luke doesnt wanna seem pathetic, so he never admits it, but he loves it when you call him baby. music to his ears

casual freak. youll be talking to him about your day, whatever, blah blah blah, and he will randomly sneak in a sexually charged comment. when you ask him, “what was that?” he goes “what was what?” then carries on like he never said a word

HORRIBLE at math but he makes up for it by being great at every other subject. especially history

his favorite soda is sprite. so, so, so many cans of sprite on the princess andromeda

also strictly drinks diet or zero sugar soda no regular soda ew

luke accidentally slips up and calls you thalia from time to time

he loooves it when youre bossy. no arguments, no nothing; what you say goes. you get a “yes ma’am” and a silly grin from him

hes a compulsive liar

luke has the craziest face card. especially early in the mornings, when he has just woken up and his hair is all messy and hes all sleepy and the golden sunlight hits his eyes just right

before betraying camp, he used to sneak into your cabin late in the nights. you would rightfully freak out, and he would respond with something like “whats the big deal? i aint gonna get caught.” and he never did!

you two had your own secluded meet-up spot deep in the forest of camp half-blood. you definitely made some memories there— take that how you will!

luke loved to take you stargazing. it was peaceful out in the dark, with no younger campers or chiron or dionysus bugging you two, and the night sky reminded him of you. hes upset that he cant do that with you anymore

© juniiperstree req rules follow my side blog : @juniibuggs love always, junie ᰔ

[slut4castellan]

hi! sorry to bother, but I found someone on wattpad reposting fics translated to portuguese and they credited your @ as the author to at least one of the works they reposted. I believe it was your Luke Castellan fic, Nasty Nineteen. I don't think they have your permission to repost anything on other platforms so I'm just letting you know in case you want to contact them or report them or whatever. it's @Mel-Potter-Black on wattpad.

I tried asking them about if they had the author's permission to repost but they didn't answer and just blocked me.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/362161849-luke-castellan-imagines

omg thank u so much !!! no clue that this was happening omg