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[jemiswumbo]

she’s out of her mind

luke castellan x daughter of hades!reader

anon prompt: Hey babes! I saw your post about wanting prompts and I was wondering you could write Luke Castellan x Daughter of Hades! Reader where it's like sunshine (Luke) x grumpy (Reader) trope?

authors note: hello i am back with a small drabble for the cute prompt above! i got drunk off of applebees dollaritas and wrote this in 15mins so do with that information what you will. hope you enjoy! :)

title is from she’s out of her mind by blink-182. lyrics are a lil fitting.

warnings: none? i think? it’s just fluff, i think. sort of.

“Wake up, sunshine.”

You groaned low and deep, releasing a guttural sound full of pure agony. Rolling over on your (extremely warm, cozy, sleep inducing) bed, you came face to face with your boyfriend, Luke Castellan, who was currently opening up the curtains in your cabin.

Being the only child of Hades at the camp, the entire cabin was sparse and empty, save for the corner you called home. There was a bed with black sheets and blanket, a side table full of the few memorabilia you had to your name, and a dresser beside that which held your extensive collection of black clothing. The walls resembled the inner workings of a cavern; slick rock prodded with small bones and beautiful jewels encapsulated the bedroom areas. Sconces held lit torches burning bright with turquoise Greek fire.

Your favourite part of the cabin, though, was the specially-crafted blackout curtains that were typically drawn tight over the windows. Not even a sliver of light could penetrate the thick, black, velvet drapes. That was, until, your idiot boyfriend took it upon himself to draw them open. The harsh blades of sunlight violated your eyes, illiciting your pained groan. You hated it when people interrupted your sleep.

“Luke,” You whined, shoving your face into your pillow, hoping to evade the blinding light. “Let me sleep, please, for the love of the gods.”

“Fuck the gods,” Luke said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice without needing to see his (cute, devilishly handsome) face. “Anyways, it’s 9am! You’ve slept in long enough and I wanna have breakfast with you and your pretty face.” Luke flopped down on the bed beside you and flipped your body back over with ease, in a foolish attempt to force you into the world of the living.

Typical for a child of Death, you kept your eyes squeezed shut and pounded the bedsheet with your fist. “I will literally, genuinely, actually murder you without hesitation if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.”

“That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend.” Luke said, pressed a small kiss to your nose. You swatted him away with anger.

Any other (normal, rational, smart) kid at camp would’ve soiled their pants and fled in terror from such a threat uttered by the one and only daughter of Hades. You were capable of a simple killing — you were graciously bestowed the gift of sucking out the souls of mortals with a mere flick of the wrist — and so it was only logical to fear such a ghastly claim. Luke, however, had realized early on in your Camp days that you were full of shit and would never hurt a fly. He took an opportunity to befriend you and you’d been dating for a few years now. You were (truly, madly, deeply) in love with him and yes, despite your immense hatred for morning sunlight, you would never actually hurt him.

“Come on,” he prodded again, cuddling up beside you and tapping your forehead mischievously. You mustered the courage to crack open one eye (barely) and saw him grinning down at you. “Wake up, baby. Let’s get breakfast and then spend the day at the docks. We can swim and sun bathe and have a picnic—“

“Gods, you’re ambitious today,” you grumbled, rolling back over to face the opposite direction of Luke (and, the open windows), allowing him to grab your waist and pull you up against his chest. “I hate being in the sun. You know this.”

“Yeah, but I like to try new things with you,” Luke said, peppering a few kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck, squeezing his taut arm around your torso. “And I’m dying to see you in a bikini.”

“Perv,” you mumbled, but deep down you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, causing a crimson blush to bloom over your chest. “Give me another hour to sleep.”

“No,” Luke said, and now it was his turn to groan impatiently. “Please, now, for me? I love you and want to spend time with you.”

“I hate you and want you to leave me alone,” you replied, pulling your fluffy duvet back up over your shoulders. “Bed time.”

“Beach time,” Luke decided. He sat up slightly and ripped the blankets entirely off your form, exposing your body to the cold air of the morning.

You shrieked. “Luke, you asshole—“

Luke jumped out of the bed, smiling wide. He gathered up all the blankets up into his arms, much to your dismay, and held them away from you. You only wore shorts and a tank top to sleep last night, and the chill in the room froze you right to your bones. Luke bundled up the bedding into a ball and fired it across the room. “There, now you’re acclimated.”

“You’re dumb as hell.”

“You are a grouchy, sleepy demon who needs breakfast and vitamin D.”

“Ugh!” You exploded, finally shoving yourself out of bed in a fit of exasperation. Luke had the audacity to applaud you. “Okay, there, I’m up!”

“So proud of you, my sleeping beauty,” Luke remarked. He crossed the room to you and placed a tender kiss to your lips, making sure to nip at your pouty bottom lip.

“Sorry for being rude,” You murmured, after having kissed him back. “I love you. I just don’t love being woken up.”

“I know,” Luke said with a grin. “I actually think you’re cute when your grumpy, so I do it on purpose to bug you.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smirk from appearing on your cheeks. “Whatever. You promised breakfast and I’m starving, so let’s go.”

Luke mimicked your playful eyeroll. He took your hand, leading you out the door and towards the dining pavilion.

note 2: hi hi! if you read this and enjoyed it and maybe want to read more from me, i would super appreciate prompts and requests sent to my inbox! can’t guarantee i’ll write them all but i will for sure try my best! thanks for reading! :)

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #jemiswriting

[jemiswumbo]

bulletproof love (18+)

twitchstreamer!luke x reader

author’s note: omgg this oneshot took all my blood sweat and tears to produce. i am NOT a graphic designer. i do NOT normally write smut. but this idea had to come to fruition before i went insane. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!

title is from bulletproof love by pierce the veil. lyrics have no correlation but it IS a certified banger.

tags/warnings: smut!! minors dni. oral (m receiving). use of y/n. not proofread. kinda long. teeheehee etc.

i.

You met Luke Castellan at the grocery store.

He looked like a completely normal (albeit, very attractive) guy in his twenties. His dark curls fell slightly over his warm, chocolate brown eyes. A mischievous smirk was plastered across his cheeks, showing off a small dimple on the left side. He wore a simple hoodie and sweats as he perused the pasta aisle, picking up different jars of sauce and reading the labels absentmindedly. He did, however, have an interesting scar sitting jagged over his cheekbone, but it was so faint that you hadn’t noticed it until way later on.

You would have never guessed he was a near millionaire with close to a million social media followers. You would have never guessed he spent the majority of his life not at the grocery store, but rather streaming FPS and RPG games for an average of fifty thousand views at a time.

You would have never guessed he’d take a liking to you.

You, who worked part time at this very grocery store. You, who didn’t really know the first thing about video games, except that they were confusing and it was insane that some people could build ridiculously complex structures at a mind-boggling speed on Fortnite whilst also shooting with godly precision.

He had backed into you accidentally whilst you were restocking a shelf, causing you to drop a couple glass jars that cracked open upon impact with the floor. You apologized, even though you’d really done nothing wrong. He obviously thought you attractive (or maybe he just didn’t leave the house much?) because his idea of an apology was taking you out to some lavishly expensive dinner the next night.

The dinner was okay but the conversation is what got you hooked. He was so sweet and told you so many wild stories that had you laughing until your chest ached. He paid for the meal and held your hand on the drive home. When he dropped you off, he casually told you his Instagram handle and told you to shoot him a follow. You blushed, smiled, and scurried inside.

You just about died when you saw his profile.

ii.

It’s been about a year since you had started dating Luke Castellan, otherwise known as his twitch handle “SonofHermes.”

(“Because he’s the messenger god, right? In, like, Greek Mythology? And I felt like a damned messenger god when I was a moderator for four different discord servers and a twitch chat—“)

Luke’s twitch streams occured mostly every night, from 8pm to about 3am. He always began his streams with some FPS game (Overwatch, Valorant, CS:GO, or something similar). After a few hours he would swap over to a different game for his variety segment. His chat was hilarious. They loved to tease Luke and joke around with him and donate silly messages. And, of course, because Luke was so very attractive, a decent chunk of his fan base was dedicated towards swooning over his every word and look and smile.

You, honestly, never really minded. Mostly because Luke was yours. You were sure the thirsting from chat would diminish once they knew you were dating. But… you really, truly, had no desire to be in the public eye. Having nearly a million people know your name and your face was daunting and scary. You also had enough common sense to realize that some of his fans were probably batshit crazy and would send you hate and death threats for dating Luke. You were a part time employee and a student; you did not need another reason on top of that to have poor mental health.

Luke loved you unconditionally and that was all that mattered. You were perfectly content spending most evenings to yourself. He was a good boyfriend, though, and did schedule days off to take you out and show you incredible amounts of love and support. You were both very happy and secure in your relationship.

One particular evening, you were staying over at Luke’s apartment. It was a Friday, and you had no work tomorrow, so he bought alcohol and weed and selected a list of movies to marathon. It was basically your most ideal way to spend the weekend.

That was, until, Luke’s gamer friends messaged him on discord, begging him to join their Rust server to defend their group base.

Luke had met these friends through Twitch events and game conventions. There was Percy, who streamed with his girlfriend Annabeth. They were one of the most adored couples in the gaming community. They all lived in the same state, so Luke hung out with them pretty often. There was also Grover, who was Percy’s roommate and would join his streams from time to time. As well, there was Thalia, who was a huge advocate for women in eSports, and played in a professional league. Luke had introduced them too you a few months ago, and they all swore to help keep your relationship a secret.

The five of them often played different games together, as most of their fanbases consisted of the same people, so it really raked in the views and made for good content. Plus, it was just really fun. You knew how much Luke loved his friends and cherished the times they got to play together.

The Rust server was a recent hyperfixation that you were positive would fade once a new MMO came out to grab their attention. But, you were also aware of how much time and effort Luke had spent constructing this base of his.

“Go,” you said, noticing his confliction. “You can have one hour to play. Stream, too, so I can watch out here. But after that, you’re mine for the rest of the night.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Luke said with his devilish grin. He kissed you hard, leaving a swarm of butterflies dancing in your stomach. He hurried off to his bedroom, where he kept his gaming setup, and shut the door.

You were fine with spending an hour alone. Flipping through Netflix, you cracked open a bottle of wine and relaxed into the sofa.

One hour went by fast. Luke didn’t return to the living room.

You picked up your phone and opened the Twitch app, clicking on Luke’s stream. He was currently in the middle of some intense adventure with Percy. Luke’s webcam was situated in the top left corner of the game feed, and he looked so cute and handsome under the glow of the monitor and the purple LED lights.

To be honest, the wine was getting to you. You felt such a strong desire to be near Luke and to feel him and be with him. He bit his lip on camera, deep in concentration, and that action alone had your heart rate increasing.

“Fuck it,” you said, turning off the TV and standing up from the couch. His hour was up, and it was time to take the matter into your own hands.

iii.

Luke enjoyed playing his games with the volume high in his headphones. It allowed him to feel like he was actually in the game, and unaware of the outside world. This also was an issue, because more often than not he would lose track of time and forget about his plans and scheduled events.

He just couldn’t help it — he loved video games. Currently, he was busy perfecting his base on Rust so it wouldn’t be broken into again. It took a lot of effort and concentration, and Percy and Grover dicking around and goofing off did nothing to help his focus.

So, it only made sense that he didn’t notice his bedroom door opening. The door wasn’t in frame on his camera, so he didn’t see it open, either. He didn’t notice it close. He didn’t notice you, getting down on all fours and crawling over to his desk setup.

He didn’t notice you, at all, until you put a hand on his leg.

Luke jumped a bit and glanced down, meeting your mischievous glance and the naughty smile on your cheeks.

“Uh, chat — sorry, gotta go to the bathroom, one sec —“ Luke rushed out. He shut off his camera and muted his mic, double checking that it was definitely muted by quickly scanning the latest messages in his chat:

He rolled his eyes at the messages, and pushed his chair back, glaring at you on the floor. “Baby, what the hell are you doing?!”

You smiled. “I was just missing you, is all.”

“So you snuck in — wait, shit, you said one hour. It’s been an hour hasn’t it?” Luke said, running a hand through his messy curls.

You nodded, and gave a weak shrug. “It’s okay, though. I think it would be fun if we also played a game of our own.”

Luke raised his eyebrows, feeling a blush form on his cheeks. “What’re .. what’re you suggesting?”

You unbuttoned your blouse and tossed to the floor, leaving you in a lacy black bra and your mini skirt. You let your fingers linger on the strap of your bra. “I’ll let you stream longer. But.. once you cum, you have to shut it off.”

“You want to blow me on stream?” Luke asked, incredulously. He could already feel himself start to harden at the thought of this ‘game’ of yours occurring.

“Like, secretly, though.” You said with a slight eye roll. “You can try to keep your composure for as long as you can, but you’ll be all mine for the rest of the night. Okay?”

Luke took a minute to ponder. If he somehow got caught… the consequences would be severe. His reputation would be tarnished. He’d lose his job and his income and the entire career he had worked so hard to build.

But on the other hand.. you looked really fucking sexy, staring at him with your doe-eyes, feigning innocence in the most seductive lingerie he’d ever seen you in.

“Fuck’s sake.” Luke pulled his chair back towards his desk. He tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles, giving you a face full of his half hard cock and his toned, muscular thighs. “You have to be quiet too, you little slut. I seriously cannot get caught.”

“Of course,” you replied, slightly moaning as you took his length into your hand. “You’re so incredibly attractive.”

“Shut up,” Luke said, adjusting his camera angle to absolutely ensure it cut off at his upper chest and nothing lower than that was visible. He took a deep breath and was about to rejoin his stream, when you began sucking him off. “Fuck!”

You pulled your lips off of him with a loud pop. “Come on, Lukey, you can last longer than that.”

“You’re mouth feels so fucking good though,” Luke groaned, threading his fingers through your hair. He took another deep breath and guided your head back to his cock, which was now fully hard and aching for your mouth. This time, when you licked up his shaft, he was more prepared and was able to maintain his chill composure. “Okay. Okay, baby, I’m turning my stuff back on. Be quiet, please.”

You nodded, slowly taking him back into your warm mouth.

Luke turned on his camera. He turned on his mic. He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed his mouse and keyboard. “Okay, I’m back. Chat, please tell me Percy and Thalia didn’t do anything stupid while I was gone.”

“Hey!” You heard, faintly from Luke’s headset. “We didn’t do anything, and if your chat says otherwise, they are lying!”

You giggled as quietly as you could, and clearly the vibrations from such movement felt good for Luke, because you heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

“Wh-whatever. Doesn’t matter. Let’s get back to work.” Luke said defensively.

“What?” Percy asked. “You sound weird, man. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Luke replied, too quickly and at an octave higher than he normally speaks. You couldn’t help but get a little nervous. He was terrible at being subtle.

“Okay…” This was a girl’s voice, and sounded like Thalia. “My chat agrees that you’re being weird.”

“Same.” Percy agreed.

“Yeah, well,” Luke scanned his second monitor to check in on how his chat was reacting. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “My chat is being dumb, as per usual.”

Below the desk, your nerves had subsided and instead you became preoccupied with the notion of possibly getting caught. It was kind of twisted but this caused your lower region to dampen. You lifted your short little skirt over your hips and moved your lacy underwear to the side, giving you access to finger yourself.

You moaned, with your mouth full of thick, heady cock, and brain slightly foggy from the wine consumption. You were close already.

“What?” Luke said, clearly reading something on his monitor. “Chat, that was my phone vibrating on my desk. I did not moan over that headshot Percy made. Be so for real”

“Rude,” Percy said. “I would’ve moaned. I’m like, the god of gaming.”

“Loser.” Luke responded, biting his lower lip and slightly bucking his hips into your mouth. He must’ve been getting close, too.

From that moment on, you were desperate to make Luke finish. You abandoned your slow and gentle place, and took his entire cock down your throat. You silently gagged, and bobbed your head up and down, making sure to suck a bit longer on his leaking tip. You grabbed his balls in your right hand and squeezed, keeping your left hand on his upper thigh.

“Fuck,” Luke murmured, just under his breath. You sucked harder in response. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What is going on, dude?” Percy questioned. “You’re stressing me out.”

Luke glanced over at his chat again.

Luke flipped a middle finger to his camera, and gave a playful, “Chat, you all suck.” Obviously, he loved his fans and was eternally grateful for their support. It was just fun to mess around with them and feign a love hate relationship. It did make him a bit anxious, however, that everyone easily picked up on the fact that something was affecting Luke. It didn’t exactly help that he was really close to finishing and was starting to lose track of what was happening in the game. All he could feel was his cock going in and out and in and out of your soft lips, that were now coated in a mixture of salvia and his precum. It was just about driving him insane.

You, on the other hand, were knuckle deep inside your own cunt and sucking Luke off with so much fervour your jaw was starting to ache. But you loved the feeling. And you were determined to get him off. Now.

Suddenly, Luke felt the familiar feeling build inside himself. Before he realized it was happening, he was shooting thick ropes down your eager throat. “Fuck!” he screamed, legs shaking and eyes squeezing shut. He shuddered and gasped for air as you did not let up on your pace, sucking every last drop of cum from him.

He realized how fucking weird this whole ordeal must’ve looked to his many (many, many) viewers.

Instead of confronting what just happened, he slammed his mouse on the End Stream button and shut off his computer, without so much as a goodbye. He pushed his chair back and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you up to your feet.

You smiled at him sweetly, a sheen of sweat covering your entire body. Luke leaned down and kissed you hungrily.

“Y/n,” he said, once he was out of breath from such an intense kiss. “I.. Need. To be inside of you. And you can never, ever do that again.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed innocently. “Kinda seemed like you really liked it though.”

“Oh, shut up.” Luke said with a grin. “Bed. Now.”

You obliged, heading over to his comfy queen sized bed, unaware that you were about to have the most mind blowing sex of your entire life.

authors note: aaaaa ok. first of all i’d like to apologize. i have not proofread this at all and i wrote each chunk on separate days. i will proofread it eventually and fix the errors lmao.

also! now that all the ~lore~ to this AU is sorted, if you ever wanna send me twitchstreamer!luke specific prompts, i would ADORE THAT.

thank you all again for reading !!!!! <3

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#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan #percy jackson #pjo #jemiswriting #why am i so embarassed to post this… #oh wait i know #it’s bc i cannot write smut to save my life LOL! :)

[jemiswumbo]

I’d be fine (if I never saw you again)

luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

anon prompt: luke castellan and reader who are exes and see each other in the labyrinth. luke is aware of his fate (turning into chronos and eventually die) and reader can't change it. they have one last moment together. she later sees him turning into chronos (cause we love angst and heartbreak)

a/n: it’s been. roughly. 7 years since I wrote actual fanfic. pls be nice <3 I diverged a bit from canon events but it’s not important to the story. hope you enjoy :)

title from “i’d be fine (if i never saw you again) by all time low! the lyrics are very fitting lol

tags/warnings: blood mention, angst, use of y/n, probably like rated T.

i.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t confused.

Annabeth Chase had finally had a quest bestowed upon her — she was tasked with braving the maze of the Labyrinth in order to locate Daedalus. She could take anyone in camp as her questmates. Percy Jackson was the obvious choice, as they had already been on a couple adventures together.

You, really, should’ve been dead last in her list of options.

To start, you had no special powers. You were a regular camper, unclaimed for years now. Despite various training exercises and endless amounts of camp activities, you still really hadn’t found your niche. The only thing you were somewhat decent at was fighting with a sword, but that was mostly because you had been trained by the best of the best. You sparred with him relentlessly over the years until you were of equal combat skill. It was special treatment, obviously, for him to train you with such vigour and fixation. He was your boyfriend after all.

Was.

Luke Castellan had taken a liking to you when you first rolled up to Camp Half-Blood; you reached the camp by a miracle, almost becoming monster food on your way in. You were a tired, bloody, sweaty 13 year old in dire need of training and a nap. He told you once, years later, that when he had first laid eyes on you, he thought of you as the most beautiful warrior he’d ever seen.

With his little crush in tow, he welcomed you to Hermes cabin as you were unclaimed. He personally showed you around camp, he sat next to you for all meals, and he helped you out with daily activities. It didn’t take long for you to begin admiring him back.

It was weeks later during a game of Capture the Flag when you two finally made it official. It had been a rare occasion of the game taking place at night. You had taken the initiative, pulling Luke behind a tree and kissing him under the moonlight. Since then, you’d been inseparable.

When Kronos started invading Luke’s dreams, he became distant.

To everyone else he seemed the same — training campers, smiling wide, basking in moments of glory. To you, he was a hollow version of himself. His frequent nightmares had him waking up in terror and chills. You coaxed him back to relaxation each and every night. You would press soft kisses to his curly hair, whispering phrases of adoration. He would tell you he loves you. You would say it back. But deep down you were choking on stress and fear and worry and bundles of negative emotions threatening to spill out of your raw, bitten lips. You cried more those nights than you did after he left.

After he betrayed the camp. After almost killing Percy Jackson. After giving you one last pleading look, begging you with his warm brown eyes to follow him and join him and be with him in his conquest of glory. You had told him you loved him. You had turned and ran away in the opposite direction.

You hadn’t seen him since.

It was almost 3 years since that fateful night. You had dreams and nightmares centering around your past relationship. You missed Luke, your Luke, but knew he was too far gone for saving. You walked around camp each day with a hole in your chest where your heart should’ve been. It was a filthy, gaping wound infected with regret. You were a apathetic and alone.

You were, without a doubt, not an ideal questmate.

So… why did Annabeth choose you?

ii.

The labyrinth was musty, damp, hot and downright uncomfortable. You had been in and out numerous times over the duration of the quest; every exit was like a gasp of relief, and every entry was a fearful plunge into the unknown. The maze of tunnels and odd rooms had you perpetually on the edge, anxiety causing your eyes to see things that weren’t actually there, and your ears to pick up on sounds otherwise ignored.

You tried to stay as close to Percy and Annabeth as possible, but you did occasionally give them space to talk. They were best friends (and clearly in love) and you were the odd third wheel in this situation. You were getting closer to them over the duration of the quest, friendship wise, but you still prioritized their relationship.

So, when a voice clearly called out your name in a hushed whisper, it made sense that only you had heard it. Percy and Annabeth were too far ahead of you to hear, immersed in their own private conversation.

The voice whispered, “Y/n.”

A chill flushed over your spine. You unsheathed your sword and spun on your heel, desperate to make out the source of the voice. You couldn’t have been hallucinating. The voice was sharp, articulate, and clear as day in the quiet tunnel.

There was no one behind you.

You turned back to where Percy and Annabeth should’ve been ahead of you. Instead, there was a person standing there, a person all too familiar to you.

You dropped your sword, letting it clatter against the tunnel floor.

His warm brown eyes met yours, and you let out a gasp of unbridled shock. Nausea churned in your stomach. It was him.

Luke Castellan was standing in front of you.

“You…” Your voice wavered off, too many emotions clogging your throat to produce a coherent thought.

You knew he’d be in the labyrinth. You’d psyched yourself up in preparation of facing him. But.. you thought you would’ve been facing him in the presence of your friends, not alone. Alone was worse. Being alone with Luke opened the floodgates to all the memories you had previously shut away.

Your first kiss in the woods. Cuddling in the Hermes’ cabin, much to the other campers dismay. Sparring and his cocky grin he flashed with every victory. When he returned from his failed quest with an ugly gash over his eye, and you helped nurse him back to health. The night he first said he loved you, under the light of the moon with your bare bodies intertwined on shores of the beach.

Nausea. Anxiety. Guilt. Fear —

Love.

Sadness. Regret. Anger —

Love.

Love.

He looked vastly different from how he did the moment he fled camp, the last time you had seen him. His skin was paler, his body leaner. His curly dark hair had grown longer. His eyes were sullen and sad. His normal camp clothes were covered with armour.

“Luke…” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “Oh, gods, Luke.. what are you doing?”

“Hey, there.” He said softly, giving you a small smirk as he stepped forward. “I’ve missed you.”

“You haven’t.” Your bottom lip wobbled. “Liar. You don’t care about me, so don’t lie and pretend like you do..”

“Y/n, I never stopped caring.” Luke reached his hand out to cup your cheek, using his thumb to stroke away one of your tears. The touch felt so familiar, yet so foreign. He felt like a ghost come back to life. “I’ve missed you every single day since I left. When I found out you’d be in the labyrinth, I made sure I’d do everything I could to find you.”

“I don’t understand,” you let out a sob, frozen in place, debating running away and forfeiting the stupid quest all together. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

Luke leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. It was gentle, and soft, and sweet, and so contradictory to every aspect of his behaviour the past 3 years. You should’ve hated him. Your instincts should’ve made you pick up your sword and stab him in his side and let him bleed out without remorse.

You didn’t, though. You couldn’t. Because deep down you still loved him. And part of you, a really small fragile part, had the audacity to believe he still loved you, too.

You squeezed your eyes shut and cried and let him press another kiss to your forehead, and another to your cheek, his hand trailing lower to rest gently at the base of your throat. You swallowed hard and met his eyes again, finding them to be clouded with a layer of guilt. Your heart lifted.

“I need you to know that I love you,” Luke said, voice hushed in a whisper. “This may be the last time I ever see you. I want to give you one last chance.”

You whimpered. “One last chance to do what?”

“Join me.” He said, eyes darting between yours. “Or let this be goodbye, forever.”

He pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped into the kiss, your hands reaching up to encircle his neck and grab his curls. He pulled your body flush against his, lifting your leg and holding your head. He kissed you like he was starving and you were the first thing he’d tasted in eons.

The kiss quickly became rough, teeth clashing and your fingers gripping his hair a little too tight. He growled low in his throat and pushed your back to the cavern wall. You didn’t give a damn that the wall was slick and slimy. All you felt was him. All you wanted was him.

Your lips were bruised and aching when he pulled away for air. The echos of your shaky breaths engulfed the chamber you stood in. Your heart was pounding in your chest, so hard you feared it was going to give out.

He kissed you again. You made the move to remove your camp shirt, letting it fall to the ground beside your discarded sword. Luke latched his mouth to the skin above your bra, sucking and kissing until bright red marks formed.

Luke unhooked his Celestial bronze breast plate and dropped it. As he leaned back in for another heated kiss, a voice called out —

“Now!”

You turned and saw Annabeth and Percy charging you, weapons drawn and ready to fight. Luke unsheathed his own blade in a flash, just in time to defend himself from their attacks.

The three demigods fought in the narrow corridor, dodging and striking in rapid succession. You couldn’t bring yourself to participate or to watch. You crumpled to the floor in your own personal defeat. Everything finally clicked into place.

At some point, the fight had ended with Luke managing a quick evasion down some secret pathway and successfully evading Percy and Annabeth’s hunt.

Once again, Luke Castellan was gone from your life. All you could manage to do was stare at the wall, knees pulled close to your chest, feeling a sensational numbness engulf you.

Annabeth returned and knelt beside you. She placed a comforting hand to your knee, as Percy stood behind her with a deep sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?” She asked, voice laced with concern.

“You brought me on this quest as bait,” you said, your own voice hoarse from crying. “You knew Luke would find me. You knew you’d get a chance to strike if we were alone.”

“…That is true,” Annabeth admitted sheepishly. “I realize now that it would’ve been nice to tell you about that beforehand. But that’s not the only reason why I chose you.”

You scoffed. “Really? Of all the people at camp? I’m not special. I’m broken.”

“Y/n, you’re an incredible swordsman.” Annabeth chided. “You’re the only one who’s ever beat Luke in a fight.”

“And you’re fun to talk to,” Percy added. “You’ve helped keep us sane in this stupid maze.”

“We seriously could not have gotten this far without you,” Annabeth said with a small smile. “Again, I’m sorry for not telling you about the.. ‘bait’ plan. I thought you would turn down my quest invitation if you knew beforehand.”

“I definitely would have, you’re right.” You said with a sigh, wiping a stray tear that was gliding down your cheek. Momentarily, your heart clenched as you were reminded of Luke’s hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away only minutes prior. You pushed the feeling aside. “Sorry, Annie.”

“I’m the one that’s sorry here.” The other girl said. “Now, I understand if you’d like to go back to camp after that. But I’d really, really prefer if you finished this quest with us.

Annabeth stood up, holding out her hand to you.

You bit your lip. Going back to camp and curling up in a ball on your bed sounded really nice at that moment. But… you didn’t want to leave these kids to finish this task alone. You needed to help them see it through to the end.

You took Annabeth’s hand and rose to your feet.

iii.

The next time you see Luke, he’s laying in a golden sarcophagus, seemingly asleep.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, a husk of his old appearance. You lean forward to brush a stray curl off of his forehead and are overcome with a wave of sadness. He barely stirs in his sleep. Part of you wishes he’d wake up so you could see his warm brown eyes one last time.

As if he had somehow heard your thoughts, Luke awoke from his slumber.

His hand grips your wrist, halting your movements of fixing his hair. His eyes shoot open and you gasp.

This isn’t Luke.

His pupils are shockingly bright and golden, an evil aura radiating from his body.

This isn’t Luke.

This is Kronos.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo #pjo fanfic #luke castellan #jemiswriting

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works in progress:

twitch streamer!luke x reader

- luke is a gamer that streams on twitch with his friends (percy, annabeth, etc etc). they don’t know he has a girlfriend as she wants to remain out of the public eye. during one stream luke acts a little off, making his friends and his chat suspicious (18+)

UPDATE: this is now complete! you can read it here

hockey player!luke x reader

these NHL playoffs got me feeling some type of way (go oilers go)

luke and reader go on a quest

reader’s godly parent sends her on a quest during the lightning thief. she takes luke with her (much to his dismay due to his previously failed quest And bc he’s already stolen the master bolt). fluff and angst and adventure and also maybe 18+ !!!!

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #jemiswriting #my wips #my bf is gone to toronto and im home alone and BOREDDDD im writing up a damn storm #(and replaying final fantasy 7 shhhhhhhhhh) #omg i also finished the love hypothesis today #makes me wanna get my phd #sigh #at least i’m going into teaching high school chem and bio #i still get to do science on the regular #without the stress of yknow. a dissertation (vomits and cries) #ANYWAYS IDK WHY IM RAMBLING ON MY WIPS POST #i may be half in the bag……….