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Claimed | Anything For You

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Franchise: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Nick Oliver (original character, pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: swearing, injured Luke

Series Summary: Nick Oliver was on track to figure out his life after high school. One day in a bookstore, and suddenly, post-high school plans were the farthest thing from his mind. One day in a bookstore, he met Luke Castellan.

Chapter Summary: Nick is late and so is Luke. Unfortunately, Luke has a slightly more valid reason to be late.

A/N: Part two finally going up! I've got a few parts worth written but I feel like I shouldn't spam-upload everything I wanna have y'all out for blood for a new chapter <3

Nick is late.

Noon in three days at the bookstore; they had both agreed. Now, it’s 12:30 and Nick is scrambling to get a cab to Brooklyn Heights.

When Nick arrives at the store, he pays the driver and steps out. Luke is nowhere to be found. He does a quick walk around to see if Luke had just gone inside to wait, but there’s no sign of the blond. Nick returns to the bench outside and takes a seat with a sigh. Maybe Luke’s the one who’s actually late. Nick tries not to entertain the thought that he may have left.

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After about 45 minutes, another cab pulls up in front of him. Nick hopes it’s Luke, but it isn’t. The boy who steps out of the vehicle, however, seems to recognize him. He has blond hair and violet eyes, which Nick absentmindedly thinks is pretty cool.

“Are you Nick Oliver?” He asks.

Nick frowns. “Who’s asking?” The boy raises an eyebrow. “Yes, I’m Nick.”

“Thank the gods,” the boy says, clearly relieved. “Luke was so incoherent, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find you.”

“You know Luke?” Nick asks immediately. “Where is he? He said he’d be here over an hour ago. Is something wrong?”

“Slow down, man,” he says in a reassuring tone. “Did Luke mention a camp when you last saw each other?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, he did.” Nick does 75% of the Macarena trying to find the card that Luke had given him. He finds it in his back pocket, holding it out to the purple-eyed boy. “This place, right? In Long Island?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Um, also, I apologize if this comes off as rude, but who exactly are you?”

“Gods, I’m sorry. I’m Pollux, I’m a friend of Luke’s from camp.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I have an offer for you,” Pollux says. “Luke didn’t want you to worry about him too much. So, either I give you the light-hearted, sugar-coated version of why Luke can’t make it and schedule another time for you two to meet up, or I can tell you the whole truth and you can make a decision from there.”

“I want the truth this time,” Nick says. He takes a step towards Pollux. “Luke offered me the truth the last time we talked and I wasn’t ready. I think I’m ready now.”

“Well, Luke is injured pretty bad. He’s in the camp infirmary.”

“I want to see him,” Nick says without missing a beat.

“Man, it’s not that simple.”

“I. Want. To see. Luke.”

Pollux grimaces. “I guess we’ll make it work. C’mon.”

Nick climbs into the back of the cab with the boy, and they drive towards Long Island.

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Pollux has the driver drop them off at the bottom of a seemingly random hill, but doesn’t question it when Pollux hands him a roll of cash. “Over the hill,” Pollux tells Nick.

“What are we waiting for, then?”

“Nick, wait!”

Pollux has to chase after Nick as he makes a beeline for the top of the hill. Nick tunes out Pollux’s shouts when he finds a tree with a living, breathing dragon curled around it. For some reason, the creature doesn’t scare him at all. In fact, it hardly fazes him. He sprints right past and down the other side of the hill.

“Pollux, where’s the infirmary?” Nick yells up the hill as the blond starts to catch up.

“How did you get past Peleus?” Pollux exclaims.

“The infirmary!” Nick repeats loudly.

“The big blue house past the strawberry fields.”

Nick keeps running while Pollux stays back to catch his breath. On the porch of the house, Nick encounters an older nam in a leopard-print Hawaiian shirt.

“Who are you?” The man asks.

“I’m Nick. Where’s Luke?”

The man shrugs. “Inside, I suppose.” There’s a scream of pain from somewhere in the house and Nick rushes in.

“Luke?” He calls out. “Luke!”

Nick almost misses the door for the infirmary. He sees Luke squirming on a bed across the room and he ducks in. “Luke, holy shit.”

“Nick? You came?”

Before Nick can reach Luke’s side, someone shoves him against a wall and holds a knife to his throat.

“Who are you?” The boy demands.

“I’m Nick, I’m a friend of Luke’s.” Nick maneuvers his way out of the boy’s grasp, kneeling down at Luke’s side. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, never better,” Luke says in a strained voice. “Sorry I couldn’t make it.”

“Don’t apologize, dumbass, you’re injured.”

The boy who attacked Nick isn’t done with him quite yet. “How did you get through the barrier?” He inquires.

“Barrier?” Nick says with a confused frown. “What barrier?”

“You’re telling me Peleus just let you pass?”

“Chris, chill,” Luke says.

“Peleus… what, the dragon on the hill? He hardly looked at me.”

“Chris, you can interrogate him later,” Luke says protectively, holding Nick’s arm. Nick’s face grows hot.

“I’ll interrogate him now,” Christ retorts. “Who the hell are you? How do you know Luke and how did you-”

“I’m getting a little tired of your questions, Chris,” Nick says angrily, glaring at him.

“Nicky,” Luke murmurs. Nick’s face heats him again and he look back at the blond. Luke’s eyes widen in surprise when Nick meets his gaze. “Hm. That’s new.”

“What?”

“Your eyes.” Luke reaches his hand to the side table and grabs a hand mirror. He holds it up in front of Nick’s face. “Purple.”

Nick blinks a few times in an attempt to comprehend what he’s seeing. His irises are glowing purple, the same way his cane and umbrella glow. The purple flickers before fading back to his usual ivy green.

“Huh.”

“I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes do that,” Luke mutters, resting the mirror in his lap.

“Well, that’s fucking reassuring.”

Luke manages a laugh, but winces and reaches for a wound at his side.

“Can you guys leave for a minute?” Luke asks Chris and the others in the room.

“But-” Chris starts.

“But nothing. I need to talk to Nick.”

Reluctantly, the small group leaves. Chris casts one last dirty look at Nick before disappearing from view with the others.

“What do you need to talk about?” Nick says gently. Luke shrugs.

“Anything at all. I kind of just wanted them to leave. Maybe today, you and I could hang out like we were going to earlier?”

“I’d love that, but you’re hurt.

“Nah, I’ll heal fast. Some nectar and ambrosia and I’ll be all set. Sound good?”

Nick smiles a little. “Sounds perfect.”

Luke hesitantly reaches for Nick’s hand and holds it, looking up for confirmation that it was okay. Nick’s smile widens and he holds Luke’s hand tighter. Luke’s stiff body relaxes while Nick absentmindedly runs his thumb over Luke’s knuckles periodically.

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Once Luke is feeling better, the two boys wander around camp while Luke explains to Nick everything that’s going on. The Demigod Talk.

At dinner, Nick sits with Luke at Luke’s cabin’s table. Hermes cabin, apparently. Luke is a son of Hermes, which makes his vendetta against the deity make simultaneously more and less sense to Nick.

After dinner, Luke and Nick go for a walk through the camp.

“How are you processing everything?” Luke asks.

“Well, in one day, I met a dragon, found out my eyes can glow purple when I’m angry, discovered that I’m literally half-god, and took an archery lesson from a centaur,” Nick replies. “I’m just fine, Luke.”

“Yeah, no, I get that.” Luke pauses. “You’ve got me, though. You always will.”

Nick reaches for Luke’s hand in the dim light of the sunset.

“I really hope you’re not another Hermes kid,” Luke states. “This kind of thing would kinda be super weird if that was the case.” He holds up their intertwined hands.

“Shit, that’s true.” Nick crosses his fingers on his free hand. “Here’s hoping.”

Just then, Luke glances up and his jaw drops. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

“What?”

Nick looks up, but whatever Luke had seen has disappeared.

“You just got claimed, Nicky,” he says slowly.

“By who?”

Luke swallows hard and meets Nick’s eyes. “Hades. God of the Underworld.”

A/N: Went back and found the original document for this and found out I truly did start this over a year ago, around March 25th 2022. Oddly enough, my sister's birthday. Thank you for reading! I hope to be back with part three soon! Feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Have a lovely day!

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Your Hand Is Cold | Anything For You

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Franchise: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Nick Oliver (original character, pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, a little violence, mentions of a few minor injuries

Chapter Summary: Nick went to a bookstore. Nick just wanted a book. Nick did not, in fact, leave with a book. He left with a card for some camp, and a promise.

A/N: Here's a sample/first look/first chapter of Anything For You! This is also technically the first draft and I upload inconsistently right now because I'm beating off my writer's block with a stick. The following Picrew is how I imagine Nick to look in the beginning, and here's the link to the one I used! Enjoy!

Nick wanders somewhat aimlessly around a used bookstore in Brooklyn Heights. He hasn’t visited this one before. It’s probably the biggest one he’s ever been to, floor to ceiling shelves and countless aisles. There’s a little café in the back with drinks named after famous books – like The Great Gatsby and Little Women – and music plays softly from speakers in the high ceilings. The whole place (excluding the coffee smell of the café) smells like old books, which is the best smell, in Nick’s opinion. He feels drawn towards a certain part of the store and before he knows it, his feet are carrying him down an aisle full of mythology books.

At the other end of the aisle is a boy that looks to be around Nick’s age, so about college age, with short-cropped, sandy blond hair. He’s wearing jeans and an orange t-shirt. A leather necklace with five beads on it rests around his neck. The boy must have sensed Nick staring at him and he looks over. What surprises Nick the most is the deep and pale scar that runs from the bottom of the boy’s eye all the way to his chin. Nick forces his gaze off the stranger and the two of them continue browsing the shelves.

If either of them are thinking about how they keep getting closer to each other, they don’t show it. While Nick’s finger runs along the spines, the other boy’s eyes scan the books, clearly looking for something in particular. Then, while Nick’s touch lingers on a book about the Greek gods known as the Olympians, the other boy reaches for the same book. His hand grazes Nick’s and he pulls away like he’s been shocked.

“Sorry,” the boy mumbles. “Your hand is really cold.”

“Yeah, they usually are,” Nick replies, flexing his fingers. “No matter what I do, they’re always like ice. Uh, I’m Nick, by the way. Nick Oliver.”

“Luke Castellan,” the blond says.

“Nice to meet you, Luke,” Nick says softly. He pauses, then clears his throat. “So, um, the Olympians, huh? You into Greek mythology?”

“Kinda have to be, with the family I have,” Luke answers tiredly, taking the book off the shelf once Nick moves his hand.

“What kind of family would that be?”

“The Greek kind.”

“You speak very good English for a Greek person.”

“I’m American,” Luke murmurs, flipping to the table of contents.

“You just said Greek, though.”

Luke looks up, his eyes sweeping from Nick’s reddish-brown hair to his black Converse with Dia de Los Muertos style sugar skulls painted on them. His blue eyes meet Nick’s green ones, and he speaks in Ancient Greek.

“Eímai lígo kai apó ta dýo, pragmatiká.”

Nick isn’t sure how he knew that Luke spoke in Ancient Greek. He’s even less sure of how he understood that Luke had said, I’m a bit of both, really. He stares blankly at him.

“This’ll be really awkward if you don’t know what I said,” Luke remarks.

“No, no, I understood, but… how?”

“I took a chance.”

“Based on what, exactly?” Nick asks skeptically. Luke gestures to Nick’s shoes, as though that’s an answer. Seeing that Nick was still confused, Luke rubs the back of his neck.

“So you’re interested in the Greek side of things, too, huh?” Luke inquires.

“I mean…” Nick hesitates, thinking. “I’ve always been interested in mythology as a whole, no matter the origin, but I guess I kinda felt drawn to this book, this one in particular. It was like something was pulling me towards it.”

Luke nods, studying Nick again. “Can I ask you something weird?”

“Shoot, Castellan.”

Luke’s cheeks turn pink when Nick calls him by his last name. “What would you do if, somehow, the gods of Olympus were real?”

“Aren’t they?” Nick counters. Luke tilts his head and Nick continues. “The influence of gods, no matter the religion, is everywhere, isn’t it? Zeus in thunderstorms, Hestia in architecture, Dionysus in wine tastings. I mean, are they real in terms of walking among us, I could never be sure. But we keep them around.”

Luke blinks. He blinks again.

“Did I say something wrong?” Nick asks, frowning.

“No- no, you seem to say everything just right.” Luke clears his throat nervously. “Listen, uh, Nick, if I don’t get myself killed over the next few days, would you wanna… I dunno, hang out sometime?”

Nick smiles, a blush creeping up his neck. “I’d like that. Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Luke returns the grin. “Cool. Uh, how about we meet here in three days? At noon?”

“I’ll be there. Er, well, here.”

Luke laughs quietly and Nick smiles again at the sound of it. “I will be, too. But, um, if I’m not…” Luke trails off and fishes a little card out of his pocket. “Come to this address. I can guarantee that, unless I’m dead, I’ll be here.”

Nick reads the address in his head. “What, you’ll be at a camp?”

“Year round.”

Nick nods. “And, uh, I’ve been meaning to ask, Luke, what’s with the dagger?”

Luke hardly appears surprised at the question. “Protection,” he replies, glancing down at where it’s strapped to his ankle in a sheath.

Chatting about the Olympians, Nick and Luke wander back to the front of the store for Luke to buy the book. Just from talking to him, Nick deduces that Luke seems to have some sort of personal vendetta against Hermes. Nick stands with him while he pays. Just as the cashier passes Luke his change, three figures crash through the glass of the doors into the store. Luke quickly pockets the change and draws his dagger.

“Are we not gonna talk about the guy fighting with two empousai at once?” Nick asks.

“Beckendorf, what in the name of the gods-”

“Luke, would you just shut up and help me?” The guy in the fight hollers as he’s knocked to the ground. He immediately gets back up. Luke surveys the situation.

“Nick,” Luke mutters anxiously, “we could use your help, you know.”

“Who, me? Fight? With what, the damn throw rug?”

In the umbrella stand, says a voice in Nick’s mind. It’s not the weirdest thing to happen to him today, so he decides not to question it. He quickly locates the umbrella stand by the door. A black umbrella with a faint purple glow, plus a matching black cane – glow and all – catch Nick’s attention. Luke leaps into battle as the voice in Nick’ head speaks again.

Open the umbrella and twist the handle of the cane.

Nick does as suggested and the cane transforms into a black metal cutlass. The umbrella, on the other hand, becomes a rotella shield in the same material.

“Stygian iron,” one of the empousai hisses. “You’re a child of Hades.”

“I’m a child of no one, my parents died when I was two.” Nick moves into a fighting stance with no sweet clue what he’s going to do. “You got a problem? Come for me.”

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“Are you hurt bad?”

Nick looks up from where he’s laying on a bench outside the bookstore, clutching his cane and umbrella to his chest. Their glow has faded a little, but traces of purple are still visible here and there. There’s yellow dust caked on the bottom of his sneakers, as well as a couple cuts on his arms, his left leg, and his right cheek. Luke stands over him, his hands on his hips as he gives Nick a once-over.

“I’ll live,” Nick states reluctantly. He lowers his head to continue staring at the cloudy sky. “What the fuck just happened?”

Luke perches on the arm of the bench, fiddling with his hands. “Do you really want to know? Do you want the whole truth?”

Nick frowns, sitting up. He rests his cane and umbrella across his lap. “No. Not right now, anyway. Maybe some other time. Right now, I just wanna go home, patch myself up, and forget a few dozen things.”

Luke nods solemnly. “I understand.”

Nick pushes himself to his feet, careful of his injured leg, and turns to the blond. “I’ll meet you back here in three days?” He inquires.

Luke looks up at him, a glimmer of hope in his blue eyes. “You still-” He shakes his head, grinning. “Yeah, three days, noon. Don’t be late.”

Nick smirks, tapping his new cane against Luke’s leg. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

A/N: This has been a work in progress for probably over a year now and I’m only just getting to a point where I feel like I can post it. It’s simultaneously a first, second, third and fourth draft with how much I’ve adjusted it since I started, but it’s technically not finished 😭 I’ll try to upload as often as I can. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! Feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Have a lovely day!

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Capture The Flag | Anything For You

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Franchise: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Nick Oliver (original character, pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: canon violence, angst if you squint, swearing, making out, idk horny demigods, sleepy Luke

Chapter Summary: Nick's first game of capture the flag, featuring Nick trying to talk Luke out of running away.

A/N: Did not thing it would take me this long to get around to uploading a new chapter, I checked when I put out the last part and dear gods it's been a hot minute. Enjoy! Hopefully I'll be posting a little more often now

It’s been two weeks now since Nick has been claimed. He spends his nights in the Big House, because Hades doesn’t have a cabin at the camp. Luke always visits him, and Mr. D seems to have taken a liking to the son of Hades.

One afternoon, Nick is in the middle of his first game of demigod capture the flag, and he has a plan. Well, part of one. A girl from Athena cabin, Annabeth Chase, had thought of it. When Nick had mentioned to her that he had a tendency to blend in with the shadows, she had immediately started devising a strategy before the game started.

Presently, Nick stands silently in the shadows of the trees surrounding his team’s flag. Right in cue, Luke sneaks into Nick’s line of sight. He’s sweating and he has a cut on his bicep. He looks relieved when he sees the flag, but his expression changes once Nick noiselessly slips out of the shadows and holds his sword to Luke’s neck from behind.

“Surprise, Castellan,” Nick says jokingly.

“Should’ve known,” he murmurs. “Didn’t see you out in battle, and I fought just about everyone on your team but you.”

“Well, that’s almost true.”

A cheer roars from the other side of the woods and Luke takes the opportunity to slip away, pointing his sword at Nick’s throat.

“My team already got your flag, thanks to Beckendorf,” Nick says, grinning. “What’s the point of you coming for ours now?”

“Camp is nothing but training and more training, right?” Luke counters.

Then, they were locked in one of the most intense capture the flag battles in Camp Half-Blood history. The two teens fought from one flag to the other, through almost the entirety of the woods, over the river, past Zeus’s fist, until they reach the sheltered clearing of Luke’s team’s flag. Other campers leap out of the way of them, but neither Nick nor Luke are aware of people in their surroundings.

Nick ducks under Luke’s slash, disappears into a shadow and reappears behind the blond, sweeping his legs out from under him. He plants his foot on Luke’s chest plate and points his sword at Luke’s neck.

“Give up yet?” Nick taunts playfully.

Luke stares up at him for a moment. Finally, he drops his sword and slowly holds his hands up in surrender.

A mix of whispers and congratulations erupt from the crowd. Campers on Nick’s team congratulate him for beating Luke, who’s one of the best swordsmen in the camp, while Luke’s team is mumbling to each other about Luke’s surrender. Even Nick finds the blond’s loss surprising, though he doesn’t show it. Luke never surrenders…

Nick offers his hand and helps Luke to his feet. Luke leans towards Nick’s ear. “Meet me in the dining pavilion after everyone’s gone to bed,” he mutters. He smiles when he pulls away, clapping Nick on the shoulder. Nick watches him walk away until Annabeth and the son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson, drag Nick along to the victory party.

“Surprise, Castellan,” Nick says jokingly.

“Should’ve known,” he murmurs. “Didn’t see you out in battle, and I fought just about everyone on your team but you.”

“Well, that’s almost true.”

A cheer roars from the other side of the woods and Luke takes the opportunity to slip away, pointing his sword at Nick’s throat.

“My team already got your flag, thanks to Beckendorf,” Nick says, grinning. “What’s the point of you coming for ours now?”

“Camp is nothing but training and more training, right?” Luke counters.

“Give up yet?” Nick taunts playfully.

Luke stares up at him for a moment. Finally, he drops his sword and slowly holds his hands up in surrender.

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As Nick leaves the Big House, he pulls on a jacket. It’s surprisingly cold outside for a summer night. He strolls through the damp grass, making his way through the camp. He finds Luke waiting for him at the pavilion, leaning against one of the columns.

“Hey,” Nick says quietly, but loud enough for Luke to hear. Luke jumps a little, looking for the source of the voice. He relaxes when he notices Nick.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Luke jokes.

“Sorry. I can’t always control the whole shadow thing.”

“It’s fine.” Luke shoots him a grin. “Guess I just have to get used to it.”

Nick nods, leaning against the column next to Luke’s. “So… what’s up?”

The son of Hermes stays silent for a moment. “Do you ever feel like… I dunno, running away?” He says finally. Nick frowns at the ground.

“I’ve been running my whole life, Luke. Before I met you, I had no idea where I’d end up next. Hell, I was planning for university, but that feels like it’s out the window after finding out all this. Now, I’ve finally found a safe place, a place that feels like home, here with you. I’m kinda getting tired of running.”

“We’re almost adults, Nick, we could leave if we wanted.”

“Why do you want to?”

Luke sighs, staring up at the stars. “The gods. They don’t care about us.”

“Luke…”

“Do you know why my cabin’s always so crowded?” He asks. Nick shrugs. “It’s not only children of Hermes in there. All of the unclaimed demigods get stuck there, too, because the gods won’t take a moment to acknowledge the existence of their own children. If the cabin wasn’t so full, we’d have you in there as well. The gods don’t help us, they don’t talk to us. Why should we obey them?”

Nick chews on his lip, thinking of how to respond. “I can see your reasoning,” he says after a minute of silence. “The gods give us life, then they leave with no contact whatsoever. I’m not always their biggest fan, at this point.” Nick turns his gaze on the blond. “Luke, I know I probably can’t change your mind on this, but sometimes, I think they left us down here for a reason, for our best chance at a normal life before we get thrown into all…” Nick gestures to the camp, “this. Maybe they left to protect us.”

“Well, you’re right about one thing,” Luke says. Nick raises an eyebrow. “You can’t change my mind.” Luke smirks when Nick chuckles softly. Luke looks back towards the sky.

“Your eyes are really pretty in the moonlight,” Nick says without thinking. His eyes widen and Luke blushes red, visible even in the darkness. “Sorry. Um. That was weird, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”

Before Nick can finish his sentence, Luke pushes off his pillar, cradles Nick’s face in his hands and gently presses his lips to those of the son of Hades. It takes Nick almost too long to realize what’s happening. Just before Luke pulls away, Nick wraps his arms around Luke’s neck, keeping Luke where he is. He feels the blond smile into the kiss.

Finally, they both pull away to breathe.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the bookstore,” Luke confesses shyly.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” Nick murmurs.

Luke slips his hand into Nick’s. “Are you alright?” He asks. “I mean, in general? You… I dunno, you don’t seem like yourself, other than during capture the flag.”

Nick clears his throat. “‘Course I’m fine.”

Luke tilts Nick’s head up to look at him. “Are you sure? You can tell me anything, you know.” Nick sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I dunno,” he says honestly. “I mean, I feel a lot safer here at camp, and a lot more comfortable than I did our there with the normal mortals, but…”

“But?” Luke prompts.

“Campers talk,” Nick states quietly.

“Wanna walk and talk?”

Nick nods and allows Luke to lead him over the grounds as he talks.

“They watch me like I’m some kinda ticking time bomb,” Nick explains. “Like I’ll snap and kill everyone or something. They whisper about me when I pass as though I won’t notice, they leave me out of things on purpose, and they avoid me like the plague if they can help it. There’s like, a handful of people here who treat me like a normal person. Well, as normal as one can be with this life. You, Percy, Annabeth, Will, and Beckendorf.”

“Nick…”

“I’m not an idiot,” Nick says bitterly. “I’ve developed a Hades-kid rep by now, I know that no one thinks I’m good news because of who my dad is, but I was judged enough out in the fucking normal world. I thought it would be different here, you know?”

“Hey, look at me,” Luke says. “You belong here, Nick. Here with me, and all the other campers, regardless of parentage. If anyone tells you otherwise, I will personally kick their fucking kólos on your behalf.”

“That’s incredibly reassuring, Mr. Master Swordsman,” Nick says sarcastically.

“I’m serious,” Luke says. “If they mess with you, they can answer to me.”

Nick blushes red. “That means a lot, coming from you.” Luke grins, slipping his hand into Nick’s. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Nick shrugs. “Just… everything. I mean, I’ve found myself here. With you. All thanks to a bookstore in Brooklyn Heights.”

Luke laughs, and the sound of it stirs up butterflies in Nick’s stomach.

“Well, I’m eternally grateful that I met you, Nick Oliver,” Luke says in a soft voice. The butterflies in Nick’s stomach are doing acrobatics. Luke squeezes Nick’s hand as he leans down to press a kiss to Nick’s cheek.

Nick stops the blond in his tracks, wrapping his arms around Luke’s neck again for another kiss. Luke’s arms automatically snake around Nick’s waist, pulling the son of Hades flush against him. Their lips move against each other in perfect harmony. Nick’s fingers thread into Luke’s hair, tugging lightly. Luke groans into the kiss and Nick pulls away, catching his breath with a grin.

“You like that?”

“From you, I’ll take anything,” Luke mutters almost hungrily, dipping his head to press kisses to Nick’s neck.

“Luke,” Nick gasps. Luke hums against Nick’s skin, pressing his soft lips to Nick’s jawline. “Fuck…”

Nick’s vision is obscured in black momentarily. Suddenly, the two boys are in the corner of Nick’s temporary bedroom in the Big House.

“Holy shit, what just happened,” Luke says in one amazed breath.

“I… I think I can travel through shadows?” Nick says, though it comes out as more of a question than a statement. “Like teleportation? Shadow travel. Huh.” Nick stares at the wall for a second before remembering what was happening before the shadow travelling.

“So, where were we?”

Luke blinks twice before properly returning to Nick. “I believe I was right about here.” Luke continues where he left off, kissing along Nick’s jaw. Nick hums, tugging at Luke’s hair the way he had done before.

The boys slowly make their way to Nick’s bed, where they lay down and make out for a surprising few hours, not that either of them were paying attention. They were a little preoccupied with each other to notice the passage of time.

Sometime later, the two fall asleep in each other’s arms. Luke’s arm is wrapped tightly around Nick’s waist while they sleep. Little do they know that Chiron had seen them like that in the ungodly hours of the night (no pun intended). He said nothing and didn’t interrupt, since they looked so peaceful and happy with each other. Chiron hadn’t seen Luke so at ease in a long time, so he figured it best not to disturb.

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Needless to say, it was quite awkward when Chiron woke them the next morning.

Nick wakes first, tensing in Luke’s arms at the sight of the activities director standing in full centaur form over Nick’s bed.

“M-Morning,” Nick says.

“Good morning, Mr. Oliver.”

“Luke,” Nick whispers. The blond shifts, but doesn’t wake. “Oh my gods. Luke!” Nick gives him a little shove.

Luke groans tiredly. “Don’t wanna get up. Too warm.”

“Luke,” Nick hisses, shoving him again.

“Nicky…”

Luke’s eyes slowly blink open. He finally realizes that Chiron is right there. The blond jumps so high in surprise that he falls off the bed with a yelp.

“Good morning, Luke.”

“Morning, Chiron,” Luke groans from the floor, holding his head. “We can explain.”

“I asked him to stay,” Nick says quickly. “I’ve been having really bad nightmares and having him around makes it better. I’m sorry, I never mentioned it.”

“No need to apologize, child,” Chiron says. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Though, Luke, I suspect you may wish to return to your cabin before your siblings interrogate you on your whereabouts.”

“Oh, that would be a nightmare.”

Luke drags himself off the floor, rubbing the back of his head. “Training later?” He asks Nick. The son of Hades nods. “Great. See you then, Nick. Chiron.” Luke nods to the centaur before hastily exiting the bedroom.

Chiron regards Nick with a twinkle in his eye. Nick’s face heats up.

“Nothing happened.”

“I didn’t say a word,” Chiron says with a shrug. “Though, if something did… well, that’s the most content I’ve seen Luke Castellan in years.” He sighs. “I’ll see you for archery in a few hours.” He then leaves with no further comment.

Nick lays down again, staring at the ceiling. A smile creeps over his face, and he can’t stop the happy little giggle that escapes him.

A/N: send help I graduate in less than two months

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