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⸺ Luke
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⸺ Luke
where are you going to go? ﹕ ꒰ luke ꒱ ♡ fluff
your afterlife coordinator was rambling on and on about the different eternities the junction had to offer . this was all still a little new for you , you were well aware that you were dead , but the thought of having to choose one eternity for the rest of your ( after ) life was a tad bit overwhelming
‘ we have man free world , although it’s booked so you can’t actually go just yet , if you really want to go there we can put you on the waitlist though ! vampire world , if you’re into the twilight aspect of life . . . ’ ana , your coordinator , was walking you through the eternity fair joking about of each world to see if you would be interested in any of them but she could tell that nothing that was striking your interest . even so , she was determined
𓏵 . 𐌋𐌵𐌊𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌄𐌋𐌋𐌀𐌍 𐌌𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌄ɽ𐌋𐌉𐌔𐌕 . 𓏵
𝚘𝐧𝚎 𝐬𝚑𝐨𝚝𝐬
sneaking around (traitorxspy)
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more to come !!!
top divider creds: @mattflvwr
You're the one
warnings: pegging, strapon, oral, praise kink, tenderness, emotional intimacy, domestic, very sweet overall
word count: 3,420 words
pairing: luke hemmings/reader
a/n: they don't have to prep him ok? this is my fanfic, I decide to not write all that now take it off my hands!! ALSO LOST THE ASK:(
WARNING! RPF CONTENT DONT LIKE DONT READ
“Are you nervous?” you asked, toying with the strap-on in your hand, taunting him by wiggling it side to side in front of his face.
Luke’s nose scrunched, but he took the toy from you anyway. He turned it over in his hands, gave it a curious once-over, then looked back at you with a small smile. “I think I’m having an appropriate reaction?”
The two of you were sitting side-by-side on Luke’s bed, the mattress soft and a little rumpled beneath you. The late evening light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in a golden glow. Luke was naked, his skin warm and a little flushed already.
You stood, peeling your panties down your thighs. Luke's hands found your waist, helping you with your top and bra, but he couldn't help trailing his fingers over your skin, eagerly. You giggled, swatting at him. "Ah ah, stop it."
You grabbed the harness from the cardboard box beside the bed—some corny sex shop name printed on the top of it—and stepped into it, adjusting the straps until it sat tight in all the right places. Luke watched, his eyes filling with curiosity.
When you fastened the pink translucent dildo into place, he let out a low whistle. "Hottie."
"Glad you still think I look good with a dick attached." You stood in front of where he sat, the strap standing at attention between the two of you.
He smirked, reaching out to stroke it, his fingers tracing the length. "Dick or not, you're still fine."
Him like this, naked with his hand wrapped around something strapped to you, sent butterflies to your stomach. You'd planned this, talked about it, but seeing it actually come to reality was a whole other thing. His blue eyes, soft and trusting, turned you on more than you had expected.
…
The idea came up one night when you were staying over at his place. You were a couple of drinks in—more than a couple, actually—and had landed on watching some random kink documentary you’d picked because it looked interesting enough to fall asleep to. Luke was sprawled on the couch, his head heavy in your lap while you idly ran your fingers through his dark curls. The TV cast a faint blue glow over the room, and some narrator with a very serious voice was talking about trust, control, and female domination.
Luke had been half-paying attention for the last twenty minutes. Every so often, he'd make a thoughtful little hum, but you couldn't tell if it was directed at the documentary or because your fingers had found that spot just above the nape of his neck that always made him melt.
You thought he’d fallen asleep. He’d been quiet the whole time. Until you heard a small but loud enough for you to hear. “Huh.”
“What?” you asked, twisting one of his curls around your finger.
He shrugged, the movement rustling against your thighs. “Just… I get that. The trust part. Letting someone see you like that. Letting them… take the lead that way.” He paused, then turned his head to look up at you, his cheek pressed to your leg. “Sounds kind of hot, don’t you think?”
You let your thumb trace the shell of his ear. “I mean, yeah, it is for me when you do it,” you murmured. “You’d want that?”
You looked down at him, at the way he was watching you, trying to read your reaction. “Yeah,” he said, voice a little rough. “I think I would.”
The conversation went on from there. He sat up and started bombing you with questions, his curiosity went unguarded. How would it feel like for the person wearing it? Do you think it's weird, like, psychologically? And, do you think I’d be any good at it? You answered as honestly as you could, while your own interest piqued, and a low hum of arousal started blooming in your gut.
The next morning was rough. You woke up on his couch with a dry mouth and a headache pressing behind your eyes. Luke was in the kitchen, moving around quietly while the familiar aroma of coffee filled the apartment. You sat up slowly, rubbing your face, and after a few moments, the memory of the night before drifted back in pieces—the documentary, the conversation, his voice saying Yeah, I think I would.
Later that morning, the sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds in Luke’s kitchen. You’d both showered and changed—The worst of the hangover had eased into a manageable fog, helped along by the second round of coffee and the plate of toast he’d made you without asking.
You were both leaning against opposite counters, the easy quiet between you comfortable but weighted. Luke was scrolling absently through his phone, but you could tell he wasn’t really reading anything. His thumb just kept moving.
“So,” you started, voice still a little rough from sleep. “Last night.”
Luke’s thumb paused on the screen. He looked up, and there was a flicker of something, recognition with a touch of embarrassment—before he set the phone down face down on the counter. “Yeah.”
You turned your mug slowly between your palms, buying a second. “You remember what we talked about?”
He was quiet for a moment, eyes on the floor between you, then nodded once. “The strap thing. Yeah. I remember.”
You took a careful sip of your coffee, letting the warmth sit on your tongue before swallowing. “You were pretty drunk.”
“So were you,” Luke stated, not defensive.
“I was,” you agreed. You leaned back against the counter, watching his face. “I just… wanted to check. If that was something you actually wanted, or if it was just the alcohol talking.”
Luke exhaled through his nose, not quite a sigh.
He picked up his own mug again, turning it the same way you had, like the motion helped him think. “I remember saying it.” he said slowly. “And it didn’t feel like a joke when I said it. But I was hammered, so…” He trailed off, then glanced up at you. “Do you think it’s weird?”
“No.” you said, and meant it. Why would it be? “I don’t think it’s weird. I just wanted to make sure that if it’s something you’d actually like, I'm up for it. That’s all.”
He nodded. The apartment felt very still and charged at the same time, not with tension but with something that had been gone untalked about.
Luke was quiet for another long moment, staring into his coffee like the answer was somewhere in the bottom of the mug. Then he looked up at you, blue eyes clearer than they’d been all morning.
“I mean… I do want to.” he admitted, voice low but steady. “For real. Not just because I was drunk. I’ve thought about it before, actually. Not exactly like that, but it’s a way.” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks faintly pink. “I just didn’t know how to bring it up sober, and the documentary you chose last night made it easier to say out loud.”
You thought about that night and the follow-up conversation so much the very next day, after spending an embarrassing amount of time with at least twenty tabs open, bouncing between conversation threads, old forum posts, and reviews from people who took writing about sex toys extremely seriously, you eventually collected enough information to order all the necessary tools online.
You told him about it, and for the next few days, neither of you brought it up much. Now and then, one of you would make an offhand joke about the mysterious package making its way across the country, probably, but for the most part, it stayed unspoken, quietly sitting in the back of both of your minds.
All until your phone buzzed with a shipping notification. Delivered.
You stared at the screen for a second before smiling to yourself.
…
"Yeah?" you murmured, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back onto the mattress.
You climbed over him, your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips. You crawled up until the strap-on was almost level with his face, the tip hovering just inches from his lips. You grabbed the base and taunted him by rubbing the tip against his mouth.
“Wanna suck it, baby?”
Luke’s blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, the black curls around his forehead already starting to stick from the warmth of your bodies. He looked at you, almost shy for a second, then the corner of his mouth twitched. His tongue came out tentatively, giving the tip a soft kitten lick. The second time, he did it slower, before his lips parted and he let you ease the head past them.
You adjusted your hips so the angle stayed comfortable, letting him set the pace at first. He took it inch by inch, cheeks hollowing a little, eyes watering just enough to catch the light.
“You’re doing so good, angel.” you murmured, running your palm down his chest, feeling the rapid flutter of his heartbeat under warm skin.
He pulled off with a soft pop, a thin string of spit connecting his mouth to the toy, and looked up at you with that half-grin that always made your stomach flip. “Like that?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip to wipe away the shine. “Real good. Think you can take a little more?”
Luke’s eyes flicked between your face and the strap still glistening in your hand. He nodded. “Yeah. I want to try.”
You smiled and shifted forward again, guiding the head back between his lips. This time, you didn’t stop at the first few inches. You pressed a little deeper, watching his lashes flutter as the toy slid over his tongue. He made a soft, wet sound around it, but he didn’t pull away. His hands came up to rest on your thighs, fingers tightening when you eased another inch in.
“Still okay?” you asked, voice low.
Luke gave a small nod, eyes glassy, and you felt the vibration of his answer around the silicone. You rocked your hips gently, letting him adjust to the deeper stretch. His throat fluttered once, and he gagged softly—once, then again—before he forced himself to relax, breathing through his nose. A thin line of spit slipped from the corner of his mouth and trailed down his chin. The sight sent a sharp pulse of heat through you.
“Fuck, baby.” you breathed, stroking his cheek with your free hand. “You look so pretty like this.”
He made another small, choked sound, eyes watering, but he didn’t back off. Instead, he tried to take you a little deeper on his own, pushing his head forward until the head of the toy nudged the back of his throat again. Another soft gag escaped him, followed by a wet, muffled moan that vibrated straight through the strap and into your cunt.
His hands came up to grip your thighs once again, fingers digging in as he held himself steady as he worked through his instinct to pull away. You could see the effort in the line of his shoulders, the way his throat worked and the bob of his Adam’s apple against the pink silicone.
Still, he needed a little help, so you slowly built up a rhythm with him. You kept your movements slow, letting him set the pace even as you guided it.
“Look at you. So fucking pretty like this, taking it. Making such a mess.”
He whimpered, and in response, his pace picked up. It became a consistent fucking of his mouth.
He was meeting you every time now, his hands sliding from your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer as he pushed himself onto the toy. The tip of his nose brushed your lower stomach tickled you with every surge.
When both of you finally eased back, he pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting him between his lips and the silicone. His chin was shiny, his cheeks incredibly flushed, but he was smiling—proud of himself.
“Good?” you asked, thumb wiping at the mess.
He nodded, voice rough but warm. "Yeah. That was… really good." A small, breathless laugh escaped him, and the back of his hand flew to his eyes. He was a bit embarrassed. "Didn't think I'd like that part as much as I did."
You gently removed his hand, then kissed him, softly. When you pulled back, he swallowed, his blue, glassy eyes flicking up to meet yours. "I want to feel you inside of me now. Please."
You leaned down and kissed his forehead, tasting the salt of the sweat on his skin. "Of course, angel."
You shifted back, giving him room to move.
"Wait," he said, voice still rough from the gagging. "Can we- can you stay close? Spoon me or something? I need to feel your whole warmth against me."
You agreed to his request, already moving to settle in behind him, curving your body along his spine. He adjusted. He had to pull his knees up a tad, tucking himself into the curve of you. The silicone pressed against the cleft of his ass, and you felt a shiver run down on him.
"Like this?" you murmured, mouth agape as your lips brushed his shoulder.
"Yeah." he breathed. "This is comfortable."
You reached for the lube— somewhere on the floor inside the box, slicked your fingers, and reached between his legs to tease him open from behind with slow, gentle but still pressured circles on his rim, while your other hand splayed flat on his stomach to keep him steady.
Luke let out a shaky breath, head falling back against your shoulder. His dark curls tickled your cheek. "Fuck." he whispered.
“You’re so tight, baby.” You whispered, your voice a low graze against his ear. “Just relax for me. Let me in.”
You withdrew your fingers, the sound wet and slick, and guided the head of the translucent pink dildo to his entrance. The moment the cool silicone touched his heated skin, Luke jumped slightly, his hips twitching instinctively. You only pressed your hand harder against his stomach, feeling the hard ripple of his abs.
You pushed forward, just a fraction.
Luke let out a sharp sudden gasp, his fingers dug into the mattress. He froze, his eyes wide and staring at nothing, his mouth hanging agape. You paused, letting him acclimate to the feeling of the stretch. You could feel the heat of him radiating through the strap, a pulsing warmth that made your own cunt ache with a throbbing need.
“You okay?” you breathed.
“Yeah,” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper, reassuring you. “You don’t have to worry It’s just that… fuck. It’s big.”
You smiled, a thrill of control sending a surge of electricity down your spine, it wasn’t like anything you had felt before.
You pushed again, a slow, steady glide that buried another two inches inside him. Luke’s head fell back onto your shoulder, a long, low moan escaping him—ah—as his body finally began to melt around you. The friction was incredible and even through the harness, you could feel the grip of his internal muscles squeezing the dildo, practically milking it.
He turned his head, just enough to meet your eyes over his shoulder. He looked truly angelic, his lashes were clumped, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and shiny. He was so beautiful like this—vulnerable and completely yours.
His hand lifted up to cup your cheek, his fingers trembled as he searched for your mouth. You met him in a slow, lingering kiss, your lips moving against his while you kept the rhythm of your hips soft, barely rocking inside him.
“Easy.” you whispered against his lips. “I’ve got you. Just breathe for me.”
Luke’s breath hitched. “I’m okay. I’m… fuck, I’m so full. You feel so good. He then rested his forehead against yours. “Don’t stop, just keep going slow like that.”
You stayed pressed close to him, your chest to his back, your other hand moved from your side and slowly drifted lower to find his cock, wrapping around it with a loose, gentle hold, stroking him in time with the shallow thrusts of your hips.
He let out a shaky moan, his hips twitching between you. “God, that feels… you’re touching me everywhere. It’s perfect.”
You kissed the back of his neck, your lips brushing the damp curls at his nape. “You’re doing so well, taking me so beautifully.”
Luke’s hand stayed on your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin in a tender, absent rhythm. “I love you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I love you so much, I-I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like this. Never wanted to give someone everything the way I want to give it to you.”
Your chest tightened at his words, a wave of warmth flooding through you. “I love you too, baby, I wanna make you feel good.” You began to move again, but with a deep rhythm this time, a pace that started picking up with faster thrusts
He was so responsive. He shuddered, a soft, broken sound escaping him. “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I want all of you.”
And that’s all it took from you, that little motivation, his desperate need was enough to fuel a newfound need to see him, the flickers of pleasure across his face.
“I can’t, I— I need to see you.” you breathed against his lips, your voice thick. “Turn over. Please”
He followed immediately. You withdrew from him slowly, the wet, slick sound obscenely loud in the quietness of the room.
He settled against the pillows, his curls had become what you could only describe as a wild, dark halo. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and the now-weak golden light caught the sheen of sweat on his collarbones. You moved between his legs, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. From this angle, you could see everything—the way his cock lay against his stomach, still hard and glistening. The sight stole the breath from your lungs.
You guided the slick silicone back to him, not needing your hands now, just the roll of your hips. The head nudged against him, only after his blue eyes locked with yours, you pushed forward.
You started jerking him once again, with more pressure this time, and the moment you resumed your thrusting in him, his eyes rolled back, a guttural groan tearing from his chest. “Oh, fuck, fuck.”
"Please, I'm gonna—" he sobbed.
“Yeah, you are,” you murmured, your voice low and steady. You didn’t speed up. You kept the same measured pace, fucking him with such a focused intensity while your hand worked him with deliberate, knowing strokes.
He came with a gasping cry. His cock jumped in your hand, pulsing thickly as you worked him through it, not missing a beat, milking out every last hot stripe onto his stomach.
Inside, you kept moving through it. You felt the tight pulses of his climax that slowly gentled into aftershock clenches. That’s when you finally stilled, still buried deep inside him.
There was nothing more than the sound of your shared panting. Then a breathless, seemingly incredulous laugh bubbled out of him, and he turned his head to face you. “Holy shit.”
You couldn’t help but smile, your intense focus melting into something softer. “Yeah?”
He nodded, a tired yet happy movement. He reached up, his hand trembling slightly, and brushed a stray strand of hair from your sweaty forehead. “You’re really good at that.”
A fond laugh escaped you, too. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You slowly pulled out, and he winced with a soft, hissing breath. “Sorry, sorry.”
“‘S okay,” he mumbled, already curling toward you as you got the harness off and collapsed beside him. He immediately slung an arm over your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a contented sigh. His skin was hot and damp against yours. “I feel like I got hit by a truck, in an incredible way.”
You snorted, wrapping your arms around him, your fingers idly tracing the knobs of his spine. “That’s the goal.”
He was quiet for a moment, his breathing slowing. “We’re definitely doing that again,” he said, his words already slurred with exhaustion. “Like. Tomorrow.”
You kissed his damp temple. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.”
Baking and hanging out with luke
contains: fluff, luke and reader is only platonic, gn reader, real chocolate chip cookies recipe, maybe ooc, luke is a cutie, no y/n used,
(A/N This is my first ever post so please give me feedback)
Sleepy
Luke Castellan (series) x reader
short drabble
In which... you're exhausted from the constant training at camp and all your ridiculous counselor duties, luckily you have a boyfriend that would do anything to earn you some extra sleep, now it's your turn to convince him to do the same
⚠️ nothing! Its js fluff
The time read 12:00pm, everyone in camp had already woken up and started the day. Well everyone except for you. Who was still peacefully asleep in your cabin, wrapped up in blankets and ignoring the duties you were supposed to already be tending to. It wasn't often that you slept this late, only during holidays, even on weekends you were up atleast by 10am. However today was different, you were exhausted from the day before, having done a very strenuous training program with some of the Ares kids. Your muscles ached with every movement, eyes unable to stay open, the only thing giving you peace was sleep. You mightve stayed asleep all day if it hasn't been for the opening of the front door where you could just make out the voice of one of your half siblings, "she's in there", followed by heavy footsteps walking into the sleeping quarters. You blinked sleepily, lifting your head slightly to see who had come to disturb you.
It was your boyfriend, of course it was.
A very smug Luke Castellan was smirking down at you.
You groaned, burying your face into your pillow.
"go away Luke.." your voice muffled out
"Aww are you sleepy?" He mocked teasingly
"mhm" you grunted
"Left me all alone at training today"
Shit. You had completely forgotten you promised Luke you would spar with him this morning.
You sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
"Sorry."
He chuckled, "I know you're not a morning person but come on, this is crazy, even for you"
You gave him a hardened look, eyes still slightly blurred, "was really tired yesterday"
"I know" he hummed
"I gave you the day off today, pulled some strings so that others could take over your workload for the day."
Your eyes lit up as you stared at him "you're a lifesaver Luke"
He chuckled again at the adoration in your eyes, "Don't worry about it. Was really looking forward to our training session though"
"I'll make it up to you" you hummed "we go tomorrow okay?"
He nodded, gaze meeting yours steadily, he looked just as tired as you felt, dark circles under his warm brown eyes.
"why don't you join me? you look pretty tired" you suggested
He considered it for a minute before shaking his head
"Too much to be done"
"I don't think camp will fall apart if you're not there for one afternoon" you teased
"It just might" he grinned back, but there was a bite to his voice, "seems like no one can do anything properly unless I'm there"
You rolled your eyes "Have some faith, you won't be of any good use anyways if you're sleep deprived"
He watched you steadily, debating on it. His eyes trailing over your comfortable bed with oh so many of your plushies and patterned blankets. It was very welcoming to say the least.
It seemed you had a compelling argument as he slowly sat down on your bed, taking off his shoes before laying flat next to you. You moved up to the side to give him more room, delighted at the chance to be able to go back to sleep.
He slid himself under the covers, grateful for the warmth it provided in contrast to the chilled Autumn air outside.
A quiet chuckle escaped his throat at the sight of you already almost asleep again, eyelashes brushing against the pillow.
"it's cold outside" he murmured softly
You reached out to touch his arm and almost recoiled, he felt so cold.
"I can tell" you lifted your head slightly, eyes blinking blearily.
"come closer" you tugged at his arm slightly
It took maybe 3 seconds before Luke was squishing you against the wall, holding you tightly to him, chin resting atop your head, treating you like some cuddly teddy bear.
"I didn't mean that close" you retorted, face right by his chest.
"go to sleep" he muttered
you tried to pull away slightly but he tightened his grip, grunting in disappointment.
you eventually gave in, allowing him to cocoon you in your already small bed, but you didn't mind, not really. You were just grateful he finally took the time to get some rest, and grateful for the close proximity which allowed the woody and musk scent of his to wash over you, pleasantly overwhelming your senses and lulling you right back to sleep.
hi! can you please do a luke hemmings fic based off “i’m scared i’ll never sleep again” during eas era!
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I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
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Luke Hemmings x fem!reader
WARNINGS insomnia, anxiety, overthinking, mild emotional distress, hurt/comfort
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Luke Hemmings x Female Reader — “I’m Scared I’ll Never Sleep Again” Inspired (Same Room)
The room was quiet. Too quiet. You lay on your side, staring at the faint glow of streetlights slipping through the blinds, tracing soft lines across the walls. The city outside never really slept—but somehow, you still couldn’t.
Beside you, Luke was there. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of him through the sheets. Close enough that if you reached out, your fingers would brush his arm. And still—you couldn’t sleep.
You shifted slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. Your thoughts wouldn’t stop. They hadn’t all night. Every time you closed your eyes, your mind filled the silence—too loud, too fast, too much. It didn’t matter that he was right there. It didn’t matter that you weren’t alone. It still felt like something was off. Like your chest wouldn’t settle.
You let out a quiet breath, trying not to wake him.
“Hey.”
Your eyes flicked open. Of course he was awake. Luke Hemmings shifted beside you, his voice low and rough with sleep. “You okay?”
You hesitated. “Yeah,” you whispered.
He didn’t respond straight away. Then, softer—“You’re not.”
You swallowed, staring at the wall. “I can’t sleep.”
A pause. “Again?”
“Yeah.”
You heard the faint rustle of sheets as he turned onto his side, facing you now. “What’s going on in your head?” he asked gently.
You let out a small, tired laugh. “Everything.”
He didn’t push. Just waited.
“It’s like… even when I’m here, with you, my brain won’t shut up,” you admitted quietly. “And I don’t know how to turn it off.”
Another pause. “You feel it in your chest?” he asked.
You nodded faintly. “Yeah.”
“Like it won’t slow down?”
“Exactly.”
The mattress shifted slightly as he moved closer. Not sudden. Not overwhelming. Just enough. His hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together gently. “Hey,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”
Your grip tightened slightly without thinking. “I know.”
“Then stay with me for a second, yeah?”
You nodded, even though your eyes were already closing again. “Breathe in,” he said quietly.
You followed. “Slow.”
You exhaled. “That’s it.”
His thumb brushed softly over your knuckles—absent, grounding. “Still too loud?” he asked.
“A little.”
“That’s okay.”
You turned your head slightly, finally looking at him. Even in the dim light, you could see the concern in his expression. “I hate this,” you whispered.
“I know.”
“I don’t even feel tired anymore. Just… stuck.”
He shifted a little closer again, his voice softer now. “Come here.”
You didn’t hesitate. You moved into him, your head resting against his chest, his arm wrapping around you instinctively. There. That felt—better. Not fixed. But better.
“I wish I could just switch it off,” you murmured against him.
His hand moved slowly along your arm, steady and calming. “You don’t have to,” he said. “Just let it slow down.”
You listened to his heartbeat. Steady. Consistent. Real.
“I keep thinking I won’t sleep,” you admitted. “Like what if I just… can’t?”
“You will,” he said softly. “You always do.”
“But what if—”
“Hey.”
His voice was gentle, but it stopped you. “You don’t have to figure that out right now.”
A pause. “Just stay here.”
Your breathing started to match his without you realising. In. Out. In. Out.
“Better?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
A small silence settled between you. This one wasn’t heavy. It was warm. Safe.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he added, almost under his breath.
Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt. “I know.”
Another pause. Then, softer—“Try to sleep.”
You closed your eyes again. This time, the noise in your head didn’t disappear. But it didn’t feel as overwhelming. Because he was there. Holding you. Keeping you grounded.
And slowly—without even realising when it happened—your body gave in. Your breathing evened out. Your grip loosened.
And for the first time that night—you fell asleep. Right there, beside him.
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luke castellan x ditsy!reader
final part!
yo this MIGHT be a lil suggestive, i’ve never written anything like this yo
enjoy!
you started to blink awake, trying to remember what happened last before you were knocked out. you got up, shaking your head left and right to check your surroundings when you noticed hands on your waist. who the hell was this? you thought. you peered down and noticed that it was luke. you rubbed your eyes to check if its real or just an illusion, but it turned out to be real. perfect, now i can quietly sneak out, maybe beat up kronos' coffin a bit, and then try to find my way back to either camp, clarisse, or annabeth and percy. it seemed like a pretty foolproof plan to you. you started to peel the covers off of you and attempted to get luke's hands off of you. key word attempted.
strong hands immediately came to life, squeezing the life out of you. you wheezed, trying to wiggle out of his hands when he pulled you closer to him. you felt his chest on your back and could hear his heart beating.
"where do you think you're going sleepy? your friends already ditched you so there's nowhere to go." luke murmured in your ear. you let out a huff before trying to pry his hands loose from your waist.
"anywhere not here. what's with the nickname?" you said, clearly frustrated that his hands were still not budging. he chuckled watching you struggle against him was pretty entertaining to him.
"because you're the daughter of hypnos, it's only fitting that your name is sleepy. or do you want me to just stick to y/n?" he asked. you paused your struggling. he remembered you?
"surprised i remember you? even though we've interacted twice, i've always had my eye on you. every daughter or son of a minor god or goddess that gets unseen, or thrown aside are the people i look for first."
"why? so you can get them to join your little kronos fan club? nice try, but i'm not so easily swayed." you said, facing kronos' coffin. ew this guy sleeps in the same room as a coffin. what a turn off.
"ouch, you got me there. c'mon, i wanna show you something." he said, releasing you, and holding out a hand to pull you up from the bed. you turned the other way, pulling the cover on you to attempt to hide from him.
"no. if i'm a prisoner just leave me here. i'm not falling for your little psychology tricks today." you said, your voice muffled from the covers.
"but your not a prisoner. you're just like all of us. thrown away or cast to the side by your godly parent. never their first priority, always a chore to them." luke said, his voice softening.
"i couldn't care less if hypnos cared about me or not. at least he cared enough to give me powers." you said, ready to sleep. this whole conversation was draining.
luke let out a groan. it's never been this hard for him to convince someone to join kronos' side, to pledge to him. manipulating had always come easy for him, because he did his best work in the dark. well, looks like he'll have to use another method then. he left you alone for now, looking back at the lump that was under his covers. he'll get you to join, one way or another.
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after you heard luke leave, you fell asleep again, hoping that when you woke up, luke's ship will be bombed and annabeth and percy save you. yeah that sounds like a good dream.
no, instead you get aphrodite gushing about how cute you and luke's interactions were. you sat, bored on a patch of grass, while aphrodite was already making plans for your love life.
"oh enemies to lovers would be so cute! two demigods on the opposite side of this war. what will they pick? love or victory? oh y/n, you've given me so much entertainment! i haven't had anything to look forward too for 500,000 years since odysseus fell in love. oh! but that wasn't why i came in your dream." aphrodite said. you perked up from the grass. now this was something worth listening to.
"why did you come here then? did my father give a warning? is camp okay?" you asked. aphrodite giggled.
"everything is fine... for now. your father wanted me to pass along a message that he was pleased with your response to luke's question and he wanted me to give you this." she said, handing you a box. you peeked into it and saw a headband?
"uhh what's with the headband?" you asked.
"it's to keep your head clear of any distractions that could tamper with your powers. he said that since you still are pretty new to this, these would help you have a more easier way to control who you want to sleep or not. also he felt bad for your concussion, so this'll help with that too. anyways, can't talk for much longer! ciao!" aphrodite said, whisking away. you blinked and looked down at the headband in your hands. nice.
when you woke up, you were still in luke's bed. he was standing on one side, as if he was watching you sleep. next to him was another boy in a chair, holding your hand.
"what's with the watch party?" you asked. "let go of my hand weirdo." you said, snatching your hand back. the kid in the chair looked pretty offended.
"weirdo? i am the handsomest man alive! don't associate me with that word, it disgusts me." he said, running his hand through his hair. you rolled your eyes. gosh this self-centered aphrodite kid was a prick. luke noticed you roll your eyes and tsked at you.
"what happened to not rolling your eyes again sleepy? they'll get stuck like that." he said, in a condescending voice. did he think you were a child?
"stop calling me that." you said, turning over so they couldn't see your face. a hand grabbed your shoulder and flipped you so you were facing the two boys again.
"kai, y/n, y/n kai. kai is a son of aphrodite if you couldn't tell already." luke said, introducing you two. your eyes narrowed, trying to look intimidating. kai tried not to laugh because of how cute you looked.
"aww if you're trying to scare me, it's not working cutie." he said, leaning back on his chair. luke cleared his throat, trying to get kai's attention. hmm i wonder what they're planning.
"oh! that's right! so y/n i have a few questions for you..." he started off. you started becoming even more unsure of what was about to happen. "so y/n tell me, how old are you?" "eighte-" you clamped your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from telling him. was he using charmspeak right now?
luke sat down next to you on the bed, lifting you up on his lap, pinning your hands to each side of you. now you couldn't stop yourself from talking if you wanted to. your habit of wiggling around to escape kicked in and luke gripped you even tighter.
"stop moving around before something happens." he gritted out. you paused, feeling something on your back. please let it just be his sword and not something else.
"anyways, y/n tell me what annabeth and percy were planning to do on the ship." kai said.
"hermes asked them save luke because he believes that luke still has some hope in him." you blurted out. luke squeezed your arm and you heard him clench his jaw.
"y/n tell me if you like luke." kai said, looking at luke with a grin.
you tried to resist as best as you could, shaking your head and keeping your mouth shut, but in the end, charmspeak always wins.
"he's kind of hot." you blurted out. kai let out a sharp laugh at this.
"ooh now you have your answer lukey. anyways we're done now, have fun guys but not too much fun!" kai said, standing up and closing the door behind him. he sent me a small wink before officially leaving. luke groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck. you stiffened, uncomfortable to the feeling of someone's face there. you shivered, feeling him breath against your neck and it made you blush at how close you were to him.
"gods, you didn't know how long i wanted to hear that." he mumbled. his grip on you loosened and you could finally be free again.
"what do you mean? we've only interacted twice in camp at most." you said. luke let out a small laugh.
"maybe you thought we've only interacted twice, but i've been watching you for awhile now. i think it was ever since you got claimed by your dad. i was jealous at how fast you were claimed and noticed how you weren't like other hypnos kids, always asleep in their cabins, and instead helped around camp." he said. you blushed, almost embarrassed at how long he had been noticing you.
"why didn't you say anything earlier? why wait till you left camp?" you asked.
"mainly because if i had been with you before i left, i don't think you would've came with me. having you here gives me easier access without having to come to you." he said. you hummed. yeah i totally wouldn't join this fan club.
"so what now? what are we?" you asked.
"well, i was hoping you would want to be my girlfriend, but if it's too fast, we don't have to rush it." he said.
"as much as i would love to be your girlfriend, i don't want to be forced to join kronos because i'm dating you." you said. luke turned you around in his lap and now you were both facing each other.
"i can't even force you to join kronos, it's all on your own free will. but if that's what gets you to stay here, i'll take it." he said. you grinned, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"you missed." he said, tapping to his lips. you rolled your eyes, before giving him another peck on the lips. he pulled you both down so you were lying on the bed again and he drowned you in kisses. you giggled at the feeling of his lips everywhere on your face as you straddled him.
man i hope annabeth and percy are doing alright.
done!
fastest i’ve ever locked in btw ✌️