Sophia

"I am nothing if not obsessive"

[soph5547]

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PJO: LUKE CASTELLAN:

Breakfast and Bribes:

Lake Day:

Older Campers Only:

Camp Wide Movie Night:

Camp Meets Camp:

When Did You Get Hot?

My Man on Willpower:

Join Us:

Recon:

That Boy is Corrupt:

JATP: LUKE PATTERSON:

Grocery Store Trips:

He was a punk, she did ballet.

TSH: HENRY WINTER:

Blood stains and the only time Bunny doesn't look close enough to notice:

Dinner:

In the Library:

TIG: GRAYSON HAWTHORNE:

McDonalds:

Bedtime:

The cure for a horrible manager? Your boyfriend's black Amex:

Impromptu Trip:

Monaco Grand Prix:

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HIII I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ALL YOUR GRAYSON HAWTHORNE PIECES AND THAT YOU ARE SO INSANELY TALENTED XX

MWAH THANK YOU!!! I’m glad you love them as much as I do!! 🥰🥰

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Monaco Grand Prix. (Grayson Hawthorne x Fem!Reader.) SFW.

Grayson Hawthorne x reader.

Based off a request! Thank you for the idea @heyyurl

WC: 1662

It was hot, both in temperature and because of the men around you. 

Monaco on its own is stunning, looking like something out of a fairy tale. But Monaco with a Hawthorne? It's been bumped up by 100. Nothing has nor will, compete. 

Grayson holds the passes, and your heels click as you walk beside him. Choosing a wedge so your feet don’t ache was a blessing, and god damn you looked good. 

Cameras, fans, other celebrities, the entire place was packed. The Monaco Grand Prix was no small thing. People traveled from all over the world to be here for one of the most prestigious races.

“Wow” You breathe, because you’re a fan of F1 (both as a regular person, and as the girlfriend of a hawthorne) you’ve got opportunities you can’t fuck up. 

Grayson smiles, just a touch, under his expensive sunglasses. “Even better than you thought?” You huff a laugh “something like that.” 

The paddocks are all right there, like, two feet away. People in team kits walk around you-Mercedes, Redbull, wait a second, is that Bottas? 

Your head swims. 

Grayson leads you up to the top of a building-right, passes. And not just any passes, paddock club passes. Grayson hadn’t flinched at the price-nor had he even thought about just getting regular passes when you brought up going to a race in person. 

To be honest, you had thought maybe you’d go to the Circuit of the America’s race, maybe even Canada-but Monaco? With the super models and the mega yachts? Looking back, you shouldn’t have been surprised, but you were-still are. 

“Don’t forget after the race we have those dinner reservations.” Grayson helps you up the stairs, warm hand in yours. “How could I?” You respond, holding up your dress with your free hand “We’re only dining at the most expensive place in Monaco-like, ever.” 

Grayson hums, prideful. “I had to give you the best experience." he says as if that's the only thing that matters. “I would have been fine with trackside tickets and a fancy bottle of champagne,” You laugh, “not paddock club passes and dinner at Hotel de Paris.” 

With a wink, Grayson pushes his sunglasses into his blonde hair “Thats not how Hawthornes do things” 

“Clearly.” You tease “I should have known better.” You take off your own sunglasses, and take in place around you. Its sleek floors are shiny, it's all open with a huge screen to show the race, even if all you had to do was look over the railing to see the thing in real time. 

“Does it meet your expectations?” Grayson asks softly, arm sliding around your waist. You can’t even answer, utterly speechless. This was your life now. No more pirating the race or waking up at the crack of dawn to watch it. 

You’re here. In Monaco. With a Hawthorne. 

“Pinch me” you say. “What?” Gray looks at you “pinch me.” you repeat. So gently, it's not even a pinch at that point, Grayson does as you ask. “Still real?” he teases and you smile “still real.” The wonder in your voice is real too, so is the awe in your eyes. 

He watches you look around, pure love and adoration in Grayson's usually reserved eyes. “Come on” he gently guides you “put your things down, lets go and say hello to people.” 

You put down the bag you brought (empty now, but with the amount of merch you’re gonna buy-it won’t stay that way for long.) The Chanel clutch in your hand stays there, as Grayson leads you with a hand on your back, to say hello to people also in the club. 

Hand shakes and polite conversations later, you’re begging Grayson to come down and walk around the garages with you. 

“Alright, alright.” He gives in not two seconds later, Grayson can never say no to you. “Let's go.” Holding his hand, you two make it back down to the track and walk. 

Drivers were already around, team principles too. To your surprise, people recognize you and Grayson, which you guess, isn't that hard to believe. 

You’re giddy-actually you’re more than giddy, as you walk down. “Mr. Hawthorne!” Someone calls, you and Gray turn. Your jaw drops-Martin Brundle walks by “How are you today? Thank you for joining us!” He smiles, accent lifting. “We’re glad to be here.” Grayson answers, hand on your back. “Let me introduce you to my girlfriend.” 

Martin smiles, and you do the same. “Nice to meet you,” you say as you shake his hand “You as well! What time are you rooting for today?” 

You say Mclaren the same time Grayson says Redbull. 

Martin laughs “Oh I see. Must be competitive in the house?” You grin “You wouldn’t believe.” Martin nods, wishes you the best, and then heads to the next person. 

“Oh my god” You breathe “we just-I just-oh my god.” Grayson laughs, and guides you forward as you both start walking. “Come on, let's see who else can make you speechless.” 

You skid to a stop outside the Mclaren garage, where both Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri are standing inside and talking to their team.

“Holy shit.” Grayson follows your line of sight and hums “oh i see.” You don’t even respond to the teasing, just keep your eyes glued to Lando as he talks-his head turns towards you-and he smiles. 

He starts to walk over and you have to actually remind yourself to breathe. If someone had you hooked up to a heart monitor right now, they’d think you were having a heart attack. 

“Hi!” you say as lando walks over “Hi” he smiles back “I’m a huge fan” you say, without thinking “like, huge.” 

Laughing, Lando nods “thanks for the support.” You grin “yeah, of course. Literally anytime. I got into F1 because of your maiden win in Miami.” Lando’s smile somehow gets bigger “oh man that was amazing, I’m glad it got you into the sport.” 

“Of course, literally I can’t imagine my life without it now. Would you be okay if we took a photo?” 

Lando nods “of course!” 

Without even looking, you shove your purse at Grayson, who opens your bag and grabs the phone. “Take the photo please!’ 

You stand beside Lando, his arm around your waist and yours around his. Grayson takes a couple and you turn to Lando, who hasn’t moved his arm yet. “Thank you so much! You have no idea how big of a fan I am of you and Oscar.” 

Lando’s eyes light up “come on, I can introduce you to Oscar.” 

“Oh my god yes please!” You take your phone back from Grayson and then walk off with Lando. 

Grayson holds your things like the diligent boyfriend he is. You stay in the paddock for a few more minutes, before coming back out. New photos with you and the drivers on your phone, excited to show your boyfriend. 

“Gray, honey look-” 

His lips meet yours, hand spanning across your back. “Oh!’ You squeak but kiss him back. “Wait, baby, look at these photos!” 

You show him the selfies you took with Oscar, and then a few of the photos someone took of you with both Mclaren drivers. 

“They were so nice! Literally I can’t believe they took photos with me!” You gush as you walk back to the club. “That's nice.” Grayson says with a tone. You don’t notice, too excited to even consider it. “And Lando? I can’t believe I met him, let alone took a picture with me! He smelt like expensive cologne-which of course was probably Ralph Lauren since he’s sponsored-” 

Grayson huffs, quiet but there. 

You snap your jaw shut, and eye him “You… okay?” Grayson has his walls back up, face set in that regular “Hawthorne expression” he usually wears when you’re out. ‘Gray?” You reach for him, and he lets you take his arm. “Hey, talk to me.” you say softly, tugging him to stop. 

He doesn’t look at you “it's nothing. I’m glad you’re happy.” You raise an eyebrow and then it clicks-the kiss, him wanting to have a hand on you “oh my god.” 

His cheeks go pink “don’t start-” 

“You’re jealous?” 

He goes dead silent, and then mutters “no.” 

“Yes.” you counter, grinning. “You are.” 

Grayson, knowing this was a losing battle, sighs. “You said he smelt good.” 

You can’t help but laugh, Grayson starts to walk again. “No, no hey” you’re still laughing “come on,” you take his arm, lacing your hands together. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease.” 

Grayson guides you to the club as he says “you fangirl over him.” You hum “well I am a fan. But, that's no reason for me to just abandon you, I love you.” 

That gets him, and Grayson finally lets the walls back down. His smile is soft as he murmurs “I love you too.” You smile now, soft but there. “Trust me, there's no reason to be jealous of Lando.” 

Grayson hums and nods “fair, I am a Hawthorne.” 

“Ooo okay ego” You poke him “calm down there,” Grayson shrugs “don’t think I will.” 

You both entire the paddock club again, and it's busier then it was before, but you still manage to get a table close to the railing. Other people could watch the live stream, you wanted to see the real thing. 

People come by to say hello to Grayson (and by proxy, you) but when the race is about to start, Grayson turns people away. “I’m not here for business,” he says “I’m here to enjoy the race with my girlfriend.” 

You smile, there's a glass of champagne in your hand, and an appetizer on your table. Your heart races, Grayson’s arm is on the back of your chair as goosebumps rise. 

The smell of gas, and the noise of the engines fills the air, and after all these years-you finally hear it live. 

“It’s lights out and away we go!”

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Impromptu Trip. (Grayson Hawthorne x Fem!reader.) SFW.

Grayson Hawthorne x AFAB! reader

Notes: Came to me in a dream and definitely has nothing to do with my upcoming Italy trip. nothing at all. SFW but there is some kissing (wink wink) and some talk of alone time (nudge nudge)

WC: 1237

Waking up beside Grayson Hawthorne is a sight you aren’t sure you’ll ever be good enough for. 

Clearly though, some divine intervention believes you are, because guess where you are. That's right. In an Alaskan king bed, in sheets that are Egyptian cotton with some odd thread count, and a goose down comforter. 

Oh and also Grayson. 

Laying on his stomach with his broad back on display, his blonde hair (that he let grow out a bit so it's got that handsome, old money look to it) seems to glow when the sun filters through the curtains. 

Rolling over, you trace a finger down his spine. Gray hums, low in his chest, but doesn't move. You do it again. He sighs like the world has finally quieted. 

“Morning.” you murmur, shifting so you can kiss his shoulder, where a mole sits. “Morning.” he says back, finally moving to face you. Gray bumps your nose with his-a good morning kiss without the kiss.

“It's such a nice day,” You say softly “maybe it's a sign we should stay in the pool all day.”

Grayson nods, laying on his back now, abs out for you to admire. 

And admire you do. 

Sometimes it's hard to believe this is all yours. The man beside you, the way you’re sleeping in a real silk nightgown, the fact you can even have a pool day in the private pool. 

“Baby?” 

Grayson gets your attention, your eyes snapping to his “hm?” 

“I asked if you wanted to go somewhere instead?” He asks and you nod “sure, like where?” 

Grayson shrugs “maybe somewhere for breakfast?” nodding again, you move closer to gray, who opens his arm for you. He was still warm from sleep, even if the house had air conditioning in every room. 

Gray liked it cold, you liked to cuddle, so it's a win win in both of your books. 

“Where’d you want to go?” You ask, head on his chest. “Mmm, that nice cafe, I think.” he answers “the one in Trastevere.” 

“Oh I liked th-” you pause. Wait a damn second. “Trastevere?” you shift so you’re looking at him “thats in Italy.” 

“Yes.” 

“We’re in Texas." 

“Yes.” Grayson blinks “I don’t see the issue.” 

“You don’t-” now you sit up “Explain to me how you’d like to have breakfast from a cafe in Italy when we’re in Texas." 

Looking at you like you’re purposely being slow, Grayson says slowly “we fly there.” His tone indicates that this is clearly not a big thing, like this is normal. 

“Fly there.” you repeat, deadpan. “You want to fly all the way to Italy, for breakfast.’ 

“We could stay for dinner as well.” Grauson‘s lips quirk and you shove him gently, smiling. “Don’t be a dick.” 

He chuckles and catches your wrist. “Okay, okay” he tugs you back into him, forcing you to rest your head back on his bare chest. You go without a fight because of course you do. 

“We could stay a week or so” Grayson goes on, fingers playing with your hair. “Stay in the villa, just us. Maybe a few staff members.” 

A week alone with Grayson, no brothers, no Avery, no work. Just the two of you in a villa on a beach-with a view people pay millions for. 

“Yeah” your voice is breathy “yeah, i’m so down.” 

Grayson smiles down at you and then rolls over so he’s hovering over you. (not that you care, because the sight is literally jaw dropping.) “its decided then” he murmurs, lips over yours. “I’ll make the call, we’ll be on our way in a couple of hours.” 

Whatever desire you had to spend those hours in bed with him, vanished. “A few hours?” you sit up so fast you almost bump heads with gray. “I have to pack-a few-Grayson!” 

He watches from the bed, an amused look on his face while you grab the robe that matches the nightgown, tying it. “A few hours” You say again. “You know how long it takes me to pack!” You chuck a pillow that fell off the bed last night at him, Grayson catches it. 

It shouldn’t have been that hot, but it was. 

“You’re fine” Gray hums, getting up himself. “We can just buy things when we get there, you know.” You huff “I know that, but I like my clothes here. No point in buying an entire new wardrobe.” 

Before he can come up with a reason why it's fine to do exactly that, you trail a hand down his chest. “Unless,” you drop your tone to something soft “You wanted me in nothing for the week?” 

As big and bold as everyone made Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, he was still just a man. 

He smirks, and kisses you softly. “You make it tempting.” he says, pulling back slightly “But this time, you’ll have to be clothed.” 

“Shame” you pout, playfully. Grayson kisses the pout off your face “shame.” he echos. “But there's a private yacht with my name on it-if you play your cards right, we could spend a day out there.” 

Tempting, oh so very tempting.

“And,” he goes on, fingers dancing across your waist to pull you closer “no one else is there, I’ll send the crew off-give them the day.” you tilt your head as Grayson's kisses move from your lips to your jaw-Jesus Christ this man. 

“Just us.” he murmurs against you “no one around for miles.” 

Your hands clutch his biceps, nails digging into skin. He doesn't care, neither do you. 

“Bring that two piece I like” he murmurs against your neck “Promise I won’t rip it like the other one.” 

Your knees go weak, Gray holds you up. Your hands are probably hurting him but that's the last thing on your mind.

“Asshole” You breathe “I liked that one.” He chuckles, it comes out low, strained. “I know,” he murmurs, pulling away to look at you. “I liked you better without it on.” 

You laugh-taken aback “Grayson!" He shrugs “what? It's true.” 

One last kiss and then you have to push him away because if you didn't? You wouldn't have time to pack. 

“Behave?” its supposed to come out as a command, but it ends up leaving your mouth as a question. Grayson grins “Fine.” he walks into the closet “I will.” 

You put your palms against your cheeks-hot. Of course they were, Grayson was impossible to be normal around. Following him into the closet, he was already pulling shirts out. You turn to your side, and start picking clothes for a week in Italy. 

“Can’t believe we’re doing this all because you wanted breakfast” You say over your shoulder and gray hums “can’t believe you’re coming with me.” 

“As if I'd pass this up.” you laugh “a trip to italy and a week with you to myself? Say less.” 

Hands settle on your waist, a chin rests on your shoulder. “It is exciting.” he says and you lean back into him. “Very.” you agree “very spontaneous as well.” he hums “true.” 

With a kiss to your shoulder, Grayson goes back to packing his stuff. You change into an airplane outfit, something casual and comfortable for the long trip ahead of you. 

“Ready?” Grayson takes your luggage, giving it to the staff by the front door. You nod “Yup, you?”

He nods and brushes a kiss to your head as he leads you to the black SUV “Very.” 

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The cure for a horrible manager? Your boyfriend's black Amex. (Grayson Hawthorne x Fem!reader!) SFW.

Notes: Enjoy this little piece I came up while day-dreaming about Grayson (what else is new tbh) I'll never be over him!!! He is the true LOML. PHOTO FOUND ON PINTEREST! (linked)

WC: 1596

Grayson Hawthorne x reader.

Working for charities? Horrible. Don’t recommend. 

Okay, that's a bit harsh. It’s not… horrible but it’s not all rainbows and roses either. You and Avery know that better than anyone. Now, while you have wonderful friends who work at said charities, there’s one woman who just vows to make your life miserable.

Avery, who’s held her head high no matter what, is beyond agitated now, so it’s up to you to just get home and decompress.

The entire car ride home, you and Avery talked up a STORM to Phil, the driver. He’s been around for a while, and with two teenage daughters, he’s no stranger to a good old shit talk. “It’s been since we came here.” You say, sighing. “She’s got it out for us.” 

“She’s got it out for us because we’re with the boys,” Avery crosses her arms. “Evil, horrible, women.”

Ah yes, the boys.

Jameson and Grayson Hawthorne.

Relationships pop up in unexpected places and this was no expectation. Grayson weasled his way into your life, and you were powerless to stop it. 

The shit talking took a turn, and when Phil pulls up in front of the house, the mood is foul. 

“Hey baby,” Jameson greets Avery. “Hi.” She answers back, in a flat tone. You follow quietly behind her as she walks to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Grayson reaches out, his hand wrapping around your wrist. “Talk to me, what's wrong?” You sigh as he lets go of your wrist. “Bad day.” 

“Susan?” Jameson wonders. 

“OF FUCKING COURSE IT WAS SUSAN.” Avery yells from the kitchen. “IT’S ALWAYS FUCKING SUSAN. I HATE HER.” 

She storms in, two bags of chips and tosses one to you. You catch it. “She’s out to get us, I swear.” You say to the brothers, who nod. Avery stands with chips in hand, and she spills it all. 

How we were sitting at a conference table-alone might you add- and we were laughing quietly. Susan storms in, and screams at us for being loud, and disrupting everything and how we shouldn’t even BE there.

Your cheeks are red with embarrassment and annoyance, just like they were when it happened. 

Grayson’s eyes go dark, and Jameson’s jaw ticks as you and Avery recount the story. “We can get her fired.” Grayson offers. 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

Avery and you speak at the same time. You sigh “it’s… this is her source of income, we can’t just… fire her.” you explain, cursing yourself for being empathic towards that vile woman. “I just wish we didn’t have to talk to her in order to do our job.” Grayson hums and pulls you closer, hand on your hip. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t talk to you unless absolutely necessary.” He then stands up, Jameson following. They both leave. 

“Oh. um, okay?” Avery says as she watches them leave. She’s calmed down now, more so exhausted with the situation then angry. We just stood there, a bit confused. 

The boys come back, and Grayson’s already talking. “We would come with you,” he says, “but someone messed up the numbers, and we’re swamped.” He files through his wallet. “Take this, and go buy yourself whatever you want.” He passes you his black card. 

He leans in, kisses his cheek. “After the day you’ve had, you deserve it.” You smile, ducking your head. “Are you sure?” he nods, hand cupping your cheek. “Yeah, I’m sure.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jameson do the same for Avery, and he kisses her cheek. 

You and Avery go upstairs, abandoning the chips and drinks in favour of getting dressed to hit the designer stores.

Coming back down, you find a quick second to sneak back into the dining room, kissing Grayson's forehead. “Thank you.” you whisper against him and he snakes a hand to yours, squeezing as if to say ‘you’re welcome’. Even if his eyes don’t leave the paper. 

Avery meets you at the front door, and you pile back into the black SUV, Phil amused at the sudden turn around. “The usual?” he asks and you both nod. “please and thank you.” Avery hums. 

The two of you sit in the car, shaking off the day and getting excited for the shopping spree. Nothing good old retail therapy can’t cure. 

The mall is a district of high end shops, from high end names. Chanel, Prada, Burberry, YSL, Gucci, etc. 

You name it, it's here. 

“Well,” You hook your arm through Avery's as you stand at the entrance. “Which catches your eye first?” She looks over the few shops directly in front of you two. “Hmmmm” the sound is low in her throat, thinking hard over the decisions of someone with an unlimited credit card. “I think Chanel.” she nods towards the doors. “I’ve been meaning to buy a double of the pullover-this time in cream.” 

The two of you walk in, and instantly everyone in the room turns to you. “Miss. Grambs!” A woman smiles “Miss. L/n, how lovely to see you both.” 

You smile, and someone else takes the coat off your shoulders, something you’ll never get used to. Shopping with Grayson, it's easy to hide behind his name - to just be the girlfriend. But here? You and Avery are the closest thing the workers are getting to the Hawthornes. 

So you’ll drink champagne and look at clothes you couldn’t have dreamed of 3 years ago. You admire shoes, heels that are worth your parents house back home, and your heart didn't skip a beat when you swipe the black amex (at least, not in the way it used to when you and Grayson first started dating.) 

There is no lingering spenders guilt, or buyers remorse as you and Avery enter and exit each store. Bags and bags on your arms. 

Men in suits come and load the batches in the car and Phil, bless him, watches with amused eyes. 

“What do you think about this?” You hold up a birkin. Avery scrunches her nose “that color?” She eyes it “I thought you wanted neutrals?” 

You sigh “I do. I just thought a pop of color would be fun.” You turn to the worker “what do you think?” She hums “whatever you think is best, is what I think.” 

Right. These workers don’t have opinions on anything you end up getting. They’re all very… agreeable. Which is fine! Just… annoying when you want a second opinion.

“Maybe I’ll wait for gray.” You put the purse back on the counter, the baby pink with gold hardware was stunning. But it's a big purchase. 

“Maybe.” Avery says from where she sat. “he’ll probably want to be around when you get your first Birkin.” You look over at her “Right because it's a big deal for a man.” Avery laughs, standing. “Okay, men don’t really care. But this is for you-so Grayson's going to want to be here.” 

You smile softly “yeah,” it's breathy, soft. “He would.” 

The shopping spree ends with a bill higher than you can count, and dinner at a small wood open pizza place. You and Avery are tucked in the corner, spitting pizza and salad. The conversation is light, meetings coming up, date ideas, her trip to Greece, your trip to the Monaco grand prix in a few weeks. 

You get home and its dark. Grayson and Jaime are no longer in the dining room, and so you go to his wing. There, under the shut door, lights are on in the office. You knock. 

“Come in.” 

Pushing it open, you smile. “Hi, are you busy?” He looks up and instantly, Grayson Hawthorne looks his actual age. “Nah,” his smile turns boyish. “Come here.” 

You sit in his lap, getting comfortable. Pulling out your wallet, you give his card back. “Here you go.” Grayson takes it, and sets it on the desk. “Thank you, did you have fun?” 

You nod “lots. I have a dozen bags or so.” He laughs and nods “good, I expected nothing less.” his lips brush your hairline “did you eat?” 

“Mhmm, pizza.” 

“Mm good choice.” Gray smiles at you, soft. “I’m sorry,” he says “that I couldn’t come with you. You deserve to rant to be about your day, not to have me throw my card at you.” You run a gentle hand over the back of his head. “Don’t be sorry, you were busy.” 

“Yeah,” he sighs “but you’re my girlfriend. Work could have waited.” 

“Work waits for no one.” you shrug “it's okay, really. Honestly all you missed was my debate over a Birkin.” He raises an eyebrow “I thought you wanted the tan one?” You laugh, and shrug “I saw a pink one.” 

Now he laughs “Oh well, I should have known. You’ll always choose the pink one.” Smiling, you shake your head. “I wanted your opinion on it. On if I should get the tan or the pink one.” 

“Honey,” Grayson's eyes meet yours. “Get both.” 

“Both?” 

“Bnoth.” he nods “I can afford it, hell-you could get one in every color and I wouldn’t bat an eye.” You tease him by saying “Don’t test me with a good time.” He grins and kisses your cheek “we’ll go back tomorrow, you can spend the entire day in the store. I’ll shut it down for you.” 

Butterflies erupt throughout your body. OH grayson hawthorne, you think, how did I get so lucky.

The look on his face is soft, peaceful, as he whispers “thank you for understanding.” Laying your head on his shoulder, you whisper back “You’re welcome, my love.” 

[soph5547]

That Boy is Corrupt. (Luke Castellan x Reader.) SFW.

(Once you read the fic, this gif will be funny i promise.)

I had a comment on AO3 in which i got possessed and wrote this fic in like, 2 hours. You know who you are, and I love you. Not to mention another Sabrina song fic!! Can't get enough of these tbh.

WC: 903.

You stand there, face fallen as Luke walks away from you.

That horrible orange you thought he looked good in, was suddenly absolutely hideous.

“What the…” You rack your brain.

What the hell just happened?

In the span of 10 seconds, you went from 1 half of the hottest couple at Camp Half-Blood, to a newly single, sad-looking camper.

“Hi, I hope you’re great. I think it’s time we took a break.”

Those are the words that swirl around your mind.

They’re coated in tears and despair as you get to your cabin and slam the door behind you.

A break??

A BREAK?

You see each other for two months out of the year and this motherfucker is asking for a break?

Now you’re mad.

“So I can grow emotionally.”

Luke wouldn’t know emotion if it slapped his ass and called him daddy, what the fuck does he mean??

Lying in bed, it's angry tears that slip down your cheeks.

Sure, you’re sad, you and Luke had been going strong for about three years-which reminds of how often you cried over him; what he said, what he did.

“Here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling. All my friends in love, and i’m the one they all for a third wheeling”

The tears soak your pillowcase and you huff.

This was not how you saw your day happening, and honestly? Fuck him.

Who does he think he is? Playing around with your feelings and then ending it because he needs to “grow”?

Who does something like that?

It doesn’t help that while you and Luke were technically together, he never wanted to hang out with your friends. So you sat there, third wheeling-hell even, fifth wheel.

“Probubly should have guessed, he’s like the rest, so fine and so deceiving. There’s nobody’s son, not anyone left for me to believe in.”

That's what you get for thinking you could change a son of hermes.

That cabin is KNOWN for being players-and yet you went and fell for the one that everyone strayed away from.

You thought you could change him. Maybe you would be the one who pulled Luke away from that playboy, flirty lifestyle he seemed to thrive on.

What a stupid, handsome, deceiving camper he was.

He knew he was hot and he used that.

A week or so after the…break up (god you hate that word) You decide fuck it, i’m gonna go out on the town (camp) and look for some eligible bachelors.

Well, news flash; there's none.

All of a sudden, it seems everyone at camp is taken or doesn’t want a relationship.

“Me? No, Yeah, I'm good. Just thought that he eventually would cave, reach out.”

Luke was stubborn, another trait of Hermes. (or was it? You don’t know, but you’re blaming Hermes for it all.)

It’s not like you didn’t try, you really did give it your all.

The best outfits, the flirty smiles around a campfire, the flash of skin when swimming.

Everything that used to make Luke drool when you were together was no longer cutting it.

Your friends and your siblings were getting tired. Hearing about Luke when you were a couple was bad enough, but now? Now it’s all you could think about.

And not like you wanted him back (You do) cause you’re totally over him. Fuck him. (fuck him)

“But no siree, he discovered sеlf-control (He discovered it this week) This week (Oh, ah)”

This was insane.

Halfway through summer, four weeks after the break up, and you’re single, he decided that his new nickname would be “mr. self control.”

“I’m telling you, he’s doing this on purpose!” You say to the younger siblings sitting in your cabin.

“He wouldn’t know self control if it literally walked up and introduced itself.”

They stare at you, confused but getting the vibe that it’s better not to ask questions.

“Self control is… bad” one says and you nod “it is. Self control is not in Luke's vocabulary.” They nod, a little scared, and you walk out of the cabin.

You need to go to the training ring and hit something.

“That boy is corrupt.”

SMACK.

“Could you raise him to love me, maybe?”

It was a low blow to be praying up to Hermes, but it’s his son and he needs to fix him.

“He sure fucked me up.”

SMACK.

SMACK.

“And yes I'm talking ‘bout your baby.”

The voice in your head turns snotty as you pray.

That's his son.

That's your son Hermes, fix him. Your favorite son is an asshole who decided that he was better off without me. Fix it.

“That boy is corrupt.”

SMACK.

“Get PTSD on the daily. He sure fucked me up.”

SMACK.

SMACK.

Arms shaking, you decide to stop the absolute hell you were raining on the poor test dummy.

The one that's now on the ground with various fake limbs missing.

You cringe and try to prop it up so that no one wonders who’s the weirdo who absolutely demolished a training dummy.

Walking to the showers, towel over your arm, you sigh. Gods above, Luke’s really not leaving your head -and aphrodite help you, no one else is catching your eye.

The water’s hot as you step under it, and close your eyes again, tuning into Herme’s prayers one last time.

“And yes, I'm talking ‘bout your baby.”

[soph5547]

Recon. (Luke Castellan x Reader.) SFW.

Hiiiii this took me forever but I'm happy with it! This can be read as gender-less/any gender reader and if for whatever reason there's a pronoun in it, or smth that alludes to a fem/male reader let me know so i can fix it!

Happy Reading!

WC:878.

The bed is soft, so soft you could sleep forever. It smells like clean laundry and distinctly vacation smell-the one where it’s just off enough you know you’re not at home. The goose feather pillows cradle your head, and the covers lay perfect. 

This was quite literally, the best sleep of your life. 

For once, there was no conch waking you up at half past seven, or little kids wanting comfort, or to talk, or -gods forbid- the slam of a cabin door when fights broke out among siblings. 

Rolling over, you reach for the other side of the bed, the side normally taken up by your very handsome, very sexy, very-

He’s not here. 

You blink your eyes open, and the sun is shining. Shit, what time was it?

The clock on your side says 10am, could be worse. To your defense, sleeping in at camp half-blood was never a thing, so you’re just… getting those hours back. 

Sitting up, the room is at a perfect temperature, and the clear skies from the floor to ceiling windows show off the stunning view of the ocean. 

Only one thing missing, okay maybe two; your boyfriend and a mimosa. You stretch, pjs soft against your skin. The bathroom door was open, so Luke wasn’t in there. 

Weird. 

If he wasn’t in the bathroom, and there wasn’t any morning training he told you about (He tried to keep his mornings open for the two of you to have breakfast together-but sometimes you can’t help things.) 

Sitting in bed, you reach over for your book. If given the chance, why wouldn’t you take a quiet morning to read before heading down to watch demigods train? Also, not that you’d tell Luke, but monsters being so close made you a little worried. 

So sue you, for wanting a second alone. 

The pillows behind you prop your back like a glove, the natural light is in the exact place you need, the book is at just the right point to suck you back in.

A good 45 minutes pass, with a considerable chunk of your book read.

It was quiet. 

Too quiet. 

Slipping from the bed and putting on your slippers, you walk to the area of the suite. 

Again, no Luke. 

Was everything okay? Did something happen? He would have told you, would have woken you up and made sure you were safe before anything. 

While the distant music made the entire thing feel like a vacation, the edges were starting to fray. 

“Luke?” you call out, head popping out to the deck. 

Nothing.

“Luke?” You try again, louder. 

Nothing. 

You throw open the suite doors, ready to start barking orders at the demigods who stand guard outside. (another one of Luke's orders.) 

“Babe?” 

His voice, oh god his voice. It was calm, albeit a bit confused. 

“Luke.” you breathe, and realize just how frazzled you were. “I thought-I-” you swallow. “Hi.” 

He eyes you as he steps closer, now in the doorway with you. “Hi.”

Taking him in, jeans and a navy blue quarter zip, face untouched except from the scar-that quest feels like forever ago. 

The demigods outside the door shift, awkwardly. Luke clears his throat and gestures for you to go back inside the suite. 

“You are okay? Did something happen?” he asks when the doors are shut behind him. “No” you say “No, sorry. I just couldn't find you.” 

His lips quirk “baby, i was gone for an hour and a half.” 

Frowning, you mutter “well how was i supposed to know that.” 

Luke chuckles, and takes you into his arms. “Sorry” his lips meet the crown of your head. “I should have left a note.” 

You nod against him, hands around his torso. “You should have. Where’d you go, anyway?” 

He tenses. You notice. 

“Luke?” 

“Annabeth called.” 

Now you tense up, eyebrows raising. “What?” 

He sighs “she iris messaged me.” 

“Oh.” 

He huffs out a laugh “yeah, oh.” he lets go of you and heads back to the bedroom, where he sits on the edge. You join him. “You’re doing the right thing.” you whisper, hand taking his. “She’s a kid-they’re all kids. Young and dumb and believing in our parents.” 

He shakes his head “I want her to understand. I want her to know I'm doing this for us all.” 

“I know” you coo, “i know. She’ll come around, I’m sure of it. You know how Annabeth gets.” 

Luke hums, falling back onto the bed. “I know.” 

You lay down next to him and take his hand. “This is a good start, she’s reaching out to you.” nosing his cheek, Luke leans into you. “You still care about her, she’s important.” 

He sighs “Not to me-it’s the fleece I want.” 

“I know, that's what i meant. Important to the quest” 

“And I wasn't…caring, when I called her. I’m not the older brother she used to have-not when I’ve seen what I have.” 

You think it over, it was true. Luke left the older brother persona back at camp. 

“Then why the iris message.?” You ask, and his eyes flick to yours. The gold flecks catch the light in a stunning way. They were new, but Luke was still yours despite it.

His lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss. One that is opposite of the words he whispers against you. “That was recon.” 

[soph5547]

Join Us. (Luke Castallen x Fem! Reader.) SFW.

AWWW YEAH BABY GUESS WHO'S BACK AND STILL IN LOVE WITH THE BASTARD HIMSELF.

This is so self indulgent idk sorry? Hope yall enjoy it as much as I do because WOOF i love him.

WC: 971 

The music is blasting, some stupid vacation tune that seems to rally up the middle-aged white women. 

Kids laughing, people talking, water splashing. 

The vibe of the Princess Andromeda was immaculate; it was what everyone wanted from a cruise. 

Monsters roamed covered by the mist, and demigods alike were all relaxing and for the first time, just… being normal. 

The sun was hot, and you were basking in it. 

On a lounge chair with sunglasses on, this was the life. A fun day, a mai tai next to you, a sexy boyfriend upstairs… 

What else did you need? 

Nothing would ruin this- 

“Is that Percy Jackson?" 

Your blood runs cold, you force yourself not to react the way you want to. (which was shooting up and ripping off your sunglasses, and then-screaming.) 

Instead, you blink and turn your head towards the redhead next to you.

Alison Sims, the one who shot an arrow with the precision of only an Apollo kid who trained at Camp Halfblood.

“What?”

She turns to you, her own sunglasses sliding down her nose. “I swear to gods, I saw Percy Jackson.” 

In turn, you look at her over your own sunglasses. “You’re sure?” She sends you a look, one that you pocket to tell Luke about later. 

You and Alison got along fine; she was a couple of years older. Same age as Luke, and boy, did she not let you forget it. Despite her insistence that she didn't, she cozied up to Luke. 

And sure, anyone would if given the chance, he was the lips of Kronos at this point in time. 

But gods damn it, sometimes you can’t stand her. 

“I’m sure.” Alison says, setting down her magazine. “Annabeth was with him too, and that cyclops kid.” 

“Tyson.” His name slips out from between your lips, knowing the same from when Luke was talking about how Posiden claimed him. 

Grabbing your pool bag, and your cover up. “I’m going to Luke, follow those kids.” 

Alison nods, and sits back so she can watch the trio walk around the deck. 

You start to walk away-but come back for your drink. That mai tai is not going to waste.

Walking towards a service elevator,  you throw your cover-up over your bathing suit. You push your sunglasses up and take out your golden card. Tapping it, the doors open, and you head up to Luke’s suite. 

Knocking, one of the demigods opens it. “Hi,” he says and you smile “hi, Luke’s in here?” The demigod nods. 

You walk in as you sip your drink, and Luke’s out on the balcony. “y/n/n.” He says without turning and you hum. “Luke,” 

You join him outside and offer him a sip; his lips quirk. “Another?” you scoff, “don’t judge me. I still have the information about the pina colad-” 

Luke silences you with a sneaky kiss, one that has both of you smiling. “Good one,” you whisper and he chuckles. 

“What brings you up here?” Luke asks as you both come back inside. “Unless of course, you’re here to ogle me?” this time you laugh. “Well, as much as I'd like to… we have a problem.”

That catches his attention. 

“What kind of problem?” Luke's voice lowers into a serious tone. 

“A percy jackson sized problem.” Alison storms in. “him, annabeth and cyclops-” 

“Tyson.” you and Luke correct. 

“Tyson.” she nods. “They’re outside listening.” Alison gets her bow, and the four other demigod kids that followed her all grab their weapons before throwing open the suite doors. 

Like straightens his sweater, and you smooth the white collar over it. “You talk to them.” you say softly “i’ll stand back until we know.” 

He moves towards the door, and you can hear the conversation. Percy and Annabeth are good kids, you spoke to each at length… but this? This was a different environment from camp, in a different age now. 

Finally, after having enough of just listening in on a conversation you should be in, you step out and into the doorway. 

“y/n?” 

Percy and Annabeth both say and Tyson just looks at you. 

“Hi.” You say, and both kids sputter. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Did he force you?” 

“y/n don’t you see-” 

“I’m here on my own free will.” you put your foot down. “I’m here, because I believe in this.” You look over at Luke, who slow blinks. A sign of thanks, of trust. “Luke didn’t force me into anything, if anything, he opened my eyes.” 

Percy interjects “y/n, the gods-” 

“Are already fighting.” Luke steps forward. Percy stops. “...what?” 

“It’s true,” you agree and stand side by side with Luke. “The gods, they’re absent-as usual-but it’s more this time. Don’t you see? The gods have started fighting-the war has started.”

“You’re wrong.” Annabeth’s eyes are intense, but they soften as you look into them.

“Are we?” you ask softly. You didn’t want to rip the poor girl apart or destroy her entire life in one afternoon. “Annabeth, we both know-” 

“I don’t know you anymore,” she spits. Luke’s hand settles on the low of your back, a silent anchor. “You’re right,” you nod, “But you could.” 

“Join us.” Luke says “We have demi-gods here, we’ve got monsters here-we’re all the children of the gods.” 

“Never.” Percy’s back again, Luke sighs. “Don’t you see it, Percy? We’re in a war, now we have to decide what side we’re on.”

Percy refuses to see it, to admit it.

To understand what you and Luke already know. 

“Don’t you see it?” Luke tries again, head held high. 

“See what?” Tyson finally speaks up, his one eye going between everyone in the hallway.

Luke hums, light bouncing off his scar as he kisses his teeth. “The great awakening has already begun.” 

[soph5547]

"In the Library." (Henry Winter X Fem! Reader.) SFW.

Henry Winter x reader.

WC: 776.

The library at Hampton didn’t have many students in it unless it was midterms, finals or the annual assembly of how students should prioritize their health and not smoke on campus. 

Then everyone was busy studying somehow. 

However, the five person table at the back corner, closest to the giant window, was always full. There sat the strange group that no other student dared to speak to-but always spoke about. 

The small group were students of Julien Morrow, the oddball professor with a taste for a Greek tragedy or two, and who only let a small number of students into his classes. Professors hated him, students didn’t care about him and the Dean was neutral since Julien’s paycheck went right back into the school. 

“Charles please,” Camilla sighs at her twin. “You act like this is some sort of torture.”  Groaning and leaning over onto the table, he mutters “Because it is.” 

Books and paper were strewn about on the dark oak table, pens in hands as the group worked through a reading Morrow gave them. “You’re being dramatic.” Henry says, not looking up from his book. “Oh yeah? Where's your homework then?” Charles lifts his head to stare at the black haired boy. “I did it the night it was assigned.” Henry answers.

 “Oh?” Francis tears his eyes away from the window. “I thought you went for dinner that night.” Bunny grins “Oh are the lovebirds fighting?” 

That got Henry’s attention. “No.” He replies evenly, eyes on Bunny. “We aren’t.” 

Bunny just smiles and jabs Charles with his elbow “Trouble in paradise so it seems.” Henry sighs, not falling for the bait. “I don’t have to explain my every waking move to you.” He says as he reopens the book. “I suppose you’re right.” Francis hums, “Though it’s a lot more entertaining than some of the readings.” 

Camila smiles “It’s romantic is what it is.” Bunny hums “Or dirty.” He looks at Henry-who’s face is schooled into a calm expression “Come on champ, give us the dirty details-” 

“Details of what?” A voice asks. You sit down in the spot between Henry and Camilla. 

Henry’s eyes track you as he says “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” 

Charles and Francis hide their laughs by sticking their heads into a textbook and Camilla smiles at the girl “Hello,” You smile back, “Hello, Cam.” You then turns to Henry, who leans in and briskly kisses her cheek “Hello darling.”

 “Hi handsome,” You hums. 

“You two disgust me.” Bunny mutters and You laugh. “Oh Bunny, you just haven’t found the right girl.” He rolls his eyes. Charles gets your attention by asking, “Have you finished the readings?” You nod. “Yes. Henry and I did them the night it was assigned.” 

“Oh, interesting.” Bunny muses, quite dramatically. You raise an eyebrow “... Why?” You turn to Henry, who finally shuts his book with a sigh. “He thinks we’re fighting.” You blinks “What?”

 “He thinks we’re fighting because we were supposed to go to dinner that night.” 

You turn to Bunny “Did you also want to know what time I go to sleep?” You tease “Jesus Bunny, you’re like a parole officer, having to know our every move.” Bunny frowns. “You sound like Henry,” he mutters. 

“So, what were you doing that night?” Francis asks and you shrug “We decided to stay in. Do some homework so we didn’t have to worry about doing it at the last minute like some people.” You grin. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Charles grins “Will you help us?” You nods “Of course….Oh! Hello.” You says abruptly, eyes looking up and everyone follows your gaze.

 A lanky man stands awkwardly. “Hello.” He says, everyone nods politely in greeting. “I’m Richard.” The man goes on, and holds the same textbook under his arm. “I’m uh, new to the class… starting Monday.” 

Henry raises an eyebrow from behind the thick frame of his glasses. “Oh?” He hums, hand reaching for your thigh-Possessive and claiming.

 Bunny rolls his eyes and he takes the new student’s hand in a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Richard old man, welcome to the class. Would you like to have a seat?” Richard blinks and then nods. Another chair is dragged over and Richard sits between Francis and Bunny-who asks him every question under the sun.

“He seems… different then Julien's usual picks.” Henry says quietly into your ear, you nod. “Yes, but Julien’s never been… normal.” Henry hums, a low sound as he agrees. “Oh well, I'm sure he’ll be a good addition.” You whisper, your hand tracing Henry's knuckles. He clicks this tongue. “Only time will tell.” You nod, intertwining their hands “Only time will tell.” 

[soph5547]

Bedtime. Grayson Hawthorne X Fem!Reader, (SFW.)

Grayson Hawthorne X fem reader.

Honestly I tried to write abt the weather in January in Texas, got upset cause why the FUCK is it warm there still and then went down a rabbit hole. ...I still don't like warm weather in January FYI. Also...idk how foundations work okay I’m just a girl. 

WC: 936

January in Texas was not what you were used to, nor was it something you think you’d ever be used to.

However, after living here for close to two years now, it was becoming something for a routine. Speaking of routines, your Monday nights have been riveting since December.

The New Year meant new goals, for yourself and the companies/foundations and charities that the Hawthornes have money in.

Avery and you have been working at a table in a conference room for about six hours now-it was well past closing but the paperwork in front of you didn’t care, and neither did the deadlines.

“My head hurts,” Avery says, and you look up. “Tell me about you,” you rub your eyes.

Make up for both of you was long gone, as were the “business” clothes and heels, thrown into a pile in the corner. The soft sweatsuits and slippers were a welcome change.

“I quit.” Avery says a couple minutes later. “I think I've lost the ability to read.” You laugh “Yeah? No more romance books for you then,” she shoots you a look, smiling. “Yeah yeah,” she stands and you do as well, stretching your back.

The paperwork gets swept into binders and placed into the Hawthorne designated office, before the door’s locked.

“Thank god for private drivers.” You hum, and Avery nods. The elevator down the six floors is dead silent, both of you leaning against the mirrors. “Hi, Phil,” Avery says as she climbs into the backseat of the SUV.

“Hello Miss. Grambs, and miss. l/n.”

“Hi Phil.” You hum.

The drive to the foundation office on a good day (with the traffic of downtown) was half an hour, but now with no one on the road it only took maybe 15 minutes.

Not that you’d know-you fell asleep as soon as Phil started the drive.

You knew you were driving into the massive Hawthorne mansion when the smooth roads turned into crunchy gravel, and the lights got dimmer.

“Hey,” Avery nudged you, “we’re here, come on.” She looks half asleep herself as the two of you get out of the car and walk into the house.

“Good evening.” One of the security guards nods to the two of you. “Hi.” You and Avery say, and begin the trek up the stairs into your wing.

Well, really it was very but when you came in, using up the guest bedroom in there it was decided that it just belonged to the both of you.

“Plus,” Avery had said “what am i gonna do with an entire wing to myself? You make it so much more interesting.” T

hat had been two years ago, and now everyone just knew it was yours as much as Avery's.

The house-for once- was quiet as you walked. “Thank god we changed” you murmur and Avery nods. “I’ve never been happier to see a pair of sweatpants in my life.” you laugh quietly, Avery joining in.

Once it hit midnight, and you two weren't clearly going anywhere-the choice to change seemed obvious. It’s whispered talk between you and her as you walk into the wing.

“All I want is my bed.” You hum, Avery nodding along. “You and me…both…” She trails off.

The door to your bedroom was open.

“Jesus Christ.” you mutter as both of you poke your heads in. Not only was the door open, your TV was on.

“Did you leave it on?” Avery asks, you shake your head. “No, I wouldn't have.”

Taking another couple steps into the room, that's when you see it. A person sized lump in your bed.

Avery grins “Aww that's so cute,” She nudges you “he was waiting for you.” Unable to contain the smile, you just bump her back.

“Well,” she hums, "I'll leave you to it., Goodnight.” You wave “Night, Avery." She leaves your room, shutting the door behind her.

The TV remote was on Grayson's side of the bed, so you tip toe over, turning it off before climbing into bed.

“Hmm?” The sound is low, still half asleep. “Hi gray,” You whisper “I’m home, go back to sleep.” He blinks a couple times. “You’re home late, what time is it?” He asks and you turn to look at the alarm clock. “Almost 3:30.”

“AM?” He’s awake now “Why the hell were you there so late? Don’t they know-”

“gray.” you say softly “I’m tired, can we talk about this tomorrow?”

He looks at you in the dark, the outline of your exhausted expression and nods. “Yeah” he says “of course, come here.” he opens his arms.

Your head rests against his chest and the soft sleep material of his shirt. “I didn’t think you’d be in my bed.” you whisper, gray’s arms tighten around you. “I missed you.” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

You smile, trying to keep the goofy grin off your face by tucking yourself closer to him. “You did?” you ask, he chuckles. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

This time you don’t stop the smile, or the laugh.

“Too late.” you muse, “Grayson Hawthorne missed me so much he fell asleep in my bed.” You say "that's going straight to my head.” he pretends to be annoyed, but you can feel the smile he’s wearing as he kisses the top of your head. “Of course it is.” he says with a dramatic sigh. You both laugh.

“Goodnight gray” you whisper and he hums, “goodnight.” 

[soph5547]

McDonalds. Grayson Hawthorne x Fem!Reader.

Notes: Grayson Davenport Hawthorne IS my husband, and I will not shut up about him. Anyway, this is a Fem x reader, and she (you) wears heels, so there's that. I don't think i missed anything, but let me know!

PS. suspend your disbelief, this is my version of Grayson, and he's just a pookie, idk what to tell you.

WC: 806!

Since Avery inherited almost… everything from the Hawthornes, and since she invited you to come and stay with her (for what was supposed to be a few months but slowly turned into a year, and now you just live at the house.)You two have done nothing but solve mysteries, swoon over the three oldest grandsons and do paperwork.

Now that it’s all over, there’s finally a lull in mystery solving.

Avery and Jameson are together, and you can focus on other things: paperwork and Grayson Hawthorne.

Second-oldest grandson, and the sexy blonde who takes up too much of your headspace, as well as actual bed space.

It was cute three months ago, when you two were just friends with benefits behind everyone’s back, but Avery's smart, and you’re loud, so now everyone knows.

She also knew when he became your boyfriend-boyfriend because again, you two can’t shut up for the love of god.

It’s late-the numbers for the foundation you’re working on are swimming in front of you. The four cups of coffee are not doing anything to help; in fact, they’re making you more sleepy.

You blink, and suddenly it’s been 10 minutes. Your head is on the table, and the pencil’s on the ground. “Oh my god,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes.

Your phone’s gone off- a driver texts. “I’m here whenever you’re ready, Miss. l/n.”

Even the phone screen swims in front of you.

Taking that as your cue, you pack up your bag and head downstairs. Your heels click on the otherwise silent floor, everyone in offices or at home. Once you get downstairs and through the doors, the black SUV is in front and the driver’s standing outside.

“Hello Phil,” you say, and he nods, “hello, miss. l/n.” Opening the door for you, you slide in. Rubbing your face, you sigh. It’s so nice to finally be able to rub your mascara-clad eyes.

“Hello,”

You startle and whip around to the other seats. “What the-Grayson?”

The blonde man sits, wearing his signature grey suit. “Hi.” He says again, you smile. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t even see you.” He nods, warm hand tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re tired, it’s okay.”

With the simple sentence, he’s got you clocked.

“God,” you mutter, “is it that easy to tell? I was hoping I hid it better than that.” At the comment, Grayson shrugs, “I’m sure you did, I just know you better.” You give him a tired smile. “True."

With the driver partition up, Grayson slides closer to you, and in turn, you lean on him.

Having learned that Grayson doesn’t care about his suit if you’re the one messing it up, you curl into him. His arms hold you, hand stroking your hair.

“Sometimes,” you whisper into his neck, “I feel like an idiot." His arms tighten. “Everyone’s just so much better with this than I am.”

He rubs your arm and lets you stay tucked into him. “Sweetheart,” he hums, “You’re smart. More than you realize, and in all sorts of areas.”

You sigh, “not in the area that matters. I’m so tired of thinking and working with numbers, my head hurts.”

Grayson rubs your back, his large palm producing enough warmth to settle the knot in your chest. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “How about we stop and get food?”

“Fast food?” you ask, still inside his arms. “...whatever you want,” he finally says. You smile and take your face out of his neck, your eyes meeting his grey ones. “McDonald's?”

Grayson’s nose scrunches, and you watch the back and forth in his head before he slowly nods. “If that's what you want, I'd buy the entire franchise.”

Knowing that he wasn’t even joking, you kiss his cheek in victory. “You’re the best gray,” you hum, and he winks, “I know.”

Grayson knocks on the partition, it goes down. “Yes, Mr. Hawthorne?” Phil asks, and Gray squeezes your hand. “Closest McDonald's drive-through.” Phil nods, “Send me the order.”

The screen goes back up, and gray settles back. You instantly fall back on his chest.

Through the tinted glass, you can see when Phil’s pulled into the drive-through, then the smell of French fries flows through the car.

Even Grayson sighs.

“God,” he grins, boyish. The one he only shows you. “That smells so good.”

Phil takes down the screen and passes a bag back to us. “It’s okay,” you say, “we can wait till we get home.” Phil looks at you through the rearview mirror. “It’s fries, go ahead and eat them. I know you both want to.” Grayson hums and takes the bag.

The screen goes up.

He pulls you back against him, too close to even consider personal space and together you two munch on perfectly salty McDonald's fries.

[soph5547]

My Man on Willpower. (Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader) SFW.*

Tehe, I told you that MBF was all I could think of.

*So, it's *technically* SFW, but there are talks of sex, oral (m & f) and overall teenagers thinking they're gonna die cause they haven't had sex in a week. (These count as the warnings, too.)

Again, not edited cause I'm a student and can't be bothered!

WC: 1k

Luke was an older camper now. He was responsible, reasonable and helpful. He made sure the younger campers were taken care of, and the older campers were treated like they wanted to be: An adult. 

Did he think some of them were growing up too fast? Sure, but that comes with being a Demi-god. 

Luke picks and chooses his battles with the keen eye of a swordsman. He’s always one step ahead of his enemy. 

And right now, his enemy was Y/n’s lacy pj set. 

He walks into Herme's cabin, ready to just shower and then sleep but there you are. Smoking hot, with a teasing little smile on your face. 

Fuck. 

“Hey you,” You hum, painted nails playing with the lace trim of your shorts. “I haven’t seen you all day.” 

Luke huffs out a laugh “Sorry baby, I was so busy I haven’t had time to even think-let alone sneak out for a second.” 

You hum, nodding slowly. More to yourself than anything. “All good,” You muse, still laying across his bed. “Come to bed?” You ask, smiling. 

Luke scrubs a hand down his face. “I have to shower first.” You sit up straight now, sexy pose be damned. “Okay.” You say “yeah of course, go shower.” 

Luke leaves and you groan into his pillow. Gods forbid you want one night with your sexy boyfriend. 

He’s busy, he’s workin’, he doesn’t have time for me. My slutty pajamas not temptin’ him in the least

You lay there as he presses a kiss to your forehead. Your FOREHEAD. Luke used to not be able to leave the room without kissing you properly and now he’s kissing your forehead? This is hell. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. 

Luke leaves, not sparing a glance to the lace riding up your hips or how it exposes the last love bite from him. 

A week. 

It was a week ago you two had a sleepover and clearly it was affecting you, and not him. Right before he’d been asked to be head camper for Hermes. 

What in the fucked up romantic dark comedy is this nightmare lately?

You loved him, you really did, but Luke was not a nonchalant guy. He loved loud and he made sure campers knew you were taken.

So this….willpower he’s showing rubs you the wrong way. 

My man on his willpower is something I don’t understand. He fell in love with self restraint and now it’s gettin’ out of hand. 

Luke comes back, curls damp and sweatpants on. He crawls into bed next to you, and hums against your skin. 

Yes, you think, yesss this is it! I over reacted-

“Goodnight.” he whispers against your skin and turns around. 

Your eyes widen and stare at his back. The fucker turned around?!

Luke used to cling to you like a stage five koala and now you’re treated to his (very sexy) back? Oh no. 

He used to be literally obsessed with me. Now I'm the least sought after girl in the land. 

The night goes fast, and the next day you amp it up. Tiny shorts, teasing smiles and winks. 

Nothing. 

It’s like talking to a wall. 

You complain to your cabinmates, moaning about how you haven’t been laid in a week and you think it’s driving you nuts. “I don’t even know if he likes me anymore.” You mumble, face in your hands. 

“Uh, Y/n?” One of the girls says and you sigh. “What?” You lift your head and she points behind you. 

You turn your head, and Luke stands there, flowers in hand. 

“Oh no.” You whisper and get up. “Luke-”

“You think I don’t like you?” He asks, hurt on his face. “Y/n, I thought you knew me better than that?” 

All your friends take this as a sign to head out and then it’s just you and Luke at the picnic table. “You ignored me yesterday.” You point out softly “in your cabin.” 

Luke sighs “I was tired, y/n/n.” You bite your lip “I know, I'm sorry. I just…You got head camper and now you’re so busy you don’t even look at me! I came in yesterday wearing those-” 

“Those fucking pjs.” He finishes “I Know.” 

You stay silent. 

“Those lace ones,” he mutters, “The evil ones.” 

“Evil?” 

“Yeah, evil," he nods. “It took all my self-restraint to not rip them off you.”

You shake your head, “Then why didn’t you? I was quite literally asking for it!” 

“Because if I give in to you,” he comes around the picnic table. “I will spend the rest of the summer either between your legs or in you, and as head camper, I have things I need to do.” 

You blink, and heat rises to your cheeks. “So you ignored me?” 

Luke takes your waist in his large hands. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you’re losing me. But I knew if I let myself have you during my first week as head camper, I wasn't going to be head camper much longer.”

Your hands go to his shoulders “I distract you.” You murmur and he nods “Like you wouldn’t believe.” 

You both stare and then laugh. “Gods I thought you were tired of me.” You confess and Luke’s hand soothes up and down your back. “No baby, I could never grow tired of you.” 

“Well, you hum. It’s Friday,” Luke looked confused, and you smiled. “It’s been a full week of you being head camper, and you get weekends off…” 

You trail off, looking at him through your lashes. 

Luke groans, almost like he’s in pain and bends down to throw you over his shoulder. You laugh and let him carry you to the Herme’s.

Everyone was out for the afternoon, and the familiar click of the lock echoed in the room. 

“If I lose head camper-” 

“I’ll give you head to make up for it.” You tease, and Luke's eyes darken.

“Deal,” he says fast, and then sets you on the bed.

“You have a week to make up for.” You tease him and he kneels in front of you, hand on your knee.

“I know,” he murmurs, hand sliding up your thigh. “That's seven for you,” he hums, and you look at him with a small grin. 

You’re in for a long afternoon. 

[soph5547]

"When Did You Get Hot?" (Luke Castellan X fem!Reader.) SFW.

I've had MBF on repeat since it came out, so this is a direct result of that.

Luke X reader.

WC: 1.4K

It's like half edited, I'm in class rn so I gotta be sneaky. #grindneverstops

Summer break had just started, and the demigod children were making their way to Camp Half-Blood, excited for the two-month break where they get to mess around with their friends and learn tips and tricks to survive out in the world. 

Cordelia Cresswell stood off to the side, in an orange camp t-shirt, as she chatted alongside other campers.

Julie and Jaime, daughters of Athena and Demenor, stood next to each other talking about their months off from camp.

A couple of boys run past, already causing havoc for poor Chiron. The centaur already looked like he wanted to take a day off, and Mr. D was following behind with a can of Diet Coke in his hand. 

Once all the campers, both new and returning, had settled in, the annual “first night at camp” dinner was in session.

Campers ate wherever they wanted that night, with friends in their own cabin, with friends in other cabins, on the grassy hills overlooking the rest of camp. Anywhere was accessible. 

Cordelia was walking over to Jaime and Julie, along with a few others from various cabins, but since they’d all arrived at the same time, they were close friends. 

"Now I'm at the prospect convention, My friends walk in your friends' direction."

Jaime gets the attention of a few campers from Hermes-boys they’d known for years- and Cordelia doesn’t pay them much attention as she sits down.

The boys all come over and make themselves at home right along with the girls, the group much larger than it was before. “Hey, Cor!" One says, and her head lifts.

“Hi, Travis!" she smiles. “How was your school year?” he shrugs, “Same old same old.” She nods, “Same here, nothing crazy.” 

"Said, "Sabrina, don't you know Devin?" And I was like, Huh."

“Luke! Come here!” Travis waves his arm, and a curly-haired, tall boy walks over.

Effortless.

That was the first word to come to mind when he walked with his tray in one hand and the other in his pocket.

Julie and Jaime giggle while Cordelia talks to Conner now, who interrupts to say, “Cordelia, you remember Luke?”  She nods. Of course, she did.

He was a lanky kid. Funny and kind, but a little rough around the edges. She smiles as she looks up. “I do.” 

"When did you get hot? All of a sudden I could look you up and down all day. When did you get hot? I think I would remember if you had that face." 

Holy shit.

Cordelia has to stop herself from dropping her jaw.

Luke Castellan, who was always a little cute, was suddenly smoking hot. Onyx curls, brown eyes and a panty-dropping smirk. When in the world did he get hot?

It’s clear the other girls are thinking the same. Julie and her make eye contact and both girls grin at each other.

“Hi Luke,” Cordelia says, and Luke smiles at her, still boyish and kind. “Hi Cordelia.” The way her name falls off his lips as she smiles like an idiot. Luke sits next to her, and his gods damn cologne makes her melt. 

"Congratulations on your new improvements."

Over the course of the next week or so, Cordelia slowly started to notice how much everyone seemed to realize Luke got hot.

Girls from her cabin were giggling about him at night, and others stared when he walked around camp.

“Sooooo,” Jaime pops up before Cordelia and hooks arms with her. “You seem to be making googoo eyes at him.”

Cordelia looks at the girl, “Who?”

Jaime laughs, “Luke, silly!”

Cordelia’s cheeks go red. “Jaime!” The raven-haired girl cackled, “It’s true! You seem to have been staring at him a lot.”

Cordelia bumps her hip into Jaime’s. “Can you blame me? He’s gotten so good-looking!”

Both girls giggle as they walk along the path to the lake, the sun high in the sky over the camp. 

"I bet your light rod's like bigger than Zeus'"

The sun beat down on the camp, and Cordelia stood with her cabin as she waited for her turn in the training ring.

Of course, Luke was teaching (he wasn’t the best swordsman for nothing.)

Sweat dripped down her neck, and it was clear the other Aphrodite girls were feeling the heat as well, since many had cool towels on their necks or were dabbing their foreheads with one.

The only person who seemed to not mind the heat was Luke, who, in an act of pure sex, pulled his camp t-shirt over his head.

Biceps bulge and Cordelia’s eyes were blessed to see the abs he definitely DIDN’T have last summer.

He was tone, and Luke knew it.

Going back to teaching like it was nothing, those worn-out jeans slid lower on his hips until the band of his boxers was visible.

And below that was the outline of-

She chugs the rest of her water bottle to try to get rid of the blush.

When she turns back, Luke catches her watching, and the fucker has the nerve to wink at her!

“Come on, Cor,” he twirls the sword, “Come show me how it’s done.” 

"Hey, wait, can you lift my car with your hand?"

After the… training incident, Cordelia avoided Luke at all costs cause gods forbid she blurts out anything embarrassing.

What doesn’t stop, though, is how their friend group is just one big one by the third week of camp.

Now, since camp was… camp, the older kids got restless.

This restlessness led to a lake party on the one day off.

Booze was smuggled in, speakers played music, and everyone was in a bathing suit. Cordelia sat with Julie and Jaime in a tiny pink bikini, her camp necklace glinting against the sun.

She had already told both girls about training and how good-looking Luke was, so they gossiped.

“Come in the water!” Conner called for the three girls, and Jaime was off without another word while Julie and Cordelia watched.

“Go, Jules, I’ll be there in a bit.” Cordelia smiles as she sips at her cooler.

Julie grins and looks behind Cor before walking off.

“Not going in the water?” a voice asks, and Cor whirls around.

Luke smirks behind her.

Shirtless, arms crossed and in low swim trunks.

“I was going to suntan, why?”

Luke rolls his eyes. “You have all summer to tan, come in the water.”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Nice try-OH MY GODS.”

One second she’s upright, and the next she’s thrown over Luke’s shoulder and is heading to the water.

Trying to be upset about it, Cordelia smacks his back, “Put me down!”

“Nope.”

“Luke!” The girl cries out, but laughs anyway. 

At this angle, she can feel his muscles under her and how he just picks her up like it’s nothing. “Gods above,” she mutters to herself as Luke keeps a tight hold on her. “I’m so screwed.” 

"You were an ugly kid, but you're a sexy man."

“You weren’t weird.” Cordelia laughs later that night, sitting around a campfire at the base of the lake.

She and Luke were the only ones still awake.

“I was,” he says, “it’s okay, you can admit it.” he teases, she smiles.

“Maybe just a bit,” she giggles, and he chuckles.

Their arms brush, and she hums, “You were always nice though, you weren’t an asshole.”

She watches the shadows from the fire bounce around his face, catching on his jaw. “Yeah,” he muses, “at least there's that.”

He looks at her, “but you were never mean either.” Cordelia shrugs, “I had my moments.”

“Didn’t we all?” Luke asks, “No one’s perfect.”

It goes quiet again, and the two just sit side by side.

Their arms are still touching, and Luke yawns, stretching his arms over his head. Cordelia’s heart skips, and her stomach drops as Luke drapes his arm over her shoulders.

“Smooth,” she mumbles, and he laughs, pulling her closer. “That was cringe,” he says, and she nods, “It was.”

They both laugh, and Cordelia hums. “You had a glow up this summer.”

He nods, “I know.”

“You know?” Luke smirks, “I started to work out more, and I finally grew.”

She nods slowly, “That's true, but you weren’t ugly before.”

Luke hums, “What am i now?” He looks at her, “Come on, Cor, tell me.” She giggles and has a surge of confidence as she presses her lips to his.

“You’re handsome now,” she whispers as he cups her cheek. “Or sexy, depending on who you ask.” He laughs against her lips, then kisses her again.

[soph5547]

"Dinner." (Henry Winter x Fem!Reader.) SFW.

Henry Winter x Fem!reader.

WC: 930.

TW: Mentions of Wine/alcohol in a dinner setting. Absolutely not "politically accurate" Henry Winter, I like my men sad and pathetic-which is this. A teeny tiny allusion to smut (I'm talking one sentence)

Henry Winter was straight forward. He was to the point, no buffering words, no sugar-coating. 

Just him, and the no nonsense that he bleeds. 

What he wasn't, however, was good at telling you how he feels. This should be easy, he should look at you and just let the words fall from his lips in perfectly curated sentences like he does in class. 

How could he when she walked by and he got a slight hint of your perfume? How could he possibly put into words how his chest tightens when you chew on the end of your pen and your lipstick transfers? 

And how, on god's green earth, could he focus on the conversation when you show up to the twin’s Sunday dinner in a silk dress that clings to your curves like it was made for you? Henry was not a simple man. He's full of Greek and Latin, of translations in forgotten languages. He was the epitome of a raised eyebrow, of a challenge. 

Oh, but that night, he was reduced to no simpler than a cave man. Henry felt like he just witnessed fire for the first time, how the brains he was known for slid out from his ears that night. 

Henry Winter was utterly crushing.

Hard.

You knew, of course you did. He did not hide it the way he thought he did, and you didn’t have the heart to burst Henry's bubble. You watched as he sat closer to you after that dinner, his hand brushed yours more often than not, and he always seemed to watch you as you spoke to the other men in the class. 

Walking out of class one dreary day, Henry stops you. “Care to come to dinner tonight?” He asks, and you smiles. “I’d love to, at your house?” He nods “Yes. At mine.” You hum “What time?”

 “Seven.” Henry answers evenly and you nod. “See you at seven.” 

Seven for Henry, came much too fast. The clock struck and there was already a knock. He opens it, sleeves pushed to his elbows. “Hello,” You smile, red wine in hand. “Hello,” Henry opens the door further and welcomes you in. It’s quiet, you doesn’t say it-but Henry knows you're thinking it. 

“Looking for the others?” Henry asks quietly, trying to gauge you reaction. “No,” you muse. “Not unless you’re hiding someone in here.” Your lips quirk up and Henry hums. “Sorry to disappoint.” He drawls “No one else is here.” 

“I wouldn’t say it’s disappointing,” You shrug, reaching for the bottle opener. “Tell me Henry, what's for dinner?” He hands you two wine glasses, “A secret.” He answers as you fill the wine up to a polite amount, before handing his glass to Henry. His lips set in the almost invisible smile-the one only you see. “Thank you.” he says and they both take a sip. “Go sit,” he ushers you with a hand to your lower back. “Dinner will be done in a moment.” 

You smile, and sits down. The table is set for two. A candle sets the mood. You try to hide your delighted smile-though you have a hard time. “Voilà.” Henry puts your plate down, roasted chicken, potatoes and beans. “Thank you,” You hums. “It smells delicious.” He sits and puts his napkin on his lap “It’s nothing,” he waves her off. 

They eat, quiet conversation paired with good wine and good company. Company who looks breathtaking-if you were alive in the Greek times Henry swears they’d be reading about your beauty in class. 

Hell, even now Henry wants to read about your beauty, maybe write it himself. He’d never give you enough credit though, never do you justice. “Did you cook this yourself?” You ask and Henry nods “Yes, though I admit I called Camilla in a panic once or twice.” You smiles, “It’s very good Henry, you’re a wonderful cook.” He waves her off once more. 

“Henry,” You say again, his name sliding off your lips-lips that he’d been staring at all night. “Mm?” 

“Is this a date?” You say, not unkindly. Henry blinks. Yes, it was a date to him-hell he could have proposed at that very moment-but he just shrugs in his usual way. “Would you like it to be?” He asks, fork scraping against the dessert plate. “I asked you first. It’s unlike you to avoid questions.” 

God above you had a point. He was losing his mind. “Yes.” Henry replies stiffly. “This is a date.” You nod “Wonderful, I was beginning to think red wine was a bit too scandalous for a friend's dinner.” He blinks once more, blue eyes framed behind his glasses. You smile-like you’d let him in on a secret. “I should have taken you out.” He says suddenly, and you looks up from your tart. “But our friends-they’re nosy-well, actually it’s just Bunny. The man’s incredibly nosy you see-” 

You got up, and Henry’s jaw snapped shut. He’d blown it, his once chance to see you in a light different from all the rest. You walk out of the room, no doubt to get your coat and leave-

You walk back in. Two fingers of the scotch he drinks in the crystal glass he always drank out of. “Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.” 

Only you. Henry scoffs to himself before taking a gulp of whiskey. “You’re a goddess,” He says bluntly. “One in plain sight.” You sit back down, and Henry breathes a bit easier. “Well then,” You cross one stocking clad leg over the other “You can worship me later.” 

[soph5547]

“Blood stains and the only time Bunny doesn’t look close enough to notice.” (Henry Winter x Fem!Reader.) SFW.

Henry Winter x fem!reader.

Sorry not sorry this book is probs one of my favs now.

This is also my first "second person" (You/Yours perspective) so please just go with it, also not proofread cause we die like men.

Get ready for a few fics of Henry Winter cause I love a pathetic man (not that I'm apologizing for him-I know what he did.)

WK: 818

TW: Talk of death, blood on characters, overall weirdness from all these fucking characters, bunny being an asshole.

The piano provided a haunting melody as Francis’s hands wobbled back and forth between the keys, the ivory and black a stark contrast to the red under his fingernails. Red sank between the lines of his hands, his forearms, each in a different state of drying.

 From behind him, the running of tap water was heard, as you had Camilla bent over the sink in the bathroom, scrubbing at the red blood that dyed the blonde underneath. Beside them, Charles and Henry busied themselves with the burning cloth in the fireplace. 

“Doesn’t work.” Said Henry's landlady when asked a long time ago, but Henry proved her wrong. 

Your eyes were prominent behind the red that splattered against your face, now a dark brown as it dries and flakes. Henry's gray eyes meet yours, a silent conversation happening with a deep, mournful melody in the back due to Francis's methodical playing. 

Everything was going to plan, as much as it could after being turned upside down by the-

Somewhere in the house a dorm slams and the piano promptly stops. 

The apartment turns eerily quiet, footsteps wander further towards them, sloppy and uneven.

 Bunny. 

Just as he turns the corner, Francis picks up his whiskey and Charles slams the bathroom door shut to hide the two girls still covered in blood and momentarily mute.

“Hello to all,” Bunny slurs, two left feet sending him into the wall. Henry’s eyes flick to the blood on the side of the white column but thankfully in his state, Bunny pays it no mind. 

“Hello Bunny.” Henry greets, voice level, calm. 

“Hi Bun,” Francis says, glass back on the piano and fingers warbling out a simple scale, over and over. 

Bunny goes to the couch, feet propped up on the table. 

Henry’s eye twitches. 

“Say, what's got the whole house quiet?” Bunny talks “Twin’s cars outside, and her jackets in the hall.” 

The two men share a look, before Charles’s voice cuts in “We’re here Bunny.” He leans against the bathroom door, where you and Camila poke their heads out. “Good god Cam!” Bunny’s booming voice seems to shake the house “Is this a failed attempt to become a red head?” 

The girl, still mute, just smiles.

 “Funny Bun.” Henry covers flatly, stepping towards him. “Don’t be so welcoming.” Bunny mutters, distaste clear. “You’re all having a party without me.” 

“We’re not.” Your voice is soft but cracked-like you hadn’t spoken in a while and almost forgot how. 

Henry’s eyes were drawn to you like a magnet, he was never able to look away when you spoke. 

Not in English, or Greek, or Latin, or when you got drunk and revered to the Italian that Henry never understood but liked to hear anyway. 

“Aren’t you supposed to dye someone’s hair with gloves?” Bunny asks her and you looks down at your hands, red. “You’re right.” was the even reply “I must have forgotten.” 

Bunny hums, thumbing through the magazine left on the table by you and Camila. “Alright little girl.” he simply says.

You glare at the nickname but Bunny doesn’t pay mind. “Brain fog happens to us all from time to time-Jesus is that what girls are wearing these days?” He goes on and on about the fashion choices as the rest share glances. 

What was to happen now? 

How would they get Bunny out of the house without becoming suspicious? 

“Bunny,” Henry drawls. “It’s rather late, don’t you think?”

 Looking up from the magazine, the blonde nods.  “You’re right. You don’t mind if I spend the night here, do you champ?” 

Henry's eye goes again, a telltale sign he’s about had it for the night with the man on his couch. 

“Actually I do-” 

“Really Henry, throwing out your oldest friend to the wolves like this?” Bunny throws an arm over his eyes, collapsing onto the couch. 

“Rabbit.” 

The old taunting nickname flows off Henry's lips, “Time to go home.” 

Bunny peeks out from under his arm and sighs, throwing vulgar Latin names towards the black haired man as he gets up. 

“Goodbye Bunny.” Francis waves from the piano bench “See you in class.” 

The twins both say quiet goodbyes and you kiss Bunny’s cheek in a departing gesture. 

You swallows as the red on her hands transfers to his button down but Henry’s heavy hand on your back stops you from apologizing. 

Bunny shows himself out, and when the door shuts the room feels like there’s air in it once more. 

“We’re completely screwed.” Charles comments as you wraps a comforting around over Camilla’s shoulders and lead her back into the bathroom. 

“Yes.” Henry nods, eyes fixed on the hallway Bunny disappeared down. “We are.” 

“What will we do now?” You ask, hands gently working through the knotted hair as Camilla sits between your legs.

 “Isn’t it clear?” Henry asks, wiping the blood off the column. “Bunny must go.” 

[soph5547]

He was a punk, she did ballet. Luke Patterson X Fem!Reader. SFW.

Luke Patterson x fem! reader.

Based off the Avril Lavigne song tehe.

WC: 2.5k

Evelyn's pov:

1994:

"I am so sorry I'm late! Rehearsal went overtime today!" I say as I burst into the Patterson's garage.

I see the four boys that make up 4/5's of the band 'Sunset Curve' lying on the ground, the couch or sitting up on the loft.

"Again?" Luke asks turning his head.

"Well yeah I mean, its kinda hard to leave when your in the middle of a jete." I joke, putting down my dance bag.

"This is the third rehearsal." Bobby points out.

"I know, and I'm so sorry. Guys I really am."

Alex nods from his spot on the floor. "We know Eve, don't worry." I nod, biting my lip.

"Well, we can practice now." I say, watching as Reggie comes down from the loft.

"We can, or you can explain this." He says, handing me a binder.

"Oh no." I whisper as I leaf through it and see all my dance scholarship applications.

And the many papers and brochures on the Paris Opera Ballet School.

"I can explain..." I start.

"Were you going to tell us? now you want to go to Paris for dance, what happened to being in the band?"

Luke stands, I can tell how pissed he is from where I stood by the doors.

"I.... I was thinking it over and I came to the conclusion that you don't need me in the band." I stutter out.

"I know you guys can do it on your own, I'm dragging us down with the constant not showing up or showing up late."

Alex stands up and I notice how he looks like he belong in a rock and roll band, so does Bobby, Reggie and of course Luke.

"We want you in the band though, Eve you make us sunset curve." Reggie says.

"No I don't. You guys make us sunset curve, I came later. I'm able to leave and nothing would change. If Alex left you don't have another drummer, if Reggie left who does bass? All I'm just saying I sing, but so does everyone else. Maybe I need to do something else."

The boys stand there in silence, I pick up my dance bag and before I leave I turn to say:

"By the way, we perform on the 15th if you guys want to come. I know its ballet and its boring for some but I'm the lead dancer this year. I worked hard on this and I want you all to be there so.... I left tickets in the house if you want them."

THE NIGHT OF THE 15TH

"They aren't coming are they?"

I ask myself as I look out into the audience from the wings, My tutu and corset hitting the curtain as I step back.

"Eve you better go put on your shoes!" My best friend Tina comes up to me, I look back at her and nod.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"Uh uh, don't pull that 'nothing' bullshit. I know you better then anyone. There is so something going on with you." I look at Tina as we enter our dressing room.

"The boys found out about my dance school applications and the Paris opera." I tell her.

I sit down and grab my pointe shoes.

"Oh my gosh, how did they react?" Tina sits on the ground next to me.

"Luke was super angry, Reggie was mad that I never said anything. Alex was quiet and bobby didn't say anything." I shrug and tie up my left shoe.

"What did you say when they found out?" Tina asks.

"That I'm really not needed in the band. I mean I'm not, I only sing." Tina looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Eve you are not just a singer! Girl you command attention when your on stage, and the boys will see that tonight."

"If they come." I pout.

Tina shakes her head and helps me stand up after I was done tying up my right shoe.

"Come on, your our lead dancer tonight. Let it all go, feel the music. You are going to kill it."

I lean my head on her shoulder. "Thank you, for everything." Tina smiles.

"Anytime eve, anytime."

We take one last look in the mirror before going to chalk our pointe shoes up and get ready to go on stage.

I take one last look at the audience and see that my family was there, extended and all. They were coming back to my house of a party to celebrate my dance success.

Four seats in the third row were empty, Tina comes over and sees what I'm looking at. "Come on, lets go show everyone how we do things here."

Its about half an hour into the show as I make my way across the stage in a series of Pirouettes.

Every time I would look out into the audience those four seats were always empty, and I tried not to let it effect my smile while I danced but it faltered a little bit more every time.

I knew better then to let the audience see it though, people from all over the world of dance were here to watch the studio.

As I turn into a grand jete I spot one boy walking calmly into the third row, I see that its bobby and smile.

At least one boy showed up.

Bobby waves slightly and I grin at him to let him know that I see him.

I do a few more turns and then I go off stage to do my 10 Fouetté's for the finale.

I take a breath and re chalk up my shoes, I had about a minute left before I go on stage so I take another look at the seats where Bobby was.

Then I spot three boys running and speed walking through the aisle and pushing each other to sit beside Bobby.

Beside Bobby...

"Oh my god."

I cover my mouth and can feel the excitement in my stomach, its like a million butterflies.

"They came!" I mouth to Tina on the other side of the curtain. "They did!" She grins.

I hear the finale music and I start to dance on stage again, I ended up doing 15 Fouetté's instead of ten. The mood of the crowd changed when I landed them all, it was like everyone let out a sigh of relief that I didn't hurt myself or fall.

I do a few more moves and then I end in a arabesque, balancing on my pointe shoes.

The curtain drops and Tina is the first to run out and hug me. "I'm so happy!" She cries "Me to!" I pull her in for another hug.

"And they came!" I shout with glee, "They did!" Tina shouts with me, making us laugh.

We get off the stage and the curtain rises for the bows, class by class goes and when it gets down to my class -the seniors- everyone is clapping and shouting.

I share a grin with Tina as the class leaves the stage, letting me walk on alone.

I walk on and the cheers get 10 times louder, people are on their feet the second I step on stage.

I smile and curtsy, a little girl walks out and hands me a bouquet of roses.

"Thank you!" I say and take one last look at the standing ovation I got.

Luke, Alex, and Reggie are screaming, jumping over each other and clapping while Bobby stands with a huge smile on his face while he claps.

The curtain closes again.

AT THE HOUSE PARTY

"You were insane, I've never seen you dance like that!" Tina says as I walk into the front door.

Everyone was already here, I had taken Tina in my car.

We still had on our make up and hair from the performance but I changed into black ripped jeans, a black bando top and a red leather jacket. I had on a pair of slippers cause my feet were killing me, but if I go out I'll put on a pair on ankle boots.

"Thank you, I mean I followed what you said. Feel the music." I shrug, we make our way up the stairs and when my family sees me they all shout.

I give everyone a hug and a thank you as they complement my dancing, I set the bouquet of roses in a vase in my room, taking the time to breathe.

"You were amazing."

I turn and see the boys standing in the doorway, "Honestly, you were incredible." Luke smiles, and opens his arms.

I walk over and wrap my arms around his neck, his arms going over my waist.

"I'm so proud. I'm so sorry I got mad."

I shake my head "Its ok."

I move onto Reggie next who looks like he's going to cry.

"You have to get in to any of those dance programs, your next level." I laugh, hugging the leather wearing boy.

Alex doesn't say anything, he just pulls me into the tightest hug I've never shared with him, I could feel him take a shuttering breath and I give him another squeeze.

Bobby is next and when I hug him he whispers "They boys cried when you took your bows, we are all so proud."

I pull back, holding onto his hands. "Thank you."

My mom opens the door and when she sees Luke, Alex, Reggie and Bobby her eyes narrow.

"What are you doing here?" She sneers.

"We saw Eve's performance, we just wanted to say how amazing she was." Luke explains.

"Her name is Evelyn, not 'Eve'. and her performance was a masterpiece. She's going to get into Paris Opera and leave that little no good band of yours."

I shoo my mom out of the room and shut my door again.

I lean against it with my eyes closed.

"Evelyn..." Alex starts "No, my name is Eve. don't start using my full name."

I feel someone pull me off the door and into their arms, I recognized the smell of pine and cinnamon as Luke.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why she's like this... tonight of all night." I say.

I see all the boys shrug "Nothing we can't take. Come on, we can take you out with Tina after all this." Reggie offers, I nod.

I walk out of my room.

"Hey, Tina. The boys are gonna take us out after. Make sure your ready to leave in about 10." She nods

"Awesome! I can't wait." I smile

"Wonderful! Now can you keep my mom away from the boys, she's not doing her best at pretending to like them."

Tina sighs. "What did she say now?"

I wave my hand "I'll explain later." Tina shrugs "Alright, I'll be waiting."

"Eve! You did wonderful as always!" My cousin Samantha smiles.

"Thank you!"

She notices how on edge I am and looks over to see my mom eyeing up the boys.

"Oh don't listen to her. Whatever she says is a lie about those boys." Samantha was the only person in my family who fully supported me being in a rock band, and I loved her for it.

"come on lets get you a drink."

She leads me over to the drinks table.

"Oh Evelyn! I haven't seen you yet, how are you?" My aunt comes over and gives me a hug, "I'm doing amazing, and yourself?"

My aunt sighs. "I've been better! But back to you? How is school? any boys? ....are you still in the horrendous band?"

Samantha takes a sip of her drink and walks away, leaving me to deal with my aunt.

I sigh "School is wonderful! I'm at the top of all my classes and the lead in the musical. I do like a boy yes, and I am still in the band."

My aunt scowls "Your mother said you would be, darling why a rock band? Your a ballerina."

I look down at the drink in my hand, then look up at my aunt.

"Your right, I am. But the boy I like? He's a punk."

I walk over to Luke and grab his hand.

"And if you heard our new song then you would know the couple in it, well one is a punk and one does ballet." I shrug, my grandmother gasps and my family goes quiet.

Samantha gives me a thumbs up, Tina and Reggie look at each other and I reach down to grab my purse.

"Don't expect me home tonight." I tell my mom.

"But your a ballerina! Your poised and graceful and disciplined." She shricks.

"Yeah..." I agree

"But thats when I'm dancing, tonight I'm in a rock band."

Luke squeezes my hand and together the band, me and Tina walk out of my house laughing.

"I can't believe you did that!" Tina shakes me back and forth "I can't believe I did that!" I laugh, holding her arms.

"What are you gonna do if you don't get into that ballet school now?" Reggie asks, I shrug.

"Then I'm in a rock band full time, if they'll have me back."

Bobby pulls all the guys aside and they huddle together, making Tina and I look at each other with a shake of our heads.

"The band has thought it over. And we will take Eve back! Under one condition." Alex announces, making me grin.

"And that is?" I ask.

"She keeps dancing, and goes to Paris if given the chance." I smile at Alex, "of course. that is something I am willing to do."

The boys cheer and squish me in the middle of their group hug. I look up to see my mom and family staring at me from the windows.

I wave at them and shout "THE BAND IS BACK BABY!"

My mom rolls her eyes and goes to leave but Samantha stops her, I smile up at my cousin.

"Hey, wanna do something crazy?" Luke asks.

"Of course! You know I'm always up for crazy!" I smile.

Luke hand trails up and cups my jaw, his rings cold on my cheek as he leans in.

I end up sealing our kiss and throwing my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

The boys and Tina go crazy, I end the kiss and look into Luke's eyes.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, "And piss of my family even more? Hell yeah!"

I press another kiss to his lips.

Luke cheers and I laugh, we look up to my family while walking towards my car so that we can all go celebrate.

I don't know what we were celebrating anymore if I'm being honest.

Maybe it was my dance success, or the fact that sunset curve had all its members back.

Or maybe it was because Luke and I got together.

but I couldn't care less what it was about.

All I needed was the windows rolled down, Luke's head out the window as he laughs and sings along to Bryan Adams.

Everyone in the backseat squished but still singing and having the time of their lives, I sang along and Luke and I's hands connected.

I mean, could life get any better?

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Grocery Store Trips. Luke Patterson X Fem!Reader. SFW.

Luke Patterson x fem!reader.

We need more JATP fics I fear.

WC: 2k.

Charlotte's pov:

AUGUST 24TH 1994.

"Do you have instant ramen?"

"Where are the chips again?"

I look up from the couch to see the boys standing in my house, already walking to the kitchen.

"Hello to you too."

I snort and walk over to Luke who stands with a smile, tucking me under his arm and kissing my forehead.

"Hey, so where is the ramen."

Reggie barely looks at me.

"Top shelf, third cupboard." I sigh, slipping onto an island seat.

"It's not there." the bassist whines,

"Then we are all out, sorry." I laugh at Reggie's pout.

"Let's just have the chips then."

Alex is currently all up in our pantry looking for the chips,

"No bobby?" I ask Luke, who shrugs.

"Never is here except for rehearsal or if we have a gig."

Alex pokes his head out

"Maybe he doesn't like hanging out with us."

Both Luke and I look at the blond,

"Your kidding right? We are the best people to hang out with." I scoff.

"It's true," Luke confirms.

"Charlotte, your house sucks. You have no food."

Reggie jumps onto the island and Alex just stands beside him,

"No ramen or chips?" I ask.

The two boys shake their heads.

"Now what?" Luke asks, looking at me.

I spot my keys on the counter and stand up to grab them,

"Now we take an emergency trip to the grocery store."

Luke laughs and walks towards me.

"But it's 1 am?" Alex cries from behind Luke.

"So?"

I shrug and Reggie jumps off the island.

"We are a terrible influence on Charlotte."

I nod and grab one of Luke's hoodies from the coat rack.

"Yeah you are!"

Luke again, kisses the top of my head and we all pile into my car,

I back out and while driving down the road roll all the windows down and the sunroof.

"I think this calls for some self-promo."

I laugh and quickly push the play button on the CD player.

"Oh yeah!" Luke cheers and starts singing along to Now or Never, one of Sunset Curve's very own songs.

"What if we get to play the Orpheum?" asks Alex.

"Ha! In your wildest dreams maybe." Reggie chuckles, Luke and I look at each other.

"I'll make some calls, then maybe Sunset curve will play the ever famous Orpheum."

Luke smiles and turns to look at the two boys in the backseat.

"Char, when we get to the grocery store can I sit in the buggy?" Reggie asks.

"NO!" Luke and Alex shout,

"I want to!"

I sigh at the boys, I swear I'm in a band with children.

"How about I go in the buggy?"

I question and I pull into the parking lot of the 24-hour grocery store.

"Fine."

All three boys groan and I laugh.

We all get out and I take one look at Reggie before we both book it To the buggies.

"I want to!"

He whines but when neither of us was looking Alex jumps in.

"Hey?!" Reggie and I cry

"Sorry but first come first serve."

Alex smirks and I sigh before starting to push the buggy towards the store.

We enter the store and there was literally no one in there other like maybe 5 workers.

"Alright, chips and ramen."

I look around right before Reggie points to aisle 7.

"Thank you!"

I e and push Alex towards the aisle, Luke walks beside me and when Reggie starts to walk towards aisle six I grab his arm and pull him back.

one of the workers comes up to us with a smile and says "I'm sorry to bother you but when you look like a family with you two-"

she points to me and Luke

"being the parents of those two."

She looks at Reggie and Alex.

Luke and I laugh "sometimes I feel like the parent of them."

Reggie and Alex pout, the worker walks away and the boys and I walk into aisle 7.

"Ok, we can get two types of ramen. Whatever pack you see will work." I tell Reggie.

"Sure!" He bounces off to look for ramen,

Luke and Alex chuckle.

Alex climbs out and heads for the chip section while I stay by the cart.

Luke walks off to the pop and I follow after him.

I reach for his hand and immediately Luke's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me in front of him.

Luke rests his chin on my shoulder,

"thank you for bringing us." He says

"of course! I wasn't gonna get you all starve." I joke, Luke chuckles.

"What would we do without you?" He presses a kiss to my cheek

"starve." I turn and kiss him quickly.

Reggie gags from across the aisle, Alex laughing.

I roll my eyes and go back to the cart.

"You all suck." Luke whines, Reggie and Alex still laughing.

Once the boys piled everything into the cart I started pushing, walking through the aisles.

"Ok so, I'm gonna look around. I will meet you at the front in 20?" I offer, the three boys nod and I walk off, leaving the cart with them.

I end up picking up a tub of ice cream, mint of course.

I can hear some muffled yelling and I think nothing of it.

I saw some more people walk in so I shrugged and walked through the appliance section.

"Charlotte!" Reggie comes running up to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"There are only three of us, and Luke and Alex are already a team."

I raise an eyebrow as the leather jacket-wearing boy stops to catch his breath.

"Team?" I ask.

Reggie nods "for cart racing!"

I sigh. "Ok... let's beat them!"

Reggie and I run towards my boyfriend and best friend to find them already in place,

Thank god no one else was around, otherwise, we would be getting kicked out in a heartbeat.

Luke sat in the cart with a roll of wrapping paper and Alex was the one pushing the cart.

"I can't even with any of you anymore."

I laugh, putting the ice cream down beside the rest of the groceries we needed to pick up.

"Ok whatever you say Char, now come on!"

Luke laughs and throws me a tube of wrapping paper.

"Your on Patterson."

I smirk and climb into the cart, Reggie getting ready to push me.

"How do we win?" I ask

"Whoever gets the tube taken from them, or whose tube gets knocked out of their hands."

Alex answers

"Wow, so y'all really thought this through." I laugh and from behind me, Reggie chuckles.

"Ready?" He asks

"You know it baby!" Luke exclaims

Alex and Reggie start running towards each other,

I hold out my tube and when Luke gets close enough I just start whacking him.

I was laughing too hard to notice that his tube fell into my cart.

"Oh yeah! One point for us!"

Reggie and I celebrate and high five while Alex and Luke grumble.

"Two more rounds?"

Luke asks and I nod "Sure!"

We all get ready and then Alex and Reggie start running,

this time when I went to whack Luke he grabbed my tube and yanked it.

I gasp and pout.

"Oh come on princess, don't be mad."

Luke laughs from the other side of the aisle

"uck off Luke." I flip him off and laugh at his face.

"Oh your on." Luke and Alex fist bump and I turn my head to look at Reggie.

"We have to win this, I need the bragging points." Reggie nods

"Oh hell yeah, let's do this!"

Reggie and I fist bump and then I turn back to Luke and Alex.

"Three...

two...

one...

Go!"

I use all my might to yank the tube out of Lukes hand, he tries to do the same but I caught him off guard by hitting him with his own tube.

Luke's reaction was priceless, jaw on the ground, eyes wide and he stuttered a few times.

"What? Surprised I beat you?" I ask, laughing.

"You play dirty, you know that right Char?"

I nod "Oh yeah, I'm aware."

with the help of Reggie, I get out of the cart and put down the wrapping paper back where they all were sitting on a shelf from last December.

"Don't be mad babe." I snicker to Luke who just rolls his eyes and jumps out of the cart with a smile.

"yeah yeah whatever."

I pick up the ice cream again and Reggie grabs the ramen noodles, Alex picks up the chips and Luke grabs the two-liter root beer he got.

"Ready to go?" I ask

"Yeah!" All three boys say and I make my way over to register.

the lady who told us we all looked like a family helped ring us up.

"Had fun?" She asks

"Pardon?" I look up at her from my wallet.

"I saw you playing with the carts, I think everyone did."

I cringe "Oh god, I'm so sorry. We all got carried away."

The lady laughs "Are you kidding? That was the most entertaining thing I've seen in a long time! It lifted everyone's spirits."

I smile "Well if you ever want to be entertained again, here's our band card. You should come see us sometime."

The lady nods, slipping the card into her pocket

"Thanks. I'll remember you as the grocery store family when I come to see you."

I laugh and Luke grabbed the bags as I pay with my card.

"Thanks again!" I call as we walk out.

"Smooth." Alex laughs as we all pile into my car

"I try."

I pull out of my parking lot and drive home, this time no one was really paying attention to the songs, we were all talking about who really won and how I kicked Luke's ass.

"Ok ok, are you guys staying over tonight?" I ask as I pull into my driveway.

"Yeah, might as well." Luke shrugs

"Cool, let me just get the blankets and pillows. We can sleep in the living room." I tell the boys.

We get out of the car and I open the door, putting the ice cream in the freezer and then running to get some blankets and pillows.

I come back with a bunch and set them on the ottoman.

"Ok, go at it." I laugh and Luke dives to get the brown one we always use, once he wrestles it away from Alex, Luke sits up proudly.

I laugh at him and Luke throws himself onto the couch, opening his arms for me to settle into.

"You two gross me out." Reggie points out, sitting down next to me, putting his feet onto the ottoman.

"Whatever." Luke laughs, throwing a pillow at the bassist.

"What are we watching?" Alex asks, settling into the recliner.

"Dirty dancing!" I smile and all the boys groan

"Hey, my house my movie." I sass,

"Fine. I'm gonna fall asleep anyway." Alex mutters, making Reggie and Luke snicker.

"Whatever, don't be mad you can't dance like Patrick Swayze." I shrug

"Hey! I can so dance like Patrick Swayze." Alex defends himself.

"Mhmm sure." We all settle in as I put the movie into the DVD player.

The opening credits come on and we all start digging into the food we bought,

Luke and I shared a bowl of ice cream while Reggie and Alex ate the first bag of chips,

then about halfway through we all switched.

At around 3 my eyes started getting heavy so I gave the chip bag to Luke and put my head on his shoulder,

Luke got the message and turned down the movie volume.

"Just turn it off, I think we are all going to sleep."

Reggie mumbles, I nod in agreement.

"Alright."

Luke turns off the TV completely and it goes dark.

"Night boys." I hum, Lukes are tightening around my waist, and I run my hand through his dishevelled hair.

"Night."