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number-onekidqueen · 2 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

Part Two Part One

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

Comforting angst

warnings: character death, depression, lots of crying.

Days passed, days since your ki- hang out with Luke.

Hang out? Who were you kidding? It was clear it wasn’t him.

But you’d laid yourself bare to him, been about to confess all your feelings and he had just shut you down and run away.

Of course you didn’t wanna talk about it in the morning.

The tragedy was he did.

And just when you were feeling better, and your conversations weren’t so awkward, fate tossed you to the ground again, as it often did. You still didn’t really believe it.

Cecilia, your cabin counsellor, your beloved older sister had died on the road to college. It seemed impossible.

Of course, they’d had a brief ceremony, a burning of a golden yellow shroud weaved with her own fingers. And then they’d appointed you as cabin counsellor, announced a bunch of new kids had arrived and everyone forgot.

It made you sick to think people would forget Cecilia. That the three Apollo kids your cabin had greeted would grow up without her and never know of her presence.

Obviously, your cabin was upset, but they didn’t make it so as Aphrodite always did. The sun keeps shining, and Apollo kids kept going, laughing, training, even if muffled sobs could be heard the first few nights. They never talked of her, and after the first week, she was a sad little scar that had scabbed.

It still hurt a little, but the memory was what hurt the most.

Except for you. She was still a mortal, lethal wound for you. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure and pretend everything was okay.

Shortly, it all cracked and spilled out from you. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault really. Chiron was just trying to be supportive to little Will, but when he praised enthusiastically that he was the best archer he’d scene for 300 years, tears seemed to burst from you.

Because that had been Cecilia’s title. She had been the best archer, training all the little ones supportively and making people gasp with the precision of her shots.

It seemed Chiron had already forgotten. Everyone had.

It was like losing her all over again.

No one saw the little sun cracking on the archery field. They just noticed you disappearing behind some clouds.

You didn’t pay attention to the stares and whiplash glances of some, as you ran back to your cabin with tears streaming, and your heart in your throat.

Didn’t notice as a tall brunette boy on the sword plains spotted you, dropped his sword immediately and with a shouted apology behind him began to sprint after you.

Your bed was warm and comforting, the covers swaddled around your shoulders in a safe cocoon as you sobbed your heart and soul onto your pillow.

Cecelia was dead. Dead. This is what you would deal with every day for the rest of your life, she was dead and she would be replaced and forgotten and no one would even know her and-

The door creaked open and immediately you stilled, pretending to be asleep.

“Y/N?” It was Luke.

Not the timing, you thought to yourself miserably.

“Y-yeah,” you tried for a sleepy yawn, but it came out cracked and pained. Ugh.

“You ok?” He asked quietly, and you heard his footsteps approach.

“Yeah, yeah. Just woke up.” But your voice was hollow and very much awake.

He sat softly at the edge of your bed, and for a while you were both still. Only your breath was audible. Then, tentatively and slowly, you began to feel his warm fingers slide through your hair. It was so comforting and lovely that you had to swallow down the wave of tears that surfaced.

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmured, your hair in glorious tangles around his knuckles, “to cry. You don’t have to pretend. Especially for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whispered back, “it’s just-“ you hesitated.

I love you.

I don’t want to burden you with all my stupid problems.

“You probably don’t want to talk about this to anyone, right? Me included.” He guessed, and he began to retract his fingers and you felt like screaming at how utterly wrong he was. “I’m sorry, I should give you space.”

“No, you don’t have to. You can stay here.” You tried not to beg, but you were inches from clinging onto him to stop his departure. He understood.

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then here I’m staying. In your bed.” He reassured comfortingly, “I mean, on.”

His flustered stuttering made you smile weakly and turn to face him.

His whole face softened, lost all his fluster and stress when your eyes met, but you were too busy setting your head into his lap so you faced up at him to notice.

He traced your tear tracks, brushing any remaining ones away with his thumbs.

“I know the pain feels awful,” he said suddenly, “but if you ever feel bad, like you can’t breathe or you’re about to burst, don’t keep it in y/n, come find me. I’m always here for you, always.”

“Thank you.” You said near inaudibly.

“I hate seeing you cry,” he confessed, his forehead crinkling, “or being sad. It just hurts me. But I love making you feel better, I’d do anything in the world to make you happy, I promise.”

“Thank you.” You said louder this time, your cheeks beginning to heat up.

It was a peaceful few seconds you gazed at each other, smiling. Then you closed your eyes, comforted.

You felt warm hands lift your body, and your eyes fluttered open. But it was just Luke lying down beside you and repositioning yourself on his chest.

“Sorry,” he murmured, “just figured we might be here for a while.”

His arms encircled you, and even in your drunken state of misery, your heart rate sped up. You turned your head slightly, so you could hide your bashful grin in the orange folds of his shirt. His chest was warm, comforting, and you could feel every deep breath he took.

“Sorry,” you murmured, facing up once more, “your shirt’s probably going to be all soggy after this.”

“I don’t mind a soggy shirt if it makes you happy.” He breathed, and your heart was bursting from the love that statement invoked when you saw his eyes flicker. Your eyes. Your mouth.

Could he really-

Surely not-

Eyes. Mouth.

The air was electric, as if Zeus himself was in the cabin. The space was getting tighter and smaller and everything was so close and dizzy and what in the gods before you knew it you were nose to nose and you could feel his warm breath and he was leaning down to kiss you against the pillow.

It might’ve been the best kiss you ever had. With salt on your tongue, and sweetness from his lips, the tastes of all your emotions were combined, giving way to the most passionate and fantastic kiss you’d ever had. Your head was pressed to the pillow, and he was moving above you, warm, soft and pouring his heart out to you, the gateway his lips. It seemed every single ‘I love you’ either of you had ever been too afraid to say was expressed strongly now, each drop of attraction and love and feeling was encapsulated between the movement of your lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” he breathed, against your lips, when you finally pulled apart, both of you panting, “I didn’t want to do anything while you were drunk. But of course I wanted to. I wanted you. I have for so long.”

“It’s okay. I have too,” and you laughed, all those emotions and secrets finally free. You were so giddy with joy! But Luke remained tense, nervous for a reason you couldn’t determine. You calmed down, scared it was all about to come crashing down.

“It’s- it’s not just that, y/n,” he paused, sitting up further away, eyes still looking profoundly into yours, “I love you. I love you, all of you, and you should know that to me you’ve never been a burden, only a miracle to have been with.”

Your breath was caught in your throat, blown away by his confession. You were expecting he might’ve been crushing on you? But loving you? You’d never dared to consider that as an option. And you were beyond thrilled.

“Now would be a great time to say anything,” he laughed nervously, fingers brushing over your shoulders restlessly. You immediately felt awful for keeping him waiting.

“I love you too.” You blurted, letting silence ensue. “You make me so happy every time you make a joke or take care of the new unclaimed kids. I’m just in shock.”

And then the pair of you were laughing together, foreheads pressed together before you were tangled in an embrace, that led to another heated kiss on your bed.

You knew soon other campers would arrive to see two head counselors kissing, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In fact, while Luke’s like we’re on yours, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at all.

In the back of your mind, you were still sobbing over Cecilia. Deeply, you knew you always would. Your heart would always be chipped in that way, the missing fragment forever in her fist as she wandered Elysium.

But you also knew how happy she would be to see you thriving, dating and loving Luke, a boy she had always suggested and approved of. She imagined her now, giggling in delight and grinning at what had transpired. And slowly, the pain began to lift.

Maybe a scar would be okay, as long as you loved and remembered it.

Most of all, you knew that for as long as you required a shoulder to make soggy, Luke would always be there to be your comfort person.

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burstingsunrise · 4 months

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a shade of blue that don't fade lightly

#here i am again with another highly specific luke mb #we're having fun etc #miss u bby #luke hemmings #moodboard #can you believe how beautiful he is #this is a thing i did

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starlightshadowsworld · 8 months

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Thalia leaves and takes bby Jason with her.

Chiron is like that baby can't be here, he's different, he's not like us.

But he can't say why.

He can't explain that Jason is Roman and thus cannot be in the Greek Camp.

Thalia is pissed.

As is Annabeth, Luke and Grover.

Grover is trying to appeal to Chiron.

Because surely we can't turn a baby away.

Jason is crying because he can sense the mood is off and Thalia is instantly like "Hey, hey its okay."

Cradling him in her arms trying to soothe him.

Luke and Annabeth, smart lil rule breakers they are bring up that Jason is unclaimed.

And thus no one knows who his parentage is.

So he cannot be denied entry to Camp for being different.

As far as anyone knows he's a demigod, and Thalia's little brother.

Thalia who they know is a child of Zeus.

And they know Jason can make sparks appear.

Grover, subtly referencing the great prophecy and that it's best to keep him here to keep an eye on him.

Chiron reluctantly agrees.

Thalia doesn't thank him, merely glares and says if he tries anything, immortal or not she'll kill him.

Jason, lil guy that he is finds this hilarious.

Thalia: Yeah? Yeah you want me to kill the mean horse man? Get him with my sword like boop bopp pokes his tummy

Bby Jason: giggles, clapping his hands

They don't become all rounders.

Just kinda come and go as they please.

None of them like Chiron.

Mr D finds em interesting and knows they aren't his problem so he's a bit more friendly.

Though Thalia did beat him at poker so he's a bit salty.

They are all claimed minus Jason, and while Luke and Annabeth love their siblings, each other come first.

Luke is a year older than Thalia and takes his job as older brother very seriously.

Ain't no traitor boy here. Still wants a better life for demigods and wishes they didn't have to constantly be on the move and be safe.

But even Camp Half-blood, a place made for them shows its true colours when it sees people it doesn't like.

Annabeth likes telling Jason stories she's heard and he just curls up in her arms looking at her.

Like he's listening intently.

Grover when he's able to joins em, he plays lullabies on his reeds and makes sure they are safe.

The wild is where they belong and it will always welcome them.

Thalia just wants them all safe, she fishes out unused sketchbooks and draws pictures of them all.

Most demigods don't know what to make of them.

But that's okay, they're a family in all the ways that count.

#Thalia leaves with bby Jason #thalia grace #luke castellan #annabeth chase #jason grace #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #grover underwood

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skywlker-sluvtt · 11 months

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Any assorted smutty Luke x fem!reader thoughts to share?

SOO MANY but here are a few for my fellow luke hoes out there

➮ submissive af for women, he's also so eager to please. i kind of talked about this in my luke fic but he's desperate to make his girl feel good. you could say he's a munch. definitely puts your pleasure before his yk as long as he doesn't bust too soon. he's very whiney about it too. depraved whining and gasping is his thing. "i wanna make you f-feel good. y/n pleaseeee"

➮ always mentions how pretty you are during sex. he's head over heels for you anyways but always has to repeat it, especially while you ride him. "fuck y/n your so beautiful- mhmmm- so so pretty. always so pretty baby"

➮ loves affectionate biting. when he's fucking you he'd bite on your shoulder to silence himself but also because he likes biting. luke also gets excited af if you're also a biter. the two of you can share little bites even if it's not sexual. he likes gently biting your knuckles when you hold hands. it's actually really cute <33

➮ sort of continuing with the last one he likes to be marked. little bit on his neck but mainly his torso. he's always sporting hickeys like a good little bitch.

➮ totally a titties guy. loves to suck on em, kiss them whatever. he has a photo of your tits in his x wing. motivates him to blow shit up thinking about ya boobs. ADORES it when you don't wear a bra. luke stares at your chest like he's feral and then gropes you over your top. he loves all shapes n sizes by the way. all titties are lukes typa tittes 😘 (telling my double-a-cup self that 😭)

➮ BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS. that's all he just has really big sexy hands that you ask him to choke you with.

➮ has dirty thoughts about force fucking you but he thinks it's wrong. imagines how well he could fill you up just with the force. luke wants to touch all over your body without touching you if yk what i mean. if you mentioned it he'd act like this is the first time he's ever thought of such a thing but he'll end up doing it. and it's pretty sexy when he puts his force cock up your ass.

➮ all for mutual masturbation. you watch him jacking off and whisper sweet praises to him. "good boy, making me so horny keep going" "that's it pretty boy make yourself feel good. keep touching that beautiful cock" and he's once again going feral. luke also likes to watch you finger yourself. makes him feel like a perv, and he gets off feeling like that. jus like his dad ig

➮ enjoys being overstimulated. begs you to do it and make him cry. tbh he does it to himself even, when he's fucking into you he won't even stop he just forces himself to continue. luke loves getting all sweaty and feeling like his cock is aching from cumming too much. his record with you is 6 but he can do more.

kinda random one:

➮ if he wasn't a virgin when yall first met that's because he was a cantina slut on tatooine. he loved to fuck strangers and let them dom him. both men and women by the way. he just liked being a slut. wasn't opposed to doing stuff in a bathroom of a bar 🥴

aww look at his cute slutty face

#hornee thots #thanks for the ask bby #luke skywalker #luke skywalker smut #lukey wukey #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker headcanon #star wars fic #star wars smut #sw original trilogy

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daenystheedreamer · 4 months

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i would like to see them have nasty sweaty gay sex please

#bby luke in the corner so cute. and aemond who like doesnt even gaf. King #yotd

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to-proudly-go · 7 months

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Obikin WIP

I really love Anakin redemption AUs and this is a tribute to those beautiful fics

In this one, Anakin is on the run from Sidious and went to Obi-Wan for help. He is healing from his time with Palpatine (and the wrinkly plasticbag is still alive), hence the itty bitty curls and the immolation scars. They are both guilt-laden, and it's difficult for them to go back to the way things were.

How could you ask him to love you again when loving you was what brought him pain in the first place? You know now how you’ve sunk your claws into his tender, tender heart, and you’ve mercilessly ripped it apart.

#obikin #obikin fanart #star wars #sw #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin redemption au #still a wip #and im making this into an animatic with a tune i made for the poem!!!#but whensmt will i ever get there #i might insert bby luke somewhere in future art of this #my art

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radarchives · 1 year

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#obey me #luke #raphael #simeon #MISTER raphael???#luke bby who made you call him mister #also #simeon and raphael ballroom dancing when

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dailydragon08 · 10 months

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Has anyone else ever noticed Luke’s face in ROTJ after Vader says “it’s too late for me, son,” because

#luke skywalker #star wars #return of the jedi #rotj #rotj luke is the best luke #he looks so sad #like he's had all the air punched out of him #probably thinking 'how can i save someone who doesn't want to be saved'#poor bby

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minteaspoon · 1 year

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A Moment of Reprieve

actually happy lucemond hours:)

a/n: this was based off of song of achilles by madeline miller, go check the book out and give it a read - it’s absolutely worth it:)

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Under the Weirwood Tree in the gardens of the Red Keep, there sat two young boys. One of white hair and purple eyes, the other of dark brown locks and dark irises.

The eldest, Aemond, held a book in his right hand, reading in High Valyrian to the younger, Lucerys - all while his left hand caresses his nephew’s head of chocolate.

In the grasp of Lucerys, he toyed with a small and thin horse, listening adeptly to his senior.

He liked listening to his uncle Aemond reading - he had a nice voice. Luke’s smile widens when he sees a servant bringing lemon cakes as ordered by the uncle and nephew duo.

“Uncle Aem! Our lemon cakes are here!” He exclaims, readying to up himself from his laid down position on his uncle’s lap. The brunette feels his shoulders held down, and brought back to rest against the ground.

“Stay, Lucy, the servant will bring the treats over. You don’t have to run and tire your small body,” Aemond jokes, chuckling softly when Luke puffs his cheeks out at the playful quip.

When the servant brings the lemon cakes over, the duo thank them before dismissing them to their chores.

Munching on the sweets, Luke asks, “do you think Mama and Step-grandmother are fighting again?”

Aemond froze, and turns his gaze to his distracted nephew who’s eyes were on the book his uncle had lay down to eat the cakes.

“…Knowing my mother, and with what she’s told me of my half-sister - your mother, I would be surprised if they handled a meeting without even the barest of arguments,” he mumbles loud enough for his nephew to hear.

Lucerys stops mid-bite, before putting his lemon cake back on the tray, wiping remaining crumbs from his fingers while turning to his uncle.

“I guess you have a point…Uncle Aem, do you think we’ll stick together even if our mothers separate us?” This was asked gently and in a whisper, sounding afraid of rejection from the questioner’s source of admiration.

The eldest was silent, before he brings his left hand to pat the younger’s head before it shifts downwards to his cheek. Once there, his thumb makes comforting motions as the brunette further leans into its hold.

“Yes, whatever happens, Lulu, I’ll make sure we stick together, alright? Nothing will separate us, I swear this to the Old and New Gods,” Aemond smiles, as he picks the book back into his grasp.

The duo continue to eat their sweet treats in a comfortable silence, leaning into each other and relishing in the quiet moment of reprieve.

Under the Weirwood Tree, they always found peace together away from the tumultuous life within the Red Keep.

After another minute or so, Luke breaks the silence yet again with a question, this time, one that temporarily stuns Aemond.

“Can you name one hero who was happy?”

Aemond’s face scrunches in confusion, “whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, can you name one hero in our books and lessons who lived and died happily? All at once? Every day and every night, every hour and every minute. They were always happy, and never anything else.”

His uncle’s brows furrowed in thought, as Luke stares at the violet eyes with many thoughts of memories about their Sept’s lessons of past history.

“…I can’t say I have - I’m sorry, Luke.”

Luke shrugs and smiles, “Well, if you can’t name one, then there hasn’t been one both famous AND happy yet, huh?”

“I suppose you can say that.”

Sighing his disappointment loudly, Luke flips onto his back and onto his uncle’s lap yet again. His eyes were closed, and after a few deep breaths, he opens them with a bright smile.

“Alright then, I’ll tell you a secret!”

He scrambles upwards to his knees to the side of his uncle, who’s wide-eyed gaze keeps track of his always moving nephew.

“And what will that be?”

“I’ll be the first!”

Luke brings his soft hands to Aemond’s lightly calloused hands from training, and excitedly shoved their intertwined hands to their chests, leaning into his uncle’s face as his smile widens.

“I’ll be the first hero in history to always be happy! Swear it!”

Aemond’s wide eyes yet again furrows, “why me?”

“Because you’re the reason! Swear it!”

These words were loud yet quiet, as though this claim were so sacred that only Aemond, Luke, the Weirwood Tree and the Old and New Gods were the only ones worthy of hearing it.

And to the boys, it was.

Aemond was brought out of his thoughts by his nephew.

“Swear it,” whispered his beloved.

Hesitantly, he whispers back, much quieter than his nephew; “I swear it.”

Luke leans his forehead against Aemond’s, and both let out shaky breaths held in after the silence that followed their vows.

There, under the Weirwood Tree in the garden of the Red Keep, sat two lovestruck young boys, uncaring of the rest of the world, and relishing in a moment of reprieve from the hectic life of the court.

There they shared kisses and embraces.

There they shared sweet words and sweet treats.

There they comforted the other when troubles arose.

There they would sit and make up when they fight.

And there, a lone man - filled with a burning regret and a strong yearning of a past once forgotten and now remembered - kneels, as the rest of his world burns into nothing but ashes and sulfur, of fire and blood, of the raging ocean and thunderous storms in what once was a place of comfort, safety and love.

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a/n: ….Never said it was gonna end sweet:) Just that it was gonna be a happy moment for lucemond, never said I wasn’t gonna make it end with me tearing y’all’s hearts out:)

a/n ps: @sleeplessdreamer123 IM NOT SORRY, THIS IS REVENGE FOR ALL THOSE TIMES YOU MADE ME SAD WITH YOUR LUCEMOND CONTENT