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[celestialbackbiter]

skip the breathing, get to boasting

the lake, over the three years you’d been at camp half-blood, had become a late-night spot for the older campers. chiron didn’t like the idea at first, he thought it was too dangerous for you all to be out there, alone, at night without any supervision but he was quickly convinced by a trusted son of aphrodite that everyone would be okay. 

it was at the lakeside, late at night, that you and clarisse had kissed for the first time. the two of you had snuck off to the woods and finally - finally - kissed. you’d been pining after her for weeks, crushing on her for months, and it had all come out that fateful night. 

the two of you had been inseparable ever since. 

a newly-claimed son of hephaestus, you had no idea what his name was if you were being honest with yourself but you did remember smiling at him on his first day in camp and giving a small hello, had managed to stop you in your tracks on your way to where clarisse was sitting. “i could make you a new one, if you wanted.”

you’d just gone to the bathroom, you should have only been gone a couple of minutes. you could see her lounging against her log in the sand, one leg bent up, eyes on you.

“i’m sorry?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused, but not looking away from clarisse. 

“your sword.” the handle had cracked on your sword, sparring with clarisse a few days back. 

“oh,” you looked away from clarisse reluctantly, trying to be polite. “thanks but leo’s already said he’d do it.” the guy leaned into you, his hand resting on a tree to your side. blocking your view of your girlfriend.

“well i’m better than leo.” you didn’t like this guy.

“well i’ll be sure to tell leo that, i'm sure he'd appreciate the ego boost.” you gave him a tight lipped smile, and moved to step around him. he pushed himself off the tree and stepped in your path.

“aww you gonna put in a good word for me?” his tone was teasing, but you didn’t want him to be teasing as he smirked at you. you let out a polite chuckle, and went to walk around him once more. he blocked you again. 

“i’ll put in a bad word for you, if you really want.” the guy turned around at the sudden new voice to see clarisse stood before him, arms crossed.

she was eye-to-eye with the guy, almost as broad, and so much more beautiful. the guy let out a laugh.

“i’m sorry?” he mirrored clarisse’s crossed arms, puffing out his chest, squaring up to her.

clarisse squared back. “you will be sorry,” she stepped into his space and lowered her voice a little. “if you don’t stop trying to flirt with my girlfriend.” you moved to stand next to clarisse, placing a hand on her arm to try and deescalate the situation before it even began. 

the guy's eyebrows were in his hairline. “your girlfriend?”

you both nodded in unison and you glanced at clarisse. she looked proud to say those words, to claim you as hers. she never stopped looking the guy in the eye.

“right, whatever.” the guy shouldered past you and clarisse with enough force to move you, even though it was clarisse he had touched, but she didn’t even flinch. 

she turned back to you, and you walked hand-in-hand back to your log in the sand. she sat on the sand, and pulled you down onto her lap. you protested slightly, you and clarisse were never a couple for pda, but she brushed you off - whispering to you that it was okay. you sat straddling her lap. 

“what was he asking you about?” her hands were sitting just above each of your knees. you heaved a sigh. 

“my sword.” 

“i thought leo was fixing your sword.” her hands started to slide higher up your legs.

“he is. the guy was angling to fix it instead,” you swallowed, deciding to mess with your loving girlfriend just a little, you leaned right into her ear and whispered “i think he likes me.” 

clarisse’s hands stopped all movement, resting just where your camp-issued shorts had ridden up when you sat on her lap. “well he’s pretty comfortable looking at you still.” she whispered back to you, you pulled back to look at her face. 

she was looking past you, presumably at the guy, and her face was set in a scowl. “so?” you questioned, not understanding what clarisse meant. 

she finally drew her eyes away from the guy to look at you. her hands had started to move again. they travelled up your thighs and around to your back, venturing up and up until they landed on your mid-back. clarisse moved your hair over your shoulder, and pulled you into her chest causing your back to arch a little. one hand cradled your head, the other travelled back down to your ass and squeezed. 

“so,” you groaned in clarisse’s ear as she started to kiss your neck in between whispered words. “let's give him something to look at. make him a little uncomfortable."

[celestialbackbiter]

this is exactly how i imagine piper and it's making me almost bawl oh my god

i finally figured out how to draw piper the way i picture her and now i can't stop drawing her

[celestialbackbiter]

i like flirting, a lover by my side

leo valdez is an unsuccessful player. he likes to think that he has a way with the ladies. he likes to think that he can woo them and take them on a date, maybe even get a nice kiss at the end of the night. he likes to think that he could slide a hand lovingly around their sides, landing on the small of their back, and pull them in close.

in his own mind, leo is a smooth talker. in his own mind, leo would whisper sweet nothings into a girl’s ear as he held her close. he would whisper loving - dirty - words as he leant in for a kiss. in english at first, slowly easing his way into spanish, and then finally to greek.

within leo’s own little bubble, he walks up to a girl and knows what to do. he knows to greet her with flowers, he knows to be cordial and kind, he knows to pay for the coffee or the meal, he knows to ask for another date at the end of it all.

in reality, leo valdez cannot talk to girls. as soon as a girl his age gets within a fifty foot radius of him, he gets nervous. his hands start to get clammy, his legs get jittery, and his hair even went up in flames once. he has to reach into his toolbelt for something to fiddle with in order to calm his nerves. 

piper even decided to announce to the group one time, much to leo’s annoyance, that she has seen him revert back to spanish when a particularly lovely redhead asked leo a question in a store. she also decided to add, once the laughter had died down, that he was then seemingly stuck in spanish for an hour afterwards. 

leo valdez gets nervous, tongue-tied, and fidgety when he talks to girls, but that just makes him all the more endearing.

[celestialbackbiter]

never really had much faith

when you were new at camp you heard stories about clarisse la rue, the mighty daughter of ares.

the daughter that didn’t disappoint. the daughter that was the head of the ares brood.

clarisse la rue was a force to be reckoned with, you were told. clarisse la rue was the favourite and most formidable child of one of the most formidable gods, you were told.

clarisse la rue would bully people into submission when they arrived at camp - giving them swirlies in the toilets, torturing them at capture the flag, beating them senseless at swordplay.

you didn’t meet clarisse la rue until your fourth day in camp. you had just walked out of the toilet stall and to the sink when you saw her in the mirror. she stood in the doorway of the toilet block, tall and shining. 

clarisse walked towards you and you swallowed. “i heard,” she was at the sink next to you now. “that you’ve already been claimed.” you nodded, looking at her through the mirror as you washed your hands.

“am i allowed to know who by?” she had turned to you, her right hip leaning against the sink, her toned arm crossed over her chest.

your mouth opened and closed a couple times as you struggled to get your words out. clarisse was intimidating, people were right about that, but she was also beautiful. 

she looked at you expectantly, “can you speak?” a hand reached out, and brushed your chin like she was trying to draw the words out of you physically. 

you held onto the sink next to you, thinking you were about to collapse. you cleared your throat, “uh, uh,” you let out a short laugh as you caught yourself and you scratched your head. “athena.”

clarisse’s eyebrows raised, her tongue went into her cheek, “huh” she huffed out as her arms crossed back over her chest.

“what ‘huh’?” you mirrored her, crossing your arms too. clarisse glanced down at your chest quickly.

“our parents aren’t friends.” she smiled widely, leaning into your space.

“they’re not?” 

“no.” clarisse backed away from you, walking backwards to the door. “but we could be.” she turned and rounded the corner, walking away from the toilet block, leaving you in the dust.

you let out a deep sigh as soon as clarisse was out of sight, turning back to the mirror, you grabbed onto the sink and bent down so you were balancing on your toes. you placed your forehead on the cool porcelain sink and groaned. 

clarisse la rue was definitely mighty, clarisse la rue was definitely formidable, but clarisse la rue was also fucking dangerous. 

[celestialbackbiter]

there is ground to break

- part 2 -

part 1 - there is ground to break

luke x apollo!reader nsfw under the split this took so much longer than i wanted it to take honestly, but i've been so busy so please forgive me it's also so much longer than i thought it would turn out

the shower’s at camp were, as you expected, busy. you had to wait for one to be free, and by the time you were under the lukewarm water there was only one other girl in the shower block. the water ran over you and you sighed.

the camp showers were one of the only places on the whole site that had complete privacy. the door went ceiling to floor, you could barely hear anything outside of the confines of your own cubicle, and the near deafening silence often led to your mind wandering. 

it often wandered to luke, but normally it was in a friendly way. normally, it was in a i could have done better in luke’s class today or that thing luke said earlier was funny. but today wasn’t like that. 

the thoughts of luke today were warmer, more intense. you thought back to that winter and the lakeside kiss, how it made you feel, how it made you want him in a way you’d never wanted anyone before. you thought of the kiss today in the amphitheatre and you started feeling hotter and hotter. 

you turned the temperature of the shower down. a cold shower would help.

showering at camp was never a particularly glamorous thing to do. the water wasn’t as scorching as you’d like it to be, the tiles were a little too rough under your feet, and the water pressure was nothing to be desired. there wasn’t even a shelf for your things to sit on. the only decent thing about them was their privacy. 

you washed your hair as you thought of luke. you thought of how he had looked today; his hair beginning to stick to his forehead, his shirt tighter to his chest than normal - it must have been an old one - and his eyes. luke’s eyes had always been nice. they were dark, bright and beautiful - but today they were different. they looked hungry, almost primal, something deep within them making them feel so intense when they looked at you. 

that made you feel hot, on fire almost. you thought of luke hovering over you on the sand at the lake, how much better it would feel if you had carried on. if the kiss hadn’t stopped. if luke made you feel like you were making yourself feel right now, with a hand below your stomach and the cool water running over your back. 

you had one hand on the wall, and one hand cupping yourself, much like luke had earlier, your fingers working increasingly faster over your clit to make you reach the precipice. 

you thought of luke’s camp beads, how they hung around his neck and landed just right at his collarbones, how they swang when he held himself above you with a hand down your pants. 

you thought of luke’s shoulders, how they had broadened and filled out now. how they made you feel smaller now that they were so much bigger than yourself. 

you thought of luke’s voice, how it made you weak in the knees when he stood behind you in his classes and whispered small praises to you as he corrected your stance. a soft ‘that’s good, you’re doing so well today’ so no one else heard and thought he was playing favourites. 

you thought of how he had felt underneath you today, hard and ready to be touched. how the mere thought of being able to touch him had made you feel like you belonged, like you were desired and capable of pleasing him in so many ways.

you were so close to finishing, so close to being content, when the water suddenly went freezing cold. you gasped, your hands coming away from the wall - and from yourself - to turn the water off quickly. you hadn’t realised how long you’d been in the shower, the water only went cold when it was running for a minute too long. 

you stood there breathing heavily for a moment, before you stepped back and decided to get dressed and head back to your cabin. 

at dinner, you were sitting at the apollo table waiting for food when he walked in. your eyes trailed away from your sister you were talking to, automatically, to look at him. he was wearing a looser shirt now, his hair looked curlier - you figured he’d showered and this made your face warm. had he been in the shower block at the same time you were thinking about him?

you tingled all over.

he didn’t look at you at first, just carried on talking to connor, but as soon as he’d sat down and said a quick hello to everyone at the hermes table (which was full and loud), he looked at you. his eyes found yours fast, like he already knew you were looking at him, and he smiled brightly and winked. your heart flipped a little. 

dinner went on without a hitch, no more winks or smiles exchanged between you and luke, no more small glances that made you feel like throwing up a little. you ate your food and chatted to your brothers and sisters, all the while having the niggling feeling that you were being watched.

by the time that dinner had ended and everyone started to filter out of the dining pavilion into the courtyard outside, you hadn’t looked back in luke’s direction. you were laughing at something the newest apollo cabin recruit beside you had said, when the 13-year-old looked past you and you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. you took a deep breath in, already knowing who the hand belonged to, and smiled at your newest brother before saying a quiet ‘bye’ and turning to face luke.

“can we talk?” luke asked, eyes pleading, “please?” 

you heaved a sigh, “sure.” you were nervous to be alone with him after that afternoon, you weren't sure what would happen and you were dreading the inevitable.

the two of you walked behind the cabins to the shower blocks, checking no one was paying attention to either of you as you walked in and went to the end-most stall. luke had just walked in behind you and shut the door when you heard what sounded like the entirety of the aphrodite cabin walking in behind you to get ready for the singalong that night.

an empty shower stall may have seemed like the wrong place to have a conversation, especially at the age you were and the point of your friendship you had found yourself at, but you and luke had been doing this since the two of you had started at camp. the shower block was the only place for privacy, the only place to have a heart-to-heart without being interrupted.

you sat on the bench in the shower’s cloak room and looked up at luke. you didn’t know what to say so you waited for luke to begin. 

luke didn’t begin.

he chewed on his lip and looked at you nervously, tapping his fingers against his leg. he paced the small stall, stepping past the shower curtain to your right and into the shower, pausing momentarily, before turning and pacing back to you. you watched him the whole time, not knowing what he was thinking, and it made you feel nervous. he looked at you, bringing his hand up to push his hair back, and heaved a large sigh.

“what is it, luke?” you asked, getting increasingly annoyed. “what do you want?” 

“what do i want?” his voice rose. “what do i- you wouldn’t look at me during dinner. why?”

“i didn’t know that i had to, i was talking, you know we have new campers.” he looked at you from where he stood above you, eyebrows furrowed.

“you didn’t know you had to? really?”

“yeah.”

“really?” you hummed in agreement, making luke’s eyes widen. “you-” he took a deep shaking breath. “you kissed me and then didn’t think you had to look me in the eyes?” 

you stood in a flash, making him step back a little. “i did not kiss you!” 

he raised his eyebrows. “oh, you didn’t?” he stepped towards you again, so there was only a couple of inches between you now. “you didn’t kiss me first?”

you stared at him, eyes searching his face. you could hear the aphrodite cabin outside the locked door, arguing and shouting at each other. “no.” you crossed your arms. “why would i kiss you? huh?”

he scoffed, “i don’t know, maybe because you wanted to carry on from last winter?”

your eyes widened, “last winter was you kissing me, i didn’t start that shit.” your voice rose higher. “and the fact that you think i did, luke, is on you. you kissed me first that day-”

“oh, that day? so you admit that you kissed me first today?” his voice rose with your own.

“no!” you all but yelled. “i am not admitting that, because it didn’t happen!” you waved your finger in his face, and he batted it away. “you came on to me. you started flirting with me.” you poked him in the chest with every you. “you kissed me. you dragged me into your lap.”

luke gaped at you with bulging eyes, and looked down at his chest where your index finger rested. “i cannot believe that you really think that! you’re insane! you are an insane woman!” he was basically yelling now.

“don’t you dare, luke.”

“or what? what are you going to do? wha-” there was a knock on the door.

“is someone in there?” a girl from the aphrodite cabin, you didn’t recognise the voice straight away.  you went to say something in response, you weren’t sure what honestly, and you didn't get a chance to think what before you were spun around by your waist, luke’s hand over your mouth, and your back pressed against the opposite wall. luke looked at you with hard eyes.

“yeah, it’s just me drew.” he looked at the door, like he was hoping she wouldn’t come in.

“oh my god, luke! what are you doing?” you heard a slight thud, like drew had leant on the door.

“i’m just showering.” he looked at you. “what else would i be doing?” 

“ugh.” drew scoffed. “whatever.” there was another slight thud as she came away from the door. “well hurry up, it’s almost time for the singalong, and i’m sure you don’t want to miss me looking pretty.” you could hear the smugness in her voice. it was no secret that most of the aphrodite cabin had a crush on luke, they flirted with him at any given opportunity that they could. he never reciprocated, thankfully. you thought you might die a little inside for some reason if he did. 

“yeah, okay.” luke looked back at you. his hands were still on you, on your waist and your mouth. you wiggled to get free of him. he didn’t let you go, he was looking at you with his eyes wide and wondering. “i just dont want this to change anything.”

you scrunched your eyebrows together. change anything? “i don’t want,” luke was whispering now, “i don’t want what happened, at the lake and-” he took a deep breath in, “and today to change anything between us, you know?”

he looked at you like he wanted a response, and you wiggled your head to rid yourself of his hand over your mouth. “it’s not going to change anything, luke.”

“are you sure?” his eyes were still wide and bright, searching your own face and glancing at your mouth - almost like he was waiting to see the words come out. 

“yeah.” you breathed out. luke surged forwards and kissed you. 

the kiss was heated from the start, luke’s hand that had once been over your mouth now rested on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. his hand on your waist did the same, causing his legs to part slightly to allow for one of your own to slot between them. your hands snaked up from your side to luke’s face, resting on his cheek. he hadn’t had a haircut since may and the curls were starting to be massively overgrown, twisting and curling around your fingers as you buried them in the back of his head.

your fingers got caught on a curl and you tugged slightly to loosen it, it made luke groan and tighten his hold on you - it sounded like the groan came from his feet, it was guttural and raw. luke pulled away from you for a moment before kissing your cheek and kissing a line down your neck. you still held onto his hair. he stopped when he got to your collarbone, lifted his head and looked at you.

you’d never seen this look before, luke looked as though he was almost pleading, begging you to do something. you hadn't seen luke look anything close to this since the time you’d managed to beat him at capture the flag, when you had pinned him down with your sword to his neck and your weight on him. (you were both 15, luke was weak from the flu he was still getting over, and you’d never managed to do it again.)  but this look was softer, almost, his eyes rounder. you just nodded your head at him, swallowing. 

he kissed you again and your head cleared, he was good at this. it made you wonder if he had kissed anyone else before you, or if he was just naturally good at this as well as battle. luke pulled away again after a couple of blissful minutes, one hand moving from the side of your face to the column of your throat, pushing up a little causing your head to tip back. his lips followed the newly-exposed skin, leaving a trail of light kisses down your throat. your upper body fell back to hit the wooden wall of the shower block as his kisses continued down. 

luke kissed down the valley of your chest as your eyes slipped closed, down your stomach, and you suddenly realised what he was pleading for before. you gasped, feeling lightheaded with the realisation, and tugged once again at the curls on the top of his head to get luke’s attention. he just groaned again, not getting the hint. “luke.” you choked out. all movements halted as his head pulled away from your stomach. you opened your eyes.

when you looked down, luke was looking up at you. you weren’t entirely sure when luke had sunk to his knees, you didn’t feel it happen. but here he was, staring up at you with wide eyes and his hands in your waistband. “what’s wrong?” 

you swallowed again, breathing heavier. “i’m just nervous, i guess.” 

luke tilted his head and smiled at you. “you don’t need to be nervous, baby, it’s just me.” you scoffed lightly, luke was never just anything. he chuckled, and kissed just below your belly button where his hands had pulled your pants down to expose bare skin.

you moaned lightly, and luke continued on his path down. you closed your eyes again, feeling him unbutton and unzip your pants, untie and slip off your shoes, pull your pants down and off your legs. luke pulled away from you, his hands resting on your hips. you opened your eyes.

luke was looking at your underwear with a far-off look, like his head was spacey, and so you brought a head down to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. you felt the bump of his scar. the movement of your thumb seemed to kick-start his brain again, and he looked at you. his hands rested on the front of your thighs, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to where you really wanted them.

he looked up at you as he allowed his thumb to grace the front of your underwear, just over where you felt an aching, and he watched as your eyes fluttered shut and your breath shuddered. he continued rubbing across the front of them lightly, until the aching got too much for you to handle anymore, and you muttered out a begging luke. 

he surged forward, his lips suddenly on you over the soft cotton, and you gasped. your hands were on the back of his head in an instant and you moaned. you felt luke smile against you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. it was all too much but not enough at the same time. you felt as though you needed him. you felt his hands move from the front of your thighs to the back of them, travelling up as he continued his gentle assault on you with his mouth. he was now licking up your slit before it found it’s home on your clit and circled, before venturing back down. 

his hands rested on your lower back, just above the waistband of your underwear, and you mewled at the feeling of him encompassing you. he did something that made your hips buck toward him, you weren’t sure what it was - too lost in the feeling of how it all felt - and the action made his hands ball in the band of your underwear.

you shrieked a little at the fabric tightening on your hips so suddenly, and luke pulled away from you. your eyes shot open.

“did i hurt you?” he looked concerned. you shook your head in a violent no, and he realised what had happened. “shall i take them off?” his eyes moved from yours down to your underwear. 

your head fell back against the wall once more. “gods, luke.” he chuckled.

“is that a yes?” you didn’t answer, instead you reached behind you and moved his hands away - to which he whined - and pulled your underwear down yourself. luke’s eyes bulged from his head slightly, fixated on your movements.

he sat back on his heels, his hands hovering an inch from the front of your thighs like he didn’t dare touch you right now. he still wasn’t looking at your face, his eyes had glazed over, pupils blown wide, the dark chocolate of them fixated where your legs met one another. “it’s a yes.” your voice came out as a whisper, too scared that if you spoke too loud you would break this moment. 

luke swallowed, glanced at your face quickly, and surged forwards. a gasp was torn from your throat as luke’s hands clamped themselves onto your thighs, his lips landing just below your belly button and travelling slowly but surely downwards.

it was your turn to swallow. your hands found themselves, once again, in luke’s hair, twisting with his curls as his lips got closer and closer to where you wanted him. you were throbbing now, the ache between your legs had grown to be almost unbearable, and you groaned. luke’s head backed away to look at you. your hands did something you never expected - it felt as though you weren’t controlling them, like there was an external source moving them - and you pulled luke’s head towards you.

luke muttered something under his breath as soon as his mouth was on you, the cool air brushing over your clit and making you squirm. luke’s large hands stroked up and down your thighs as he started to suck, his tongue swept over you as he worked on your undoing. his hands still moving and one began to move its way to the back of your leg, pulling you almost impossibly closer to him, as the other made its way down. 

you were lost in his motions, lost in this foreign feeling, lost in the way he was making you sound. his hand had reached your ankle now, and his fingers closed around it, you felt them circle it entirely and it made you tingle. luke made you feel small in a way that no one else had, like he could easily protect you. 

with a particularly good swipe of his tongue, luke started to pull your leg up by the ankle and you started. your head lifted from the wall, and looked at luke. 

his eyes were closed and his eyebrows raised, like he was concentrating on doing everything at once. you could see his thumb on the side of your left thigh, digging in so hard and so lovingly that the skin around it was paler than the rest. you wondered if there would be marks from his hands, and your hips jerked with the thought. luke moaned. 

his hand on your ankle had led your leg to drape over his shoulder, causing you to open up to him more than you already had. the new angle allowed him to go deeper and further, work you faster and harder. the hand came from your ankle, up your leg, and landed at the top of your inner thigh - fingers just skirting along your opening. you swallowed a lump in your throat, you knew where this was going and you adjusted your hips in the hopes that luke would get the hint. you wanted this. you really wanted this. 

his mouth was still working you for a minute before his hand began to touch you. one was still gripping the back of your thigh, but the other hand was now replacing his mouth, moving in rhythmic circles over your clit. the new sensation tore another long moan from your throat, and luke’s head appeared from its hidden view beneath you. his eyes and lips were shining as he swallowed, he was heaving slightly like he was out of breath. “am i doing okay?”

you glared at him like he had grown a second head, “you’re kidding?” his hand was still working away at you, making you closer and closer to the edge. luke’s eyebrows knitted once again.

“am i not-” luke looked nervous, his hand was slowing. “shall i stop?” 

your hips tried to chase the sensation that luke was pulling away. “no!” it came out louder than you had intended it to, and luke looked at you curiously. you grabbed luke’s wrist to pull his hand back to you, his fingers ghosting over your clit. “please don’t stop.” 

“fuck, gods.” luke kissed your inner thigh, the one over his shoulder, “i’m gonna be in danger if you keep talking to me like that.” his hand had started to move again, circling you.

“like what?” 

“like that. like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” his fingers were back to circling you, his mouth was back on your inner thigh, and you were so so close. 

luke smiled up at you, a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and that sent you over the edge. your eyes closed, your head tilted back, your thighs closed around luke’s head, your body jolted.

when you opened your eyes again, luke had placed your foot back on the ground and was now standing in front of you. his hands came up to cup your face, and he kissed you. this kiss was different to every other kiss you and luke had shared, it was tender and loving, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

you broke the kiss, your eyes darting around luke’s face. you suddenly remembered that luke had been hard and ready earlier, thinking that he might be now - because surely no one could do what luke had just done without something happening to their own biology. “are you okay?” you asked, eyes shifting down to catch a glance of luke’s cargos but your chest against luke’s blocked your view.

“should i not be asking you that?” he replied with a giggle.

you rolled your eyes and sighed, “i mean down there?” you whispered that last part like it was a secret, your hand wandering down to land on his waistband.

his eyes widened and moved away from you, embarrassed. “oh!”

“do you want me to-”

“no.” luke cut you off, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I mean, no, i’m- i’m good.” luke cleared his throat and backed away from you slightly. you began to panic. had something happened? did you do something?

“you’re good?” luke must have heard the slight panic in your voice because he came straight back to your side, his hands finding your face once again. he looked you in the eyes, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

luke’s eyes flitted around your face, one of his hands left your cheek and ventured down to your hand on his waistband. he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand round to the front of his cargos. you felt his cock there, still slightly hard, but there was something else. a wet patch laid under your palm, small but noticeable. “i’m good.” 

you smiled up at him. “luke castellan,” he nodded. “did you cum in your pants?”

luke choked out a laugh, and dipped his head to rest on your left shoulder. his hand came off your face and landed on the wall next to your head, you laughed along with him. “what are you, 14?” you took your hand off his cock and placed it on the side of his face. 

you laughed together for a while, making jabs at one another, before he helped you redress and leave the shower stall. you looked at your watch as you left the showers and realised you were late to the campfire. 

[celestialbackbiter]

new athens x

[celestialbackbiter]

i am gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure

*gulps* im so up rn. im back.

*adds to charlie thread*

[celestialbackbiter]

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase

Heroes of Olympus: Mark of Athena // Percy Jackson and the Olympians 1x07

[celestialbackbiter]

imagine if thalia visited percy on his fifteen birthday. an apology lodged somewhere in the back of her throat. knocking on the apartment door while holding back tears. sally greeting her with the warm smile of a mother. paul welcoming her inside with the kind tone of a father. imagine thalia surprised to see percy and nico bonding over two slices of blue cake. feeling even more alienated as a big three kid. knowing these two had a relationship without her. imagine thalia meeting percy's eyes from across the room. and for a brief second. she swears his previously gleeful gaze turns cold and bitter. and she's waiting for the anger. for the tide to drown her. and she's prepared to welcome it. but then his gaze turns remorseful. and then apologetic. and he doesn't yell at her. instead. he invites her to sit next to him and nico. and welcomes her to a slice of blue cake. because time will pass anyway. and life's way too short for kids like them to not hold each other through it.

[celestialbackbiter]

headcanon that percy carries a ridiculous amount of water bottles on him. unironically. and he's not even aware that it's an absurd amount. because he's had a thirst for three gallons of water since he was six.

[celestialbackbiter]

there is ground to break

luke x apollo!reader

nsfw under the split

it still amazed you, even after four years, just how mystical camp half-blood truly was. from the rolling green of half-blood hill, to the vicious reds of the strawberry fields, to the vastness of the amphitheatre. everything in camp half-blood screamed 'blessed by the gods'.

you often found yourself thinking of the colours of the camp, especially on a day like today - when the sun shone high and hot in the sky, when there was little wind to pick the hair up off your neck and cool you, when you felt as though your own father was trying to smite you down for your wrongdoings with the intensity of the sun's rays.

it possibly didn't help that you were stood alone in the amphitheatre - which was rarely, if ever, used by other campers at this time of day because of the heat the dipped down stage brought - practice sword in hand, thrashing and jabbing and slicing your way through the air. you tried to remember what luke castellan, the camps lead teacher of sword fighting, had said to do in battle. this was, of course, in vain. you never knew what luke was saying, you never could concentrate on his lessons.

you never could draw yourself away from the way his eyes gleamed as he waxed poetic about the importance of a demigod's sword. you never could stop yourself from focusing more on the way his lips formed the words than what the words actually meant. you never could draw yourself away from how backbiter - his own dual-metal sword - glinted in the beaming sunlight and cast a golden glow on his face. like apollo had blessed him, a sign from your father that he was for you. you never could tear yourself from catching how that golden glint teetered at the edge of the scar that ran the length of the right side of his face and made it look startlingly smooth.

you never could draw yourself away from the feeling you got when luke's eyes dragged across his campmates faces, looking for any sign of recognition or life, and skimmed over your own - the way you convinced yourself he hesitated just a moment too long on you.

the practice sword glidded over your head in a twirl.

of course there was a reason for him to hesitate on you. at least in your head there was (whether that thought translated to luke's is a different question).

last winter, when camp half-blood was at the typical bare bones capacity and the campfire singalongs were seeming more and more tedious as the months to summer stretched before you; when the new year had been rang in almost a month prior; when the weather outside the invisible bubble of camp turned the weather inside to almost subzero; when all you wanted was to climb into your warm bed in your golden cabin; luke had kissed you.

your sword sliced through the air with a violent whirl that left your shoulder socket feeling a little worse for wear.

now, this kiss was not out of the blue or completely unexpected to an extent. you and luke had been skirting around the subject of relationships for a while now. not because either of you particularly had romantic feelings for each other, gods no, but because yourself and luke, in a friendly late night talk by the lake when neither of you could sleep because of the bad dreams and the lack of noise at camp that time of year, had realised you were both almost-20-year-old virgins. and this depressed you.

you had drifted toward the edge of the amphitheatre now, feet dancing along the edge of the grass in your sword play with an invisible force, almost touching the first stone step. you decided you'd had enough and sat down heavily on the hot rock, discarding the wooden sword at your feet.

you sat for a while catching your breath with your face tilted upward, sending a silent prayer to your father - apollo - to ease off with the blaring sun a little, when you glanced down at the watch on your left wrist. 12:40. you'd missed lunch. you heaved a sigh, and slumped forward in your seat, bracing your elbows on your knees and closing your eyes. blood rushed in your ears, your heart beat fast.

the sweltering summer heat on your neck suddenly lessened and you thought for a millisecond that apollo had listened, so you whispered a small "thank you" in ancient greek.

"I'm not sure what I did but you're welcome."

you started. eyes open suddenly and on your feet in a second. luke.

he stood tall in front of you, now sitting a good 6 or 7 inches taller than you since the great growth spurt of his 16th year, broad and smiling, casting a shadow on where you lept from. his dark curls were beginning to stick to his forehead at his hairline, you assumed due to the walk over to the amphitheatre.

"gods, luke," you huffed out with relief "you scared me."

he laughed and sounded heavenly, " yeah I noticed." you reached out and swatted his chest with the back of your hand, bending and picking the sword up from the ground and beginning to push past him. "you missed lunch."

you repeated his previous words back to him with a smile as you began the walk back to the main camp grounds, climbing the steps of the amphitheatre. "how long have you been out here?" he asked.

you glanced at your watch again. your stomach grumbled. "almost 2 hours apparently."

he hummed appreciatively and sarcastically stated "you looked good. almost strong." you stopped walking and stared.

"how long were you watching me, you stalker?"

"long enough to see you don't really pay attention to what I teach."

"maybe you should be better at it then." he hummed again and raised his eyebrows, looked up at you from 2 steps below.

"I brought you lunch, if you want it." he lifted his right hand to you palm side up, with an orange paper napkin parcelling something in his outstretched hand. you reached out to get it. luke snatched it back, throwing it lightly into his left hand. you scowled. "tell me I'm a good teacher."

now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows. "sorry?"

"tell me I'm a good teacher. then you can eat." you shook your head and moved towards luke on the step to take the sandwich from his hands, but he held it above his head, causing you to stumble in your feeble attempt to get it. your hand came up to his chest to steady yourself against him.

"that is a human rights violation, you can't starve me to get your way." you put your hands on your hips and luke followed them for a split second, tracing your arms back up to your face.

"good job you're not a human then, huh?" he said with a tilt of his head, another quick eyebrow raise, and a hint of arrogance, the orange napkin still in his hand.

your stomach growled again and you huffed, stomping your foot like a tantrum-riddled toddler. "fine! you're a good teacher. can I have my lunch now?" he laughed again and it sounded even better than before. he sat down on the stone next to you and pulled you down with him by your back belt loop, handing you the parcel. you blushed at the ease in which he moved you.

it was a simple ham and lettuce sandwich, a little mayo on the bread. you noticed he'd already torn a corner inch off as an offering and you smiled. "thanks." you smiled up at him.

you ate in relative silence. every couple minutes luke would say something as you chewed and you would respond brightly, half eaten sandwich shoved into your cheek with the distant memory of your grandmother chastising you for talking with food in your mouth. you finished your sandwich and suddenly luke stopped talking mid-sentence. you looked up at him with wide eyes, swallowed your last bite of food and opened your mouth to say something. you didn't know what you were going to say, any thought you had left was lost when you fully took in lukes expression, and so you closed your mouth again.

his eyes were wide and dark, the brown almost entirely swallowed by black, and his lips were slightly parted. his eyebrows were lifted in an almost shocked expression.

"what?" you asked. he sputtered a little.

"uh-" his hand flicked up like he was going to gesture and quickly retracted again back to his side. "you have-" he swallowed. "you have a little-" he did gesture this time, he pointed to your mouth. "you have a little mayo, just there." you felt the redness of a blush hit your face again.

"oh! oh!" you wiped the corner of your mouth, "is it gone?" luke laughed a little.

"no." you wiped the other side.

"is it gone now?" you turned your head slightly from side to side, your hair tickling your face where it shook a little, a smile tugging at your mouth. luke laughed again.

"no." you rolled your eyes.

"well could you help a little? I'll look like an idiot!" you faked being irate, your voice starting to rise with a faint giggle. luke's laughter started to die, and he reached out towards you.

you froze with a smile on your face, eyes wide. as his hand came closer, lukes own smile dropped completely and your eyes felt heavier and heavier with the intensity of his whole being directed at you. you closed them. you felt his fingers curl against your chin and his thumb grace the very corner of your mouth. your eyes snapped open. luke paused, a deer in headlights.

your eyes locked and it felt as though time stood still, a beat went past. two. three. lukes gaze flickered down to your lips and back up again, your heart rate picking up with it. luke mumbled something but you didn't catch it, you were too focused on him. his eyes. his hair. his mouth. his adams apple. his shoulders. everything about him made you feel exposed, more so when he began to move towards you.

luke leaned into you, hand still on your chin with his thumb having found its seemingly rightful place in the middle of your lower lip. he tugged it down a little. just enough to pull your lips apart from one another. his hand moved from your chin, sliding up your face. his palm rested on your cheek, his thumb sliding left to right on your cheekbone, his fingers spread along the side of your neck. you felt vulnerable. you felt small in lukes hand. you nuzzled your head a little further into him.

he leaned closer.

he swallowed as he entered your atmosphere, his path sure and strong, and he stopped suddenly an inch from your face. "is this okay?" he asked, now unsure of himself - it made you wonder if he thought the winters night kiss wasn't okay. you swallowed too and nodded.

"mhm, yeah-" you blinked repeatedly, too scared to close your eyes for too long in case you missed the sight of luke so close to your face, but his gaze was so intense that you couldnt quite keep your eyes open. you'd dreamt of this. literally dreamt of this, almost every day since that fateful night by the lake in late january. "yeah."

"I've never forgotten, you know." he was whispering now, searching your face for something. "I've not forgotten the night at the lake."

"the lake?" you whispered back. you kicked yourself. what was that? why had you asked that? you knew what he meant, but you wanted to know what he thought of it. of-

"the kiss." he cut off your thoughts, replaced your voice with his own. "I think about it sometimes." he stroked your cheek and then moved his hand toward the back of your head, spreading his hand out in your hair.

"you do?" your voice sounded small. he nodded slightly. "when?"

he smiled. "everyday. mainly at night." he swallowed. you followed suit. the sun felt so hot, or maybe the situation you were in - sat next to luke; thigh to thigh; foreheads almost touching; lips an inch away from each other; memories that normally only invaded your dreams or kept you in the shower too long coming to surface; memories of luke hovering above you with one hand on your hip, fingers slipped under the waistband of your pants, and the other clutching the blanket next to your head, his camp necklace swinging and landing on your throat - maybe that was what had you feeling hot under the collar.

it was that memory that made you surge forward and close the gap between you. lips meeting lips. his hands in your hair and cradling your face, yours snaking up from your side and beginning to ball his tshirt in a fist.

you felt hot all over, your heart rate raised, blood rushing in your ears for the second time today. you felt breathless and weak, his mouth moving gracefully and with precision. his hands dropped from your hair and you began to panic suddenly, starting to open your eyes, but they returned to your waist in a second and calmed you. luke pulled you impossibly closer and closer, not stopping until you got the hint and climbed onto his lap. you bracketed him to the stone step with your thighs, and he shifted in his seat to accommodate for the sudden height difference. his head tilted backwards so the connection between you didn't break. his hands stayed on your waist for a couple minutes, your right hand on his face and your left in his hair, before he moved them. he moved them down. he slid his hands into your back pockets and tugged.

he moved you closer to him once again, and your body rocked with the movement into him. your chest pushed into lukes, your hand tightened in his hair pulling a low whine out of his throat and you moaned with him. but that wasn't all you felt.

beside the stifling heat of the day, beside the feeling of yours and lukes quickening heartbeats mingling into one, beside the hands on your ass and the moan in your throat. you felt luke. you felt the one part of him you'd never felt or seen before, the part he always hid when you would accidentally walk in on him changing, tge part you would imagine touching - feeling - when the lakeside memories surfaced, and it pulled another moan from deep in your chest.

you felt him beneath you. he was hardening fast, thickening fast, and you moved to feel him again.

you moaned in tandem. luke breathed out your name, breaking the kiss.

"we should stop." you shook your head. you didn't want to stop. luke groaned in agreement.

"we-" he moved you again and contradicted his own words, you could feel him more now and it made you want him so much you could barely breathe. you moved from his lips, if he insisted on talking you should at least give him the space to do so, and moved to his neck instead. he groaned again. "we should really stop."

you broke away from his adams apple to crane your head back and look at him, mainly to see if he was serious but partly to just look at him. you enjoyed just looking at him. he didn't seem that serious.

"you really wanna stop?" you trail a hand from the back of his neck to front of him, tracing his clavicle with your fingertips and placing your hand on his chest. you didn't break eye contact with him. he just stared at you, his eyes looking a little drowsy, and nodded. you didn't believe him. "okay.

you went to lift off his lap, pushing on his chest for leverage, but his hands still in your back pockets made it hard for you to move from him.

luke pulled you back to him just as your toes touched the step below you. "don't move." he kissed you again.

you hands dug once again into the cloth of his shirt, and pulled you even further into him. luke broke the kiss again. "please don't move." he was almost begging now as he began to kiss down your throat - pleading words of "please stay" and "gods you're so good, just stay" in-between kisses to your neck and shoulders and face and lips and everywhere but where you wanted him at that moment, were making you feel dizzy with the sweet praise tumbling from lukes lips and the sinful feeling of him against you.

in the back of your mind you were thinking of the cabins, of where you could find a bed to continue this, of where luke could lay you down and use his mouth on you in more ways. but the forefront of your mind was full of luke himself. he was almost too much, the heat making things so much worse. so much more hyper-aware of every touch.

one hand had just snaked from behind you, just unzipped your shorts, fingers had just began to dip into the front of them over your underwear, when you heard voices.

you both stilled and looked at one another, you thought maybe you'd heard wrong.

you hadn't. you started to hear the distinct voices of campers coming toward the amphitheatre. "fuck." luke said, sounding what you thought was disappointed, though his hand remained so close.

"fuck." you agreed as the voices came closer.

"we should move now," luke whispered like he would be heard if he talked at full volume. "definitely."

"yeah." you breathed back.

neither of you moved.

his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again, and you felt yourself doing the same. he kissed you again as he removed his hand from your shorts and pulled the zipper back up, cupping your crotch when it reached the top and making you groan. you moved against him in retaliation.

you felt his cock pulse underneath you and luke moaned. loud and clear in the summer sun, and finally - reluctantly - pushed you gently off him.

you left his lap with ease and stood over him, for probably the first time in four years you towered over him, your hands still resting on his shoulders.

he looked up at you with wide shining eyes, his hair dishevelled and knotted, his hands on your hips. the voices got closer. luke stood.

he towered over you now, and looked down at you with an intensity that made you look away from his eyes. "hey," he said softly. "are you okay?"

you nodded, still not being able to look him in the eyes and staring instead at his camp beads. "you sure?"

you nodded again and mustered the courage to look at him properly. he looked concerned. you were fine, you felt more than fine, you felt alive. you could feel your heartbeat still hammering away in your chest, the hot air still making your hair stick to the back of your neck, your shorts feeling warmer than before. you felt like you were vibrating.

footsteps and voices had now reached the amphitheatre, it sounded like the ares cabin - you could hear clarisse arguing away with one of her brothers.

you smiled at luke, "I'm sure." and just to prove your point, you craned your neck and pulled luke down by his shoulders, kissing him quickly before pulling away again. you turned from him in a blink, and began marching your way up the steps to the top of the amphitheatre.

when you reached three steps above luke, you could see what was definitely the ares cabin venturing down the steps clad in armour with swords, spears, bows, and more weapons strapped to them. you turned back to luke - who was still stood there, looking slightly shell shocked - "are you coming or not?"

luke began to scramble up to you, tripping a little on his way. "shit!" he swore quickly. he looked at you and smiled sheepishly. you just laughed.

you both made your way back to camp, walking side by side and chatting as if nothing happened, deciding to go your separate ways with a promise to meet up for dinner.

you decided to shower, having been too warm for too long, and told luke in passing. "can I join?" he asked jokingly, beaming down at you with stars in his eyes.

you hit his chest with enough force to knock him backwards a little. "no!" you laughed. "you cannot join, you pervert!"

luke laughed too and caught his balance. "I'll just go back and be lonely then. It's fine." he turned to go to the hermes cabin. you knew he wouldn't be lonely. no one in the hermes cabin was ever lonely, there was too many of them in there.

"good." you said with a smile and disappeared into the apollo cabin.

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when someone asks you what your favorite romance novel is and you say one of the classics like pride & prejudice but you know in your heart of hearts that it's the entirety of percabeth's love story throughout the percy jackson series