〢 chatterbox .ᐣ.ᐟ took inspo from this queen @ bvrnesher so yey sorry it was so tea queen sorry dvdr by hyuneskkami !!! also soryie it’s a lil short but i hope u guys like it n somethin halloweeny will drop soon (like maybe 3 weeks… umm.)
percy is so down bad. like. down down bad. like. straight to hell kind of down bad. can you even blame him? his fatal flaw is quite literally loyalty. so yes, he’s down bad straight all the way into purgatory!! literally cannot stop bragging about you to everybody and every moving and living thing on camp. sob. the little baby campers are sick of the tall water boy talking about his ‘wife’. save them!!
luke loses his sense of manners and elegance when he sees you. mentally screaming and losing his mind. when you so much as glance at him across the room, his whole train of thought derails. and he deserves an oscar for how well he can keep up his relaxed facade but as soon as your alone? baby your gone. hands all grabby and his mind is all in the gutter. sorry baby.
jason tries his damndest not to lose his modesty when you so much as brush your hand against his. it’s pathetic, loser-like and he knows it. he insists on walking you everywhere (gentlemen!!!), and still blushes every time you kiss his cheek like it’s the very first time. he’s soo down bad, even if he doesn’t show it as much.
will is so down bad he can’t stop touching you. always asking to hold hands, interlocking pinkies underneath the table, all that stuff. and somehow— somehow he’s finding reasons to kiss you everywhere and play with your hair. and as much as it is embarrassing to admit, there were times you and will were almost caught kissing in the staff room. haha. they have it on camera, you’re both done for.
nico tries to act nonchalant and unbothered by you he’s secretly down bad. the type of down bad that has him screaming into his pillow at night because of how much he misses it when your play with his hair and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. his whole world narrows to you when you’re near, and the rare moments he lets you see him soft are proof enough of how much he adores you.
frank is completely gone. undone and a flustered mess. he watches you do mundane, everyday tasks and his heart implodes on the spot. how’d i get so lucky?, he’d ask while putting a hand over his heart. 10/10 lover boy!!
leo is hopelessly down bad when he’s with you—he’ll drop every project in bunker nine the second you ask for his attention, build you the most ridiculous little gadgets just to see you smile, and spend hours memorizing every tiny thing that makes you laugh, because to him, being yours is better than any invention he could ever create. gods, you have him in a chokehold (dear gods please help him).
pairing: son of hermes!luke castellan × daughter of aphrodite! reader
pov: percy jackson
warnings: aphrodite cabin propaganda, secondhand embarrassment, luke castellan being domesticated against his will (it is very much his will)
4+1 times percy is sent to retrieve luke castellan from the aphrodite cabin ( he’s always there, because she’s always there) + the one time percy realizes some heroes don’t just fight wars—they choose love.
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percy jackson learns very quickly that if camp half-blood needs luke castellan, there is a ninety percent chance he’s in the aphrodite cabin.
not visiting.
residing.
and percy, unfortunately, keeps being the one sent to get him.
i.
the first time percy enters the aphrodite cabin, he thinks he’s died.
there are mirrors everywhere. soft lighting. the air smells like roses and something warm and sweet that makes his brain feel fuzzy.
he barely gets two steps in before luke appears from behind a curtain.
shirtless.
“whoa,” luke says. “did i miss a meeting where we decided this was normal?”
percy stares directly at the wall. “chiron needs you.”
“yeah?” luke glances back. “dove, you hear that?”
“mm,” comes a voice from somewhere impossibly soft. “tell him five minutes.”
luke doesn’t argue.
percy leaves questioning reality.
ii.
the second time, percy is more prepared.
he knocks.
she opens the door, smiling politely like she’s welcoming someone into a palace instead of a place percy very much does not belong.
luke is inside, braiding flowers into a wreath.
for her.
“camp council,” percy says weakly.
luke looks up. “you know your interrupting something important?”
she laughs softly. “he’s dramatic. ignore him, percy.”
she reaches out, fixes the collar of luke’s shirt.
percy stares at the ceiling.
iii.
the third time is worse.
percy walks in to find luke lying on one of the couches with his head in her lap while she reads aloud.
reads.
luke’s eyes are closed. completely at peace.
“chiron—” percy starts.
luke opens one eye. “is it on fire?”
“no.”
“then it can wait.”
she strokes her fingers through luke’s curls. “go,” she tells percy gently. “we’ll come.”
they don't.
percy reports back that luke is “emotionally unavailable."
iv.
the fourth time percy doesn’t knock.
big mistake.
she is standing on her toes, arms looped around luke’s neck, whispering something into his ear that makes him laugh softly before kissing her temple.
percy freezes.
“oh my gods,” he says aloud.
she startles, then laughs. “percy.”
luke smirks. “you knock sometimes, you know.”
percy backs out so fast he trips over a chair.
v. (or: the one time percy lets them be)
the fifth time is intentional.
chiron sends him again. percy walks all the way to the aphrodite cabin, stops outside, and hears laughter inside.
soft. warm. safe.
he pictures luke—reckless, dangerous, brilliant luke—softened by her presence. grounded.
percy turns around.
when chiron asks where luke is, percy shrugs. “where he belongs.”
later that night, luke claps him on the shoulder. “thanks, man.”
she smiles at percy like she knows exactly what he did.
warnings ⟶ stepcest, non-con, use of “sis” frequently, vague mention of blood.
syn. ⟶ you think you’re stronger than your stepbrother. naturally, he has to test that.
or
mean stepbro!luke who cums in you to prove a point.
“you think you can hold me down for more than 5 seconds? you’re scrawny, luke!” you waved him off and cackled into the living room, luke followed quickly behind. “you think i can’t hold you down for 5 seconds?” he looks dumbfounded, “really?”
“you’re 10 pounds soaking wet, luke. you couldn’t if you tried,” it’s hilarious to you! it started when you walked into his room to find him scrolling his phone, only to slip out a slick comment, “i’m stronger than you.” you teased him all the time, sure, but this is different. this comment had real bite, not a one-off you only said to see the annoyed look on his face.
“you’re not stronger than me. in—in what world are you stronger than me?” he sat up, hands loosening around his phone before chucking it behind him. “this world.” you said it with no hesitation, almost like it was natural. like you really believed it. that bothered him.
he walked behind you knowing that smug look was plastered across your face, “are you serious?” his hands was planted on your shoulder before turning you around.
“dead serious. i know you can’t.”
he scoffs out of pure astonishment. he doesn’t believe you. not in a complacent, not-being-able-to-accept-it way, but because he’s so much bigger than you.
he looks over your body, taking you in. it’s only when he looks over your tits he feels his cock stiffening. he knows you know it’s not true. what he doesn’t know, he’s completely oblivious to this, is that you want him to show you he’s stronger. he thinks you’re being annoying, how you are normally.
“how much you wanna bet i can—” he scans the room for an idea, something simple. “put you in a headlock and pin you onto the couch?”
“think you can? i’ll wash your clothes for as long as you want,” you take a step closer. “i can do it easily,” he steps closer, crouching down to your face.
“deal.” you both shake on it.
“okay, i’m ready.” you took the time to fake-prep yourself, cracking your knuckles and keeping your hair back like those’d change the outcome. you knew he’d get you.
he laughs and shakes his head, “‘kay, sis.” that last word, his nickname for you, had some venom. his cock twitched a bit at it.
you try to maneuver your way around him, only for him to wrap his thick biceps around your neck, his hand resting on your forehead. your cunt fluttered as you smelled the faint musk of his cologne on him. “can’t talk now, can ya?” his laugh was real, not like the ones you fake. you tap his arms after a while, as you start to become light-hearded, the taps get frantic after a while. “relax, i’m not gonna kill you!” this was hilarious, the way he shut you up that fast.
he loosens his arm around your throat and gets you to lie on your stomach on the couch, you’re heaving. “f-fuck, luke!”
he doesn’t waste a second, crawling on top of you and pinning you down underneath his frame. he didn’t even break a sweat. “what’s that, sis? outta breath? couldn’t hear ya,” your shorts rode up high on your ass, and he just happened to press his bulge against it. you tried to speak but couldn’t, you can barely breathe after him restricting your breathing.
but you do push your ass up against his cock, making it seem like an accident. like you’re just squirming but, oops, sorry, bro! and it wasn’t planned but you both just started rocking back and forth? like, you’re more subtle, but he’s rutting his cock against your ass. those boxers he’s wearing are wetting at the tent forming, you’re getting to him.
“not gonna talk anymore? but you had so much to say, didn’t you?”
he hooked his finger around the waistband of your tiny shorts, the ones you wore whenever you both were home alone together. “you don’t need these anymore, right?”
“they could get home any second, luke, i—”
“but you wanted this, sis. that’s why you…” he yanks your shorts down to your thighs, “came into my room teasing me. you knew you wanted this. i’m not stupid.”
a hard smack lands on your ass, making you cry out stupidly. he laughs. not so strong now, hm?
he pulls his cock out, pursing his lips for some spit. he doesn’t want it to hurt that much. your feet thrash and kick in all directions as he pushes in, one hand on your waist while the other’s thumb gets the tip inside of you. “tighter than i imagined,” he sucks in air through his teeth.
“luke,” your eyes involuntarily widened at the burning feeling of him stretching you like that. “fuck, it hurts!” you try to tap him, but why would he care?
“thought i was scrawny?”
he bottoms out inside of you, pulling out to see a tinge of crimson around the base of him. “don’t tell me you’re a virgin! wouldn’t have known with you walking around like that.” you wince. his thrusts are fast but controlled and consistent, like he knows what he wants.
you fight it to no avail. you’re not stronger, in fact, you’re weak. so weak underneath him. and the way you have no choice but to wrap around his cock and take it proves it.
his thick cock is leaking pre into you, but he needs more. he needs you to know you’re not strong enough. his groans get more intense and whiny when he feels that warm feeling building in his balls, they get all tense and twitchy. “nothing to say, sis?”
you’re a whimpering mess beneath him, all of your moans coming out in short, breathy gasps and your thighs trembling. it’s too much. he fucks into you faster when you cum, your tight, constricting walls only make him want to cum more. that hand on your waist, the one holding you in place, bruises your skin as it digs into you.
“you—can’t cum n’ me, luke!” you shake your head crazily. if he finishes inside of you and, god forbid, gets you pregnant, your life is over.
he can’t care. “says who? mom? dad? you?”
you let your head fall onto the couch when you realize he won’t listen to you, sobbing as your orgasm washes over you because of that spongey spot he keeps hitting.
“t-take it, s-sis,” his heavy balls twitch and tighten as he cums ropes into you, hot and thick splurts of his spend just covering your walls. what really gets you is the way he doesn’t pull out. no, he fucks his babies into you. he doesn’t want you pregnant, he’ll make sure you won’t be, he just wants you to know how easily he’s done this. how easily he can ruin you. that fast.
when he pulls out, a string of cum connects from your hole to his cock.
Yes to crazy ex Luke who just won't let you go emotionally and maybe physically so maybe you just get Stockholm syndrome back and get just as attached
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Hades child. Piv, fingering, slight breeding. Use of princess and good girl. Unprotected sex. Toxicish!Luke.
The end of summer is approaching, which means all campers are coming home soon. Not you though. With no one to go home to you stay in your dark cabin off to the very corner.
As a child of hades there’s this huge cabin just for you. Every time you walk inside it’s like a chill run down your own back. Physically feeling the change of degrees in your own room.
And maybe that’s why Luke liked you so much. Not— because of the cold cabin thing. But because you were one of the big three, or you were an outcast. You have to contemplate all these things by yourself now that he’s gone.
You’re fairly sure the love you had with him was real. Even if the love wasn’t, the lust was. He had at least some form of attraction to you rather than all the people who pretend you don’t exist.
You have to wonder if you weren’t one of the big three would Luke pretend like all of them? You were shocked when he asked you to join him. Join Kronos for goodness sakes. You knew better. But now, you almost wish you hadn’t said no. Because it’s been three months without a warm body next to you.
Three months without any scared gazes looking your way. And you know you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. He’s turned and is evil now. But there was this letter that Luke gave you, and then there was this calling signal with the drachmas—
It’s all so confusing. You’ve already specified you’re not joining him. And yet he keeps coming back, and you keep wishing for him to come back.
And maybe that’s why he’s here now. On your bed and kissing up your shoulder. This is bad and wrong, yet you can’t seem to yell for help or for him to go away.
He even came barring gifts.
He said when giving it to you. “I want you to have this, from the outside world. Something to remember me by.”
Before giving you a diamond necklace. A small digital camera. Trivial things that you can’t usually come by at the camps general store.
And then he talked his way into your pants, because that’s what he’s good at, and you’re just as good at giving it to him.
He came with a white sweater looking rich with daddy’s money, it was promptly thrown onto the floor when his hands slid up your sides.
“I’ve missed you.” He whispered against your thigh. His eyes were locked on you with every kiss he planted onto the plush skin.
It had your breath stuttering. Did he miss you? Or was it just another one of his tricks?
“I want you.” His lips pushed feverishly against yours. Making you dizzy with the fast passion. It was achingly familiar; it was finally nice to know you were safe. Or as safe as you could be with him. “This pussy haunts me.”
He’s pushing up your shirt and your lips are already open for another kiss when you’re whispering, “it does?”
“All I can fucking think about princess.”
Luke’s hands are gentle and slow moving as he unhooks the back of your bra. With every inch that gets revealed he’s kissing the flesh, making your nipples pebble. “Cant get off unless I’m thinking about your pretty face.”
His words are so specific. Itching that one part of your brain that wants praise but knows better, does he know all your kinks? Or are you really just that see though? He gently pushes at your shoulder and you fall onto the pillow. Everything around you feels airy like it might be a dream, and it very well could be. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve dreamed of Luke.
“So are you gonna let me?”
“Huh…?”
It’s like you can already feel your head floating away, brain already going dumb with all the touching of his warm hands on your aching body.
“Are you gonna let me get off looking at that pretty face?” He’s sliding your panties up over your knees but his dark eyes stare boring into yours. “Make that face you do when you squeeze around me.”
Luke has this smile. Big and wide, boyish, and pretty. Lips quirk up on one side that can only be described as smug. Mischievous even. And because he’s a Hermes child, you shouldn’t be surprised.
“Are you?”
Your legs spread apart so easily and Luke’s hand is on your jaw, making you look directly into his eyes, hard and unbreaking just for you.
“Are you gonna squeeze around me, like the good little girl I know you are?”
“Yes— “
You breathe in, whisper quickly. He makes you feel a heat in your lower stomach that you haven’t felt in weeks. He makes you feel protected when his hand lingers on any part of your body, like he doesn’t want to let go. He makes you feel. And that’s the scariest thing about him.
His eyes finally turn down, immediately swiping his thumb up and down your cunt, rubbing slick into your clit. Touch soft like he was touching porcelain. He does this thing with his smile where he clicks his tongue against his teeth and tilts his head.
“This wet f’me?”
“I missed you too.” You shouldn’t have let that slip. He can’t know that he’s your weakness. That you’re this close to joining his side, not because of the beliefs or because it’s what you want. But because Luke is there. You think he already knows.
He should respond with some little I know quip or a soft scoff. But he doesn’t, his full-fledged response instead is to stick a finger inside you. You let out a pleasant sigh, waiting for this.
Luke is genuinely the best. His fingers do that little curling motion that makes your walls feel like they’re closing in on both sides. Deep inside you making your gut feel all hot.
Right now you’re not focusing on the pleasure, though— that is an added bonus. But no. You’re focused on how close Luke is to you. How warm his body is, how different he smells.
You tug at his neck and he gets the hint. Pushing his lips to yours. The kiss is Long and deep. You’re trying to psychic send the words don’t go into his scull until he decides to stay with you again. Forever maybe?
He tilts his head, and you’re pushing up into him. There’s warmth in your stomach building not only because of the kiss. Luke add another finger and the stretch is easy. So slick with want for something you can’t really have.
He’s pulling away and you whine for him back; you need him close. Need to remember every little part of him now so you won’t take him for granted later. But he doesn’t relent.
His fingers slip out easily and he sticks them in his mouth, it’s annoying how you can see his tongue roll around the digits and suck them clean.
“Gonna devour this pussy later okay?”
“Okay.”
Later could mean anytime between 5 minutes and 5 months. With how often he sneaks away, and then back into camp. It’s a wonder how he hasn’t gotten caught yet.
He starts to unzip his jeans and you bite your lip looking up at the ceiling. You’re gonna regret this later because as soon as he leaves you’re gonna be longing for this exact moment.
The ceiling is marble and fine. Fancy artwork of gods has been painted up on ceiling and you wonder how your own father would think about you, doing this with a Hermes son no less.
But does it really matter? What the gods wanted is what broke you and Luke apart in the first place. You’re upset that it had to happen this way. But upset at Luke or the gods you don’t know.
The feeling of Luke’s tip gliding through your folds is what brings you back. Luke’s hand trails warmly up the outside of your thigh and then he’s pushing it forward, up onto his back. Both legs hook around his torso and he’s reaching for your hand. Finger’s sliding in each others and locking like a dead bolt with a key.
His eyes are on you and that first thrust in is breathtaking. Luke sees the way your face contorts and he smiles. “Shhh—“ he whispers and his lips are close to your ear. “Don’t be loud. Can’t let anyone know I’m here.”
He shuts you up with a kiss, another tender and sweet. It fuzzies your mind how in training he can be so rough, going all at with all his anger hitting the target till it chipped into pieces. But with you he’s soft. Like he can’t even risk tearing you apart once.
This thrusts are shallow to start. You feel so full to the point of maximum capacity. Complete like a bundle of roses with baby’s breath. You shouldn’t feel as beautiful as that, comparing yourself to roses, the most romantic flower. But Luke makes you feel like that. He makes you feel pretty.
Your breath hitches at a particularly hard thrust and eyes flutter close. You feel Luke’s grin near the skin of your neck.
“That good?”
“Yes…please.”
You don’t know what you’re begging for. But you’re pulling your legs around him closer and meeting his thrusts. You both get mixed up into the sway of the rhythm. Minds numbing for only each other while pleasure builds.
Breathing into each-others mouth like there’s not enough oxygen for the two of you. There is, there’s more than enough but you just like sharing each others, like fighting for it.
With every thrust that’s harder than the last your hand wrapped around Luke’s tightens. It felt good, it felt normal. There was no Kronos or battle of the gods right now. It was just the two of you getting lost in each others’ minds.
You feel a coil start to tighten in your belly. one that only Luke can provide for you and It’s rolling down hard and fast; you must be making some kind of face because he’s nodding.
“There you go, just like that. Squeezed hard ‘round me Kay? Look at that pretty face.”
You don’t have to try. Your body tenses naturally as your orgasm approaches. Luke’s thumb leaves your hand to rub over your bottom lip. Wet and kiss bitten. You don’t mind him staring, not when he’s looking at you like that.
You cum violently for such a soft pace. Build up from overtime making it crash down like a fist on a mirror. Head drifting off in pleasure as hormones rank up higher. Together.
Luke groans from above you. It’s pretty and intoxicating. Your walls rapidly tensing around him but send him into a tizzy too, because he’s threatening to pull out.
“No— nonono.”
You don’t know what possessed you. But your legs lock tight around him and push up into him. You need him inside. For one last parting gift if you may.
“Luke please—“
“Oh fuck.”
He shakes his head, hiding a smile. Like he shouldn’t. But you’re his girl. Kinda. He can never deny you anything. And if you want the risk of becoming pregnant even when he wasn’t here, he’d let it slide.
Luke’s jaw tenses as he cums. You hear the way his teeth grit and the way his jaw shifts. His eyes might roll back but they’re shut tight so you can’t see them.
The silence is loud after. You don’t move. Your legs don’t even drop and your hands holding tight onto each other don’t soften. Not for a few minutes anyway.
Luke kisses you again, it might seem like a lot but the truth is you could never get tired of Luke’s kissing, it’s like a drug that you need more of since the first time. But only this time. It’s different. You take the kiss for what it is. A goodbye. Your hands fly up into his hair and tug down. Deepening it. Making your head fill with the woes of him. But it doesn’t matter. Because no matter how much you kiss he breaks away.
Legs falling open and locked hands have found the key and tossed it into the bushes once unlocked. Luke’s grabbing at his clothes and sliding his boxers back on.
“You’re leaving?” You sound frightened. “So soon…?”
Luke’s smile isn’t kind, or polite, or flirty. No. It’s sad just like yours.
“I got errands to run.”
You want to yell what the fuck or shove him into the wall. But you can’t, your body physically won’t allow you too. Because Luke is shrugging on that new sweater and then pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hand pushes the hair from out of your face. Gentle but in a way a child is gentle trying not to cut itself with safety scissors.
“Don’t wait up for me alright?”
Your breath hitches with panic.
“You’ll be back though right?” What the fuck were you saying? You don’t want him back. Well— of course you want him back. But camp doesn’t. And the people he betrayed definitely don’t.
“Of course silly.” He says it like it’s another Tuesday afternoon. Something domestic. Like there isn’t a bounty on his head to give him up to the gods.
He presses one last slow lingering kiss to your lips. It’s warm. And makes sadness linger.
“I love you.”
He whispers. You don’t know if it’s true. You want to ask. do you? But he brought you gifts and then treated you right. But if he really loved you. Wouldn’t he have stayed? Sacrificed his whole empire and recruits just to be with you.
He doesn’t wait for an answer back. Luke’s opening your door and walking outside. Not looking back no matter how hard you want him too.
The rest of the day your mind is fuzzy. Fuzzy warm one moment and then cold the next, negative, and hateful. Post orgasm realization making you realize things you haven’t before. Everything about your situation is confusing. Making your head hurt.
Going for a walk you see campers all huddling around the campfire. As far as you’re concerned nothing big was happening today. All the campers that took summer vacation away are supposed to be coming back tomorrow.
You jog up to the ground, theres murmurs all around but you can’t focus on one thing. “Excuse me..?” You tap a campers shoulder. There face changes when they realize it’s you. a hades child. but they don’t leave. “What happened?”
“Percy’s here, Annabeth too— they said Luke was here. And he poisoned Thalia’s tree.”
Your heart stopped. Apparently “errands” now meant trying to hurt camp. Stab more friends in the back and the border that protect us all.
Luke only came to poison the tree. But he came to you first. Does that not mean anything?
Where Luke accidentally (or not) showing everyone who you belongs to
m.list
words : 1k
contents : suggestive content, heavy possessiveness, territorial behavior, jealousy tropes, marking (hickeys/biting), public displays of affection, and implied intimacy.
a/n : I can't stop thinking that Luke will be a very possessive boyfriend so I make this one. Please remember that both of them are already legal in here!
Also this is still a part of Luke x Aphrodite's daughter!reader series, but you can also read it one-shot.
Enjoy!!!
Years have passed since the incident at the Orpheus Gate, and the tension of the prophecy has long been replaced by a comfortable, domestic rhythm. Luke has grown into his role as a senior leader, his frame broader, his presence more grounded—but his devotion to you has only intensified.
That morning, the Hermes cabin is quiet. Luke is being particularly clingy before the wake-up horn, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his lips tracing the sensitive skin there with a slow, sleepy hunger. You don’t think much of the sharp pinch of his teeth or the lingering pressure of his lips—Luke is always a bit more "physical" when he is half-asleep.
Slipping you into the Hermes cabin is almost too easy for him. With a well-timed 'delivery' of sugar-filled snacks to the Stoll brothers, Luke ensures a chaotic diversion in the common room while he ushers you down the hall. He treats the whole thing like a high-stakes mission, his eyes sparkling with that old, mischievous light as he locks the door to his room, finally having you all to himself away from the prying eyes of Aphrodite’s gossip-hungry cabin.
"Luke, I have to go," you murmur, patting his messy curls. "It’s my turn to help with the strawberry harvest before the dew dries. If I don't show up, the satyrs will eat my entire share."
He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his arms tightening around your waist for one last, stubborn second before kissing the spot on your neck one last time. "See you at lunch, anchor," he whispers, a suspicious, triumphant smirk playing on his lips that you are too rushed to question.
You scramble out through the secret exit, adjust your clothes, and head straight for the fields. But as you work alongside the other campers, the morning feels... off.
It starts with the satyrs. Usually, they’re too busy stuffing their faces with berries to notice anything, but today they are pausing to snicker and nudge each other as you walk by. You frown, checking if you have juice stained on your shirt. Then, you head toward the central green, and the whispering only gets louder.
At the archery range, you see a group of Apollo girls giggling behind their hands, their arrows flying wide because they're too busy staring at you. Even Clarisse, who is sharpening her spear nearby, stops and lets out a loud, mocking whistle that echoes across the grass.
"Nice 'accessory', girl!" Clarisse yells, a wicked grin on her face. "Didn't know Castellan started marking his property like a stray dog."
You blink, confused, your hand instinctively going to your face. "What are you talking about, Clarisse? Is there mud on me?"
She just laughs, a rough, booming sound, and shakes her head. "Ask your boyfriend at lunch. If he can stop smirking long enough to answer."
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By the time you reach the dining pavilion for a quick water break, the whispering is constant. You find Luke sitting at the table, leaning back with a smug, relaxed posture, watching you approach. He looks exceptionally pleased with himself, his brown eyes tracking your every move with a predatory sort of pride.
"Luke," you say, huffing as you sit beside him. "Everyone is acting so weird today. Do I have something on my face? Is my hair messed up?"
Luke doesn't answer immediately. He just reaches out, his thumb grazing your jawline, his gaze dropping to the side of your neck. "You look perfect to me," he murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling vibration.
Not long after, you hear someone calling your name. You turn to see Elias—the son of Apollo who still, after all these years, hasn't quite learned his lesson. He walks toward the table, but he stops dead in his tracks about three feet away. His eyes widen as they land on your neck.
"Whoa," Elias blurts out, fixed squarely on the spot Luke spent so much time on this morning. "That's... uh... that’s a pretty bold claim. I didn't think Luke was the type to leave a trail like that. I guess the 'Golden Boy' likes to leave his mark."
Your heart drops. Your hand flies to your neck, your fingers finding a patch of skin that feels slightly raised and warm.
"A what?" you hiss, your face turning a shade of red that would put an Ares cabin war banner to shame.
Luke doesn't even flinch. He just lets out a dark, melodic chuckle, leaning back and draping his arm over the back of your chair, pulling you closer to him.
"Problem, Elias?" Luke asks, his voice smooth but laced with that dangerous, protective edge. He doesn't look embarrassed at all; in fact, he looks like he’s ready to take a victory lap.
Elias looks at the mark—a deep, bruised purple flower blooming just below your ear—and then at Luke’s smug face. He clears his throat, mumbles an apology, and scurries away faster than he did years ago at the dock.
"LUKE CASTELLAN!" you protest, turning to him and trying to hide your neck with your hair. "You let me walk around the entire camp like this? Everyone sees!"
Luke just laughs, a genuine, boyish sound that makes his eyes crinkle. He reaches out and gently pulls your hand away from your neck, his thumb tracing the mark he made.
"I didn't hear you complaining this morning," he teases, his smirk widening. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Besides, I was tired of people like Elias forgetting who you belong to. Consider it a silent declaration of war against anyone who thinks they can look at you for too long."
"It's embarrassing!" you whisper-yell, though you can feel your heart racing at the possessive heat in his eyes.
Luke hums, kissing your cheek before leaning back again, his arm still firmly around you. "Maybe. But now everyone knows, anchor. You’re marked. And I think I’m going to make sure it stays that way for the rest of the week."
He winks at you, looking completely unapologetic, while the rest of the camp continues to whisper—now fully aware that the 'Golden Boy' of Hermes has a very, very sharp set of teeth when it comes to his girl.
i love ur writing sm omg!!!! could u perchance do luke feeling so betrayed that the reader chose camp half blood over him, so he kidnaps her?? maybe she puts up a fight and he has to restrain her lowk 🤭 js hear me out yall
luke castellan x fem!reader
warnings: obviously k1dnapp1ng, luke's kind of mean, sinister and a lil crazy, mention of bl00d, daggers, wounds, v1olence (?, use of yn
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Life without Luke at camp felt weird. Not lonely, not depressing or out of place, just plain weird. It was weird how different the day-to-day life of summer felt without the overconfident and sometimes loudmouth, uncalled leader of the Hermes kids, and everyone's favorite counselor. It was strange how after a while, you could easily sleep at night in his absence. Not that you shared a bed but, for the first few weeks after summer, even in the comfort of your own home, your thoughts wouldn't let you rest a second.
It was hard not to think about the things you could've said to make him stay, to make him not leave you behind, but he was so blinded. He swayed drunk with the idea of power, of getting that gold blood. But was there really something you could have done for him to stay? Would he have thought about staying when he was already elbows-deep into the idea of pursuing something bigger, and better?
After the processing, people, campers-, started to move on. And that included you. It’s not like Luke cared, anyway. He doesn't care about anyone at camp, so why should you show caring to him? If only he hadn't asked you to join him before he disappeared forever. It made you wonder what would've happened if you said yes. If you followed his steps, not yours. Would you be able to deal with the thoughts of betrayal and get drunk in power you didn't need, or want? You were no traitor. That's the one thing you knew you could trust yourself with.
And summer came back sooner than you expected. Back at camp, you and the rest of counselors had a lot more work to do. Luke wasn't the only one leaving, he decided to take as many campers as he could, and that left you and the rest of your teammates as the only reasonable people at camp.
Nights always felt a bit colder the first few weeks, the remains of campfires around you being the only thing that kept your feet warm as you walked back to your cabin two or three times a week, arranging schedules. You found yourself countless times in fellow cabins talking about next week's activities. Due to the lack of Luke’s presence, someone else had to get the job done, even if it led to endless discussions with other counselors. But the kids couldn't miss the activities, not with how dangerous everything was now. Luke's departure was just the cherry on top for the beginning of the end.
"Back to your cabins, now" you commanded to a couple of campers who thought they were being sneaky enough for you not to notice their silhouettes in the dark trees. Having to act like a parent was something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It felt demanding and invasive, the idea scratched your brain in all the wrong places.
As you heard the footsteps drift away, the thin wind crashed against your cheeks. You closed your eyes, just for a moment. You took the deep breath from the cold air, burning your nosestrills and shaking your lungs. The starts were shining beautifully at this occasion, and you remembered those times in which you were the one sneaking out after hours, meeting up with friends by the lake to whisper all the gossip and dip in the water. Luke was almost always there, too.
But if we were to talk about what you and Luke used to do, it'd be never ending.
A few steps behind you startled you. You stopped and looked at your watch. It was late, normally if you catch someone sneaking out this late it would've been just a couple kids. You couldn't see anyone, not even a shadow, but you knew someone was there, you heard it clearly. With a sigh and both hands on your hips, your voice raises through the clearing, "Alright, listen, if you don't want to get in trouble with Mr. D for sneaking out, you better head back to your cabins right this moment! Understood?!"
No one answered, as expected. It's not like you ever waited for a reply, but right now, you only heard the crickets. You must've been losing your mind, and it was only the third week. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed the bridge of your nose, turning your body to start walking again. You were tired, you've had a rough day, you deserved to rest.
And the second you took a step, you stopped again. You were confused. You'd recognize that figure anywhere, but it couldn't be. It was impossible. Hands on his pockets, perfectly erect back, not a twitch in his posture. You stared in disbelief, taking in the image of him, here, now. Like a tourist in a strange place, a painting that didn't belong anywhere.
Luke stood still, eyes looking right back at you. He wasn't smiling, but rather biting back the deep need of giving you his usual smirk. "Well, I'd recognize that voice anywhere," he said with a raspy voice, "I can't believe they put you in my old place" he shrugged his shoulders.
You swallowed, thick, tight and uncomfortable. And suddenly, everything came rushing back, like blood to the head. He took a single step closer, his eyes burning into yours with fierceness. "I had already forgotten about you," you masked the rapid beating of your heart with a confident tone, "Yet here you are". You saw the umbearable raise of his eyebrows, the one he did when something annoyed him. "What are you doing here?" you asked.
He shrugged again and shook his head, "Just passing by"
"No" your heels dugged to the ground, "You don’t get to come around and play your games. Not anymore."
Your stare was as sharp as a dagger, like the one hiding under your jeans, poking your upper thigh. You'd learned something from so many years at camp; don't walk out disarmed.
He remained standing, like a soldier, waiting for you to speak so he'd attack you ten times harder. "How did you trespass camp borders?" you ask, suddenly hitting yourself with the wave of realization that he was, in fact, not supposed to be here, despite being a demigod.
"Those campers you put as guards were a little weak," he responded, your brows flinched in anger. A few campers offered to do shifts of guarding at camp borders, especially around Thalia's tree, after Luke's majestic checkmate lowered the feeling of safety. "But don't worry, they'll eventually wake up".
"They better” you bit, “You've done enough"
He chuckled, and it hit a cord. It felt weird to hear him, specially like this, after months.
"Seriously, why are you here?" you ask again, impatiently.
"Like I said," he starts, his voice getting lower, "Just passing by. Wanted to see how everything was going, check on a few things, say hello-," he said, taking a step forward, which he immediately regrets when you pulled out your dagger. Sharp, heavy. Luke figured you recently polished it. He rose his hands up in the air, "Whoo," he chuckled, "Hello there" he smiled.
"You know damn well I'll stab you if I have to" you said.
You saw his eyes, barely getting any light from the moon splashing onto the lake, looking down at the weapon, then at your face. "I have no doubt," his voice sounded so sincere, and he knew. He knew if you had the chance, and the will, you'd have his neck pinned to the ground with a clean stab, just like he had shown you, "But I assure you, yn, you don't want to make a scene"
You processed his words. There's no way Luke came all the way here, from wherever he was standing, to here, all by himself. You knew how many campers he took, how many followed, and only the gods know how many followed him after he left. He must've applied one of those cold tactics he had and loved to use during capture the flag. His little soldiers waiting for you to make a mistake so they'll hurt you, or the rest of the campers in their surrounded cabins, oblivious to the scene happening just a few meters away, or perhaps, both.
You still held your dagger with a tight grip, looking directly at his face. You breathe through your lips. Your lungs tightening if you kept inhaling through your nose like a mad bull. It was so tempting to go ahead and slash him across the face, like the one time you got the upper hand during training.
He took your silence as an initiative to take a careful step forward again. "What did you do with them?" you ask, truly frightened of what he could've done. After all, you don't know him anymore.
"Nothing I haven't done before", he says. You look at him, puzzled, "I've been in and out of this place more times than you can believe"
That made your facade crumble a little. "What?" you inquire.
"Come on," he sang, "How'd you think I knew I would find you right here, right now?"
Your face was burning with embarrassment.
"I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time", he said, and now, you truly saw him. Under the moonlight, his features sharpened. He was angry, you saw him better. His jaw tightened with the grip of his teeth, and that ugly scar across his face was just as prominent and dominant as the rest of him. He'd gotten stronger, you noticed. It wasn't something you could see, but rather feel. His gaze had turned darker, sharper, and the purse of his lips wasn't real anymore, because he knew that in between you two, if one had to lose, it was you.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I know everything" he takes another step, and your fingers clench tighter on the hilt of your dagger. You felt exposed, naked, like a child being found out of a prank, "Your routine, your training, your camp duties," he continues, and a wave of disgust washed over you. He dared to smirk "Your shower time".
"So,” you interrupt, “you came all the way here just to tell me you've been spying on me?" you dared with superb tone, "Not so smart, I see"
His smirk faded. "No," he said, "I've come to give you a choice" You were silent, but the fire inside of you was burning so bright, you felt the rage holding your weight down. "In fact, I've come hoping you choose the right choice. I already asked you to join me once"
You scoffed. "You need me that much?"
His energy grew as big as a lion's. "You've become something so much more powerful than what I remember," he continued, and his tone started to change, that familiar persuading tone that would've put you on your knees before, and you had to fight the feeling now, "I can't let you go to waste"
"What makes you think I would ever follow you?" you spoke with disgust coating your words, "You already asked once and I said no, so why come back to waste more time?"
He stepped even closer this time. You sensed he was holding back something. A feeling, a movement. Something he’s been wanting to tell you for a long time, yet for obvious reasons, you never tried to contact Luke again.
"Why did you leave me?" he inquired suddenly, and his concerned tone left you speechless, unable to fight back. "For this place? Was it better to stay here instead of looking up to the ones that truly have the power?"
"You said it." you bit back suddenly, "They have the power, Luke. Not you"
He sighed with gratitude, "And that's about to change. You don't know, not even the biggest of the gods knows, how many things are coming. How great the times are about to become" he looked for something in your eyes, something that, as small as it was, would join his own sparkle. "And all this time, I wanted you there. You are wasted potential, yn, don't you see?"
"Come on, Luke. Is that what you say to all the girls that refuse to join you?"
He laughed, and his breath hit your face coldly. "You were so always special, huh?" he said, and now he was inches away from your face. You moved back. "I wanted you to see me succeed. I want you to help me build a better world. But," his hand went up, and touched the dagger between you two. You didn't flinch. "Why did you have to be so blind?"
"I'm not blind, Luke. I'm just not stupid, unlike you"
"Don't act so innocent" he spat back, his face contorted in anger, "You know how many lives could've been saved if you didn't decide to play hero?"
"Like who? Like Thalia's?" you bit, and he was visibly shaken by you now. You never met Thalia, and for obvious reasons, never spoke to her, but you knew who she was, who she had been. You heard about the tree from Luke himself, a few months after you arrived to camp. As the bigger person, Luke had always been careful when it came to that girl that he seemed to love so much. But after what he did? After he teared apart the one thing that made everyone feel safe, how could you trust him? "Just how sinister do you have to be, Luke? To step into camp like you own it and then ask me to join you, again? Well, surprise, captain, as soon as you step out of this place, we'll come for you. I'll make sure of that"
Luke bit the inside of his cheek. You were really getting into his nerves now. He turned around, hands behind his back, and the moonlight reflected off his dark hair. The sight made you gasp for air. How could such a beautiful person have such ugly intentions? He stepped back where you first saw him, where his figure was almost pitch black. You wanted to jump on him and slice his throat. How could he ever behave like this? Someone you looked up to so much, someone you admired, how could he hurt you like this?
Suddenly, he gasped, and frowned his brows. "Now, yn. When did I ask you to join me again?"
You took your sweet time to answer, confused. Still, your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. "What do you mean? You just did"
He smiled, "No, silly, no" he replied, as if you should already know what he's going for, "It wasn't a question, it was an order"
You laughed. "Excuse me?"
"You're coming with me" he demanded with a nod.
"Over my dead body" you chuckled in disbelief. You had already taken a few steps back in defense. Your senses were heightened, you felt the danger of the situation. And you were alone.
Luke stood there, all sharp and cruel. You knew that look better than you'd like to admit. You figured he must've wanted something from you the moment you saw him, you just didn't realize he wasn't going to leave until you left with him, too. The silence of the forest was suddenly too loud and heavy on your shoulders, too full. He wasn't just a trespasser; he was a lure.
"Luke," you warned, your own voice a low growl now. The dagger flipped in your grip, trying to wipe out the cold sweat from your hand. "Don't."
"It's not like you're giving me a choice here, yn. Or them, either". He tilted his head. You looked for the dim lights of the cabins around you. "So, you chose. Either you make a scene, or I'd be more than pleased to lead you with me"
You could've thrown the knife right then. Should've. But your arm was leaden. He wasn't talking to you anymore. He was talking to the memory of the boy who taught you how to throw it. The one who told you to always aim for the throat, not the chest. That's how he always made sure any enemy, creature or not, would disappear. The one who held your own wrist, steady with a sword, as you learned to find a target in the dark. And he was here, now, to collect the debt of that lesson.
"I'd rather drop off dead than try to take down Olympus with you" you stated, as much to convince yourself as to defy him.
"Yeah, that's exactly how I remembered you" he hissed, "With your stupid lack of courage" He kept a calm posture, but you knew better than to assume he was calm. Luke Castellan never was. He was now boiling rage.
There was no way he was disarmed. You knew, deep down, that if he wasn't hiding something right now, then he must've had you surrounded by his soldiers, right where you couldn't see them. Behind you, around you, hoping you'd crumble and shake your knees to the ground. He was a predator, and you'd walked right into his trap.
You needed to distract him.
You swallowed. "You lost everything when you decided to turn your back on everyone who loved you," you spat, the words tasting like acid. "When you had no shame in betraying everyone"
His lip twitched; a wince of pain crossed his face. He paid more attention to his anger than his sorroundings. And you got him.
You did exactly what he told you to do two summers ago, when your enemy was standing right in front of you and you needed to escape; aim it, throw it. It has to be as precise as an arrow, but it has to cut. Like a sword.
The dagger flew from your hand, a silver streak in the moonlight. You didn't aim for the throat, because after all, you didn't want to kill him. You aimed for the side of his chest. And as much as he was distracted by you, he was no dummy. He twisted in his place, with a speed that even surprised you, but the blade had cut down his arm.
He grabbed his bicep in pain, groaning faintly. You were unarmed. Empty. The knowledge crashed over you, cold and absolute. Your heart hammered against your ribs and busted in your eardrums, a frantic bird in a cage of weak bones. Every instinct screamed at you, and you obeyed; you run.
You tried your best not to look back as your legs burned. You felt your heart fall down your stomach with fear, what had you done? You didn't even know where to run. The cabins were not safe, not with the kids. If Luke had to attack in front of everyone, he would. Besides, if everyone, including Chiron, saw what was happening and Luke succeeded in taking you, the chaos would just be worse. You wouldn't let this place fall apart more than it was already doing.
You heard the footsteps behind you, but they weren't Luke's. It was too many. Slower, but loud. When you reached a tree big enough to hide you, you stumbled as you lowered your pace. Hiding on your lower back, attached to your jeans, was the other pair of the dagger. You pulled it out, a small, silent gasp of relief leaving your lips as you held the weapon, this one being smaller but just as sharp. You were alive, and you were armed. It wouldn't save you, but if you played the right cards, it could give you some time.
You peaked carefully, the footsteps getting closer. Four, maybe five, figures stepped out of the darkness. They had the same look in their eyes as Luke. They couldn't see how much of monsters they had become.
You felt a surge of anger. You recognized Chris and took in the sight of him before he saw you. He had brought the others, the ones who followed him when Luke wasn't around. "Where the hell did she go?" you heard him say. Just as he was close enough, you pulled the same move; aim, throw, precise, cut. The dagger hit Chris' shoulder deeply, and he yelped in pain. He stumbled back as he recognized the engraved initials on the blade, groaning with disgust.
The element of surprise was gone, three skilled ex-campers were still in the hunt for you. You ran even faster now, unsure of where to go. You scanned your surroundings; you were past the cabins now. You could either enter your cabin from the back and just wait for them to leave, but that would take you more time and more of a risk, or you could try and hide inside the arena. If you could reach it fast enough, you might have a chance. You could take a sword and at least try to defend yourself against bulky egg-eating boys. You knew the place, the hidden doors, you could do this. You knew Luke's land, after all.
"Split up!" one of them shouted when you disappeared into a dark shadow. "Find her!"
Your legs were starting to give out. The adrenaline was the only thing pushing you forward, and the fear of what Luke might do if he caught you. You sprinted towards the familiar stone archway, your lungs screaming for air. The ground was uneven here, and you nearly stumbled twice. Behind you, you could hear the crashing of branches and angry shouts. They were closing in.
Panic began to set in, a cold snake coiling in your gut. If someone saw you from a specific spot, they'd see all of you. All your little pathetic and scared figure looking for something to escape. You picked up your pace again, this place was a bad idea. Something inside you didn't feel right. But you walked right into a blind spot.
Just past the stone, where you wouldn't have looked back, the adrenaline overcharged you with confidence, someone grabbed you. His forearms pressed against your throat, cutting your airflow. You gasped, your hands flying up to claw at the iron grip. A wall of muscle and rage.
"Shh. Relax," his voice made a cold shiver run down your spine. "You don't have to make things so difficult, sweetheart"
"Go to hell" you grunt. You kicked back, right where you knew it'd hurt him, demigod or not. He let go of you faster than expected, grunting in pain, and you fell to the ground. Dirt and stones scratching against your palms painfully. You brushed something off your lower lip that stung, before you tried to step up and run again.
But Luke was faster, he tackled you to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of you. For a second, the stars above you blurred into a smear of white and silver. You still managed to get up, barely. His hand held your waist with immaculate force. You kicked and yelped, but his big hand covered your chin and your mouth as he stumbled your back onto a nearby tree. He held your hands above your head, his own pressing on your forearms, his body a suffocating weight even though he wasn't crushing you.
"You're making a fool of yourself," he panted. In the dim light, you could see the gash on his arm, dark and wet on his white jacket. You felt something on you, the hilt of his sword pressing against your hipbone. He hadn't even drawn it yet; you didn't even notice it was there in the first place.
"Get off me," you snarled, struggling against him. It was useless. He was stronger, heavier, and fueled by a fury you couldn't match even if you hated his guts. Your legs felt weak.
"I tried to be nice," he said, his voice dangerously low. "I told you what would happen if you didn't come quietly" He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. The familiar scent of him made your feel nostalgic. "You have no idea how easy it would be to snap that pretty little neck of yours" he whispered. But you knew he wouldn't, you knew he needed you. He wanted you.
He was enjoying this. You hated him for it. You hated how he was getting away with it all.
He looked down at your lips, the one bleeding with a cut. He lowered a hand, pressing his thumb on your wet mouth, you hissed. The tint of crimson dyed on his skin as he brought it up to his own lips, licking it clean. "You're a mess" he said, a small, cruel announcement that wanted to do nothing but hurt you.
And he succeeded. Your eyes stung with tears. How could he do this to you? After all these years? You refused to let them fall, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You turned your head away from him, trying to hide your face.
"What's wrong?" he mocked, "Don't like it when I touch you anymore?" He asked, and your face burned with embarrassment.
You looked back into his eyes, searching for any hint of the boy you once knew. But all you saw was a stranger, someone wearing the face of him when you used to care for each other. He was gone, replaced by this cruel, power-hungry tyrant. "Why are you doing this to me?" you ask, voice breaking.
The footsteps were getting closer again. You knew now, you had nowhere to go, but you needed him to answer your question.
"I don't want to hurt you, yn. I don't want to kill you", he let your hands fall back to your sides. After all, you were done for. His hands cupped your face in an attempt of cleaning your tears, the dirt in your face. "I just want you to open your eyes to the truth, like I did", he continued, you remained silent, lips quivering with sadness, "You are meant for something so much greater than this. You are meant for the kind of power no one here can give you". His thumbs brushed your cheeks, wiping away the dampness. "I can't bear the thought of leaving again and you staying here. Not again, yn"
It was a lot to process. All of this, because he couldn't move on without you? The footsteps stopped. From the corner of your eye, you saw four figures standing around you. Chris winced as he removed the dagger from his shoulder, letting the blade fall at your feet; his blood staining your shoe.
"She sure is hard to catch," an unknown boy said, you think you saw him at the Ares cabin last summer. He then proceeded to look at Luke, while his stare was never leaving yours. "Rope?" he asked.
Luke shook his head, "Nah," he said with a click of his tongue, "That won't be necessary. She understood her lesson, didn't you?" he asked you, waiting for an answer.
You didn't give him one.
"I'll take that as a yes. She's had enough," he announced, stepping back from you. He picked up your dagger, but saved it to himself. "I'll give this back to you when you deserve it" he patted the side of your hip with it, like a broken toy. You swallowed hard. You saw his eyes, you understood him without words.
Leave now, with him, and everyone and everything else, would be fine.
He waited your approval. You nodded.
"Let's go," he then said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He took out a tissue from the gods know where, and wiped clean the blade of your weapon. "We have work to do".
imagine non!mc reader being seen by the li's best friends ii
part iii
imagine being dragged to mo's art studio by miss hunter, insisting you tag along to aid in rafayels search for new inspiration.
you dont really think he needs it after arriving and laying your eyes on the canvas, his newest masterpiece he's been working on the past couple of days, but you hear him rambling on & on to miss hunter about it missing something and that she must help him.
imagine sitting on a far end of the sofa, watching rafayel and miss hunter standing by the window, engaged in an animated conversation that you dont have the heart to keep up with.
the only thing you can hear is the waves crashing against the shore as your heart feels heavier and heavier in your chest at the sight. he's barely even spared you a glance this entire visit.
"animated, isn't he?"
you're startled from your thoughts, whipping your head around at the sudden voice.
"oh," you breathe out, hand coming up to your chest in an attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart.
his rich chuckle rings out beside you.
"sorry, i didn't mean to frighten you," he says, eyes softening the longer he stares at you before glancing off to the pair.
"you were dragged here again?"
you huff out a small breath.
"what gave it away?"
he sees the longing in your eyes— he would be blind not to— everytime this happens, when rafayel and miss hunter are lost in their own little world and you feel left out of it.
he's not sure if rafayel is that blind, or if he simply doesn't care.
but thomas was determined to show you that someone does.
"well, i was just about to drop by a café for a light lunch. would you care to join me?"
your gaze flits up to meet his eyes, and you feel your heart flutter at the look in them before moving down to his outstretched hand he's offering towards you.
between the look in his eyes and the hunger welling up in your stomach, you cant help but to take his hand in your hold.
even after helping you up from where you're sat, leading you out the door and outside, enveloped in the fresh air, he doesn't let go of your hand for a moment.
and he doesn't think he wants to. not anytime soon.
imagine being left to your own devices once again, having watched sylus take his impromptu leave from your place in the kitchen, sparing yet another curt wave and a short "dont wait up," before strolling out the door, donned in his black leather that made you involuntarily swoon.
you knew the reason without him having to say: another night spent with miss hunter—
and another night spent without you.
its been like this for a couple of weeks now, maybe you should be used to it. or maybe you dont want to be. maybe you're hoping, silently, that he'll extend the invite to you.
after all, she's your friend too.
but you're not sure "friends" is what they're calling each other.
before your thoughts can spiral further, a door bursts open nearby, followed by hurried footsteps.
"madame! madame!"
you blink, turning towards the pair that almost appear to be racing towards you, excitement clear in their movements. they lightly shove each other out of the way.
kieran beats luke by a second, stopping just short of you as luke stumbles behind him.
"hey, no fair!"
"you deserved that, now behave in front of the madame!"
"no way! madame, tell him to be nice!"
"WHAT?! i am nice!"
"madame, look what we found!"
"wait– you– no fair!"
you let out a light laugh at their back and forth, eyes shifting towards luke's phone he has pointed towards you.
you lean in, eyeing the photo.
"'crimson crow cake with buttercream frosting.' a cake? what's the occasion?"
you tilt your head in question, meeting luke's eyes (or, the masks' eyes), quickly glancing over to kieran for an answer as well.
"no reason," kieran shrugs.
"we just wanted to make it with you!" luke finishes the thought.
"can we?" kieran almost begs, falling to his knees with his hands clasped together.
"well..."
"PLEASE," luke chimes in, knees hitting the tile with a soft thud, hands clasped tight.
"you're the best baker we know!"
"you can always call a professional–"
"ITS NOT THE SAME!" luke cries.
"we want to bake with you, not have something made for us!"
"its the act that counts!"
"the thought," kieran corrects.
"same difference," luke counters.
this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. the twins, having also been left behind more often as sylus left on his excursions with miss hunter, were not blind. they caught sight of you lingering, staring at the door he left from for minutes after he'd already been gone, solemn look on your face.
even with how loyal they felt towards their boss, they couldn't help but ache for you. you, who had been there for them for as long as they could remember, you who patched them up after every mission gone awry, you who indulged in their pranks and nonsense–
you, who always, willingly, looked after them.
because of this, they took it upon themselves to spend time with you whenever they could, by either playing a game, watching a show or movie, or like right now, begging you to bake something with them (because they both seemed to have quite the sweet tooth, and a love for your treats).
you looked from one crow mask to the other, sighing softly in defeat.
"alright, why not?"
they simultaneously jumped up, cheering in triumph.
"sweet treats, sweet treats~" luke sang.
"crow cake~ crow cake~" kieran sang back.
"start getting the ingredients together, yea?"
"aye, aye!" they salute in unison, turning to the pantry to grab everything.
you grab some bowls and utensils, smiling to yourself.
the kitchen would undoubtedly turn into a mess of ingredients sprawled almost everywhere but the bowl it was supposed to be in, but the twins were never afraid to get their hands dirty if it meant seeing you smile for another day.
rest of the brainrot 4 the others before i make longer versions for everyone :x i considered making thomas divorced for this scenario buuut may not just 2 keep it simple.... for the twins ,i wrote it w a platonic relationship in mind so hopefully it still hits ok ? this batch was a bit difficult for some reason lolol
im surprised how much attention it received so quickly thank u for liking this idea as much as i do ! i have lots of ideas w a good mesh of angst n yearning n fluff i can't wait 2 share more thoughts :x
