hi hi!! i love love love ur luke storyyy💌💌 do u think u could make one where luke is all whiny cuz he’s sick and reader takes care of him? specially the reader is a super girly aphrodite girl and luke lays in her bed with her super pink sheets and stuffed animals!
luke’s little heaven
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summary: aphrodite!reader looks after her poor boyfriend in her princess bedroom!!
a/n: anon, i absolutely adore this idea, where my aphrodite girls at!!!💘🪽i would love to do more aphrodite!reader tbh remember requests are always always open!! 😚 might edit!
warnings: none!! just fluff hehe
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there he was, luke castellan, your boyfriend, camp half-blood’s best swordsman, surrounded by pink pillows, stuffed bunny rabbits and lambs.
a true sight for sore eyes.
he laid beneath the canopy surrounding your pretty pink bed, inhaling the heady scent of gourmand vanilla that seemed to cling to every corner of the room. and the source happened to be you- cabin 10’s sweetheart.
poor luke had found himself with an unfortunate case of the flu this summer- fortunately, he had his radiant angel of a girlfriend to nurse him back to health.
“babyyy…” luke called, pouting as he wrapped his arms around a plush, pink pillow in the absence of his darling.
“i’m right here, beautiful.” you murmured, perching yourself beside him on the bed as you gently stroked your patient’s hair out his face. poor thing had hardly left your bed in days! you were practically waiting on him hand and foot. but of course, you loved him and he would do the same for you.
“mm… baby, can you-” luke burst into a fit of coughs, you winced, he had been coughing for days without end, complaining of a sore throat, thus you knew he must be in pain. “can you help me with my water?” luke lifted his head, giving you those beautiful baby blues you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to, even if you wanted to (which you didn’t frankly.)
“of course, sweetheart- sore throat?” you frowned as you guided him to sit up carefully.
he only whined in response.
you held the glass to his lips and helped him drink the water, a few droplets escaped and you grabbed a tissue to clean him up. “any more?” you asked tenderly.
he shook his head, a slightly pout present on those pretty lips. it was such a juxtaposing scene, this supposedly hardened hermes boy languid and sprawled across the sweetest aphrodite girl’s bed. not only that, but in his sleep, you were certain he was holding a pink stuffed bunny to his chest.
“kay.” you mumbled softly as you place the glass on your bedside table- once cluttered with lipglosses and crystals, now teeming with tissues and medicines. you dabbed around his mouth with the tissue.
luke’s gaze never tore away from you, his pleading eyes on yours as you took care of him.
you discarded the tissue and carded your fingers through the boy’s messy blond tresses. that pout on his lips never seemed to wane. “sweetheart, please… just get in bed…” luke murmured, sniffling. his tone was, to be frank, bordering on begging and rather pathetic. you sighed. he was sick, he knew it and you did, but luke had been whining for day for you to let him hold you or vice versa- but the aphrodite girl you were, you were reticent, actively trying to avoid the sickness yourself.
you bit your lip. “luke… you’re poorly… you ought to get some rest, would you like me to get you some medicine- cough syrup?” you mumbled sweetly as you stroked his hair. he was such a mess, you’d never admit it but luke had never looked more adorable.
“no, no more cough syrup, gods above.” luke nearly scowled at the mere mention of that gods forsaken medicine; you had all but forced him to take it for he despised the taste, but you had rebuked him, claiming he was just being difficult and a brat. “just c’mere, babe… i feel-” cough. “-better now.” the son of hermes whined.
you sighed and gave him a chiding look. “you are most definitely not better- now how about i check your temperature-” you reached for the thermometer but luke cut you off the a disapproving, annoyed sound in his throat, grabbing your wrist, tugging you closer.
“baby, please… c’mon what about a kiss? you’re killing me…” he whined, pouting, his cheeks pink with fever and his hair sticking up all directions (hadn’t you just smoothed that out?)
“luke, you’re sick!” you told him off, flattening your skirt as he pulled on your arm. for one, you didn’t want his germs, but another you had just done your lipgloss! you couldn’t kiss him now! and knowing luke, he didn’t just want a kiss, he would probably try to stick his tongue down your throat in the process- could you blame him? you had hardly even held his hand for days- let alone kiss the boy.
“aw- c’mon, angel!” he whined, employing that nickname he had used for you ever since being claimed by aphrodite. “jus’ c’mere-” he huffed, pouting.
you relented and scooted closer, you patted your lap. “no cuddling, i’m sorry, petal. you need to rest. come here.” you let him use your thighs as a pillow.
with a grumble, he looped an arm around your hips, his fingers toy with the hem of your skirt. without hesitation, luke buried his face in your thighs. “cruel, cruel girl…” he mumbled, muffled by the pink fabric, a hand finding your thigh. one of your own hands landed in his blond locks, the other stroked his back. those pink manicured nails occasionally scratched scalp or muscles.
“you’ll be fine.” you murmured, feigning annoyance but a small adoring smile broke across your lips.
nobody would have believed you if you had said luke castellan could be so needy. whining for his girlfriend’s touch.
a whine reverberated against your skin. “jus’ one kiss…” he gripped your thigh in attempt to pull you closer. “need you, pretty girl…” he buried his face into his new pillow. so damn clingy.
then a kiss to the sliver of skin on your thigh.
“luke.”
“mm?” he kissed your thigh again.
“buttering me up won’t work. i’m not going to kiss you.” you sigh. you knew his game. he would kiss your body, call you those pretty pet names, and touch you in attempts to get you to give in, and sometimes it worked- but that’s not the point!
“what! baby, c’mon!” he whined, his grip tightening on you now. pathetic really. “fine.” he huffed, the pout audible in his voice. “cuddle?” damn, he was relentless.
but that whiny voice…
try as you might you couldn’t resist that handsome hermes boy. oh it was so difficult! you wanted so hard to stand your ground but in the end… you gave in to those ocean eyes and laid down beside him.
luke didn’t miss a beat. immediately, he nestled his face into your chest and inhaled your vanilla scent. “oh, babe… i love you.” he groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist, that whiny tone ever present.
your hands once again found his back muscles and his hair. you kissed the top of his head. that’s all he was getting.
“i love you too, greedy thing.” you murmured so softly. the action of him moving on top of you briefly lifted the duvet to relief luke had, in fact, been cuddling your stuffed animals in your absence. your heart warmed and you held him a little tighter.
you knew in a less than a weeks time, you’d be sick once he was perfectly healthy; you just couldn’t seem to resist him! but luke would be there for you and he would kiss you all over, feeding you cough syrup, and it would be you complaining he wasn’t kissing you. he would declare it was pay back and then crawl into your bed and hold you just as you had held him.
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