#THANK YOU SUNNY FOR THIS IDEA

[wellfine]

Stolen

[too-deviant]

jackie and wilson.

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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 6.2k

content: very juicy chapter. is all im gonnna say.

notes: i cant stay mad at my otps i fear

PART IV — better yet, she wouldn’t care 

“If I have to hear one more handjob joke, I’m gonna lose it. So please tell me you have good news.” 

Lee Fletcher’s dark blue eyes flitted up to yours, his lashes tickling just under his eyebrow when he did. His hands were fiddling with the bandage that wrapped around your hand, but they slowed when you spoke, “Bare with me, newbie.”

You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to fall back onto the cot that you were sitting on — you’d had the stupid bandage wrapped around your hand and wrist for what felt like eternity, but was really only five days. You should be thankful, really, since the last time you’d broken your wrist you’d been walking around with a thick blue cast on for a month, but you couldn’t help but be a little peeved. Capture the flag was today, and you hadn’t trained nearly as much as the others had due to your injury — when you probably should’ve been training twice as much, only because you were new and unfamiliar with the game. 

It was their fault for hyping it up; if they had just shut up about it, you wouldn’t have been as excited about taking part, broken wrist or not. But alas, demigods were barbarians — barbarians who thirsted to beat each other up in a controlled battle. Barbarians who didn’t have any regard for the new camper when they were climbing all over each other to see the freshly posted team setup, and trampled all over their perfectly good wrist. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing right in front of the notice board.” Luke had been saying all week. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to accompany you there, then.” You replied every time. 

Lee narrowed his gaze, flipping your hand around carefully in his, kneading at curtain parts of your skin while checking you for reactions. When you showcased nothing but annoyance at your own shit luck, he leaned back with a cheeky smile, “Well, it’s looking good. I don’t think you need this anymore.” 

He lifted up the knot of bandage he’d removed from your hand and threw it with perfect precision into the trash can on the other side of the room, before turning and grinning at you. You couldn’t help but grin back, “You’re the best.” 

“I’m told.” He shrugged, feigning a humble demeanour. You stood, and he did so with you, looking at you pointedly, “But you should still take it easy today. It’s your first game, and you’ve been here for a week. Nobody is gonna judge you for stepping back today.” 

You scoffed, rolling your newly healed wrist around with a small smile, “I’m not stepping back for shit, Fletcher. I’m beating the hell out of Chris Rodriguez.”

“He’s on your team.” 

“I don’t care.” You rebutted. Lee rolled his eyes, but ultimately let you off with a wave. “See you later!” 

The past five days had been fairly tame. When the team setup was posted on Sunday afternoon, everyone went immediately into prep mode for the game. You knew they took it seriously, but you didn’t realise how seriously they did until you found yourself being pulled out of your sleeping bag at five in the morning so you could get a headstart on training with Luke. Although you didn’t see the relevance — after you’d broken your wrist, the boy hadn’t even let you look at a spear, so you woke up at the asscrack of dawn to…sit around and watch him train. 

Thankfully, Hermes had paired up with Ares for once, and Clarisse wasn’t letting you off easily. Whenever she could, she was dragging you to the arena and teaching you how to fight one-handed. So you were more than ready, skipping down the infirmary steps with an easy smile. 

“I think I see you here more than I see you anywhere else.” 

You paused, looking up and spotting Evan, leaning gently on the porch railing. You rounded the steps and stopped in front of him, “Hey. I’ve only been here twice.”

“In…” He checked his imaginary watch, “One week. That’s gotta be a record.”

You narrowed your eyes jokingly, “Okay. I’m still learning, leave me alone.” 

“We’ll see how much you’ve learnt later today.” He quipped, running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, “Good luck.” 

“Thanks.” You slid out, sarcasm evident in your tone. He laughed, and you smiled, rolling your eyes. 

“Come on, clumsy. Let’s get to training.” He began to walk off, and you followed, presumably to where the Hermes team were gathering for last minute preparations. 

For this game, they’d paired up with Ares and Athena, Apollo taking lead for the blue team with Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Red team also had Demeter, and the boys of cabin twelve were on the blue team. It seemed like a pretty good split; or at least you thought it was, judging by the reactions of everyone when they read the pamphlet. You might have been reading it wrong, though. After all, you were crying out in pain and cradling a shattered wrist when it happened. 

Athena was always a good cabin to pair up with, was what Evie had told you when she was taking your measurements for armour. You presumed so, goddess of war and all. But you were a little wary about the Cabin Ten girls — Aphrodite was also a warrior goddess, after all. 

Evan led you around the back of the pegasi stables and through a mudded path. The only reason you hadn’t taken off running in fear that he was leading you to your imminent death was because the wood nymphs were out and about, milling around like bodyguards. They eyed you up at first, but a few of them recognised you from your impromptu baseball session with Luke last week and told them to back off. 

“Here she is, the woman of the hour!” Clarisse exclaimed when she saw you break through the trees. A few people glanced back and smiled at you politely, a sentiment you returned as Evan led you to the front of the crowd where she stood. 

Luke was beside her, and only nodded at you. You nodded back, a glimmer in your eyes that made his hands twitch. 

“Okay, now that our whole team is in attendance, we can begin.” The Ares girl said, conviction prominent in her voice. She was made to lead, that much was obvious. “You all know the deal. I won’t repeat it, not with the blue team so close by, but…” She sent a meaningful look around the whole crew, “You know where to go. We’ve been practising this, and in a couple of hours it’ll be time to bring home yet another win.”

“It’s pretty much all in the cards for us.” Luke cropped himself into the speech, “Cabin Nine have their special machinery but we’ve got wit, power and numbers. We’ll be fine.” 

“Speaking of cabin nine.” Clarisse hopped down from the wooden crate she was standing on, “I grabbed this from them just before the teams went up. Had to make sure they didn’t sabotage it.”

She pulled a long spear out from behind some other boxes, and let it shimmer in the light. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from it. Despite it being made from celestial bronze, the forger had clearly done something to make it shine a mesmerising silver. You could see your reflection in it as it glistened under the sun. It was double ended and if you squinted, you could see tiny spikes coiling around the first ten or so inches of each end. The shaft was smooth and engraved with something you could only make out when she walked over and handed it to you. 

“Wait.” You took it out of instinct, weighing it in both hands but giving a shocked look to Clarisse, “This is mine?” 

“You’re damn right.” She smirked, “Jake was having a field day making that thing, couldn’t stop talking about it. Especially when he added these,” She poked one of the spikes that coiled around the shaft and rubbed the tips of her fingers together with a wince, “They’re lethal. You’ll be unbeatable out there with this thing.” 

“Cool.” You gave it an experimental swing, and everyone in your vicinity took a long step back. You shrugged, smiling anyway, “Whoops.” 

You felt very powerful with your new weapon, and now that you had it in your hands, you could marvel at the engravings. They were images, battles fought — a lot of them recognisable. There was Perseus killing Phineus and Polydectes with Medusa’s head, Heracles and the Nemean Lion. There was even an engraving of Tantalus stealing the ambrosia and nectar from Olympus, for some reason. You’d have to ask Jake about that later. 

“We have two hours until we need to gather at the pavilion, so we won’t bore you with details.” A young girl who you’d seen around camp before stood up and addressed the crowd. She was very little, but she exuded authority even at her young age. “But if I see you lazing around, I’ll put my dagger through your foot.”

There was a chorus of nods and murmured agreement, so the little girl stepped back and nodded at Luke, who told them all to go get ready. The crowd dispersed, but you stayed firmly put as the boy made his way over to you, the little girl following behind him. 

“Sunny.” He tried not to smile, but you saw his lips twitch. He gestured to the girl beside him, “This is my little sister Annabeth. Newly appointed Counselor of Athena.”

You raised a brow, impressed, before looking down at the girl with a smile, “Hey, Annabeth.” You introduced yourself, trying not to show her how kind of scared you were for her to not like you. 

Luckily she nodded, “Hi. You better be good with that spear.”

“I’d like to think I am.” You joked. She didn’t laugh, simply telling Luke she was going to brainstorm and left you both alone in the clearing you’d been gathered in. You raised your brows at him, “I think she gets her stoic indifference from you.” 

He cracked a smile then, grabbing your spear from you and weighing it in his own hands, “Yeah. She’s a firecracker.” He looked at you firmly, “Think you’ll be good for this game? It’s not too late to back out.”

You snatched the weapon right back from him, rubbing his finger prints from the shaft with your sleeve and sending him a half-glare, “You just want an excuse to use this instead of me. I’m fine, JoJo.”

He raised a single brow, “Fine. But if you end up back in the infirmary, I’m not gonna kiss your wounds better.”

You smirked, backing away and pointing your free finger at him daringly, “You wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

He laughed, hand on heart, “Right.” 

You were quick to retreat to the Arena where you knew Clarisse was waiting for you. A good chance to break in the new armoury and swing a spear around that wasn’t made of styrofoam or rotten wood. You caught yourself a good sweat in an hour and a half, and Clarisse was covered in bloody dots from those spikes. Even if you were injured, they still didn’t stand a chance against those. It was a comforting thought. 

You would’ve practised the whole time had it not started raining — something that confused you greatly since the camp had a controlled climate. Clarisse just rolled her eyes, though, claiming that Chiron was upping the dramatics for the game. You were unsure that the centaur could just…make it rain, but you went along with it. You’d only been a demigod for a week after all. 

Not wanting to be completely soaked by the time the game started, you retreated back to the Hermes cabin, shortening your spear down with a click and tucking it into your belt loop before you sat down. You were still on the floor, still next to the six year-old who almost always rolled on top of you in the night — you had now perfected your rollover technique to get him off you without waking him up. 

You were re-lacing your combat boots when two shadows loomed over either side of you. Without so much as a glance away from your foot, you said plainly, “Stolls. What do you want?”

A twin pair of scoffs sounded and you just rolled your eyes. The one on the left spoke first, and you thought it might have been Travis, “Bold to assume we want anything.” 

“I mean, we do.” Connor added from your right, and the indisputable sound of a hard slap came right after. “Ow! Asshole.”

“Cut to it.” You moved onto your other shoe now that the left one was wound tight. You were always pretty speedy at tying laces, a fairly random skill but a skill nonetheless. 

“Well…” Connor started. 

“Luke put us on second offence.” Travis continued. 

“But we sorta hate doing second offence.” 

“Yeah, it’s way too much work.”

Connor leaned over your shoulder so his stupid grin was visible in your peripheral vision, “And we heard that you are on side offence. Which has a much lower maiming risk.”

“So you wanna swap spots?” You deducted, looking up from your feet and giving them a blank glance. They nodded, and you sighed, “Ok, first of all, there’s two of you and one of me. You’ll have to find someone else to swap with too.”

“Already done.” Travis nodded, “Sabine loves second offence.”

“Second of all,” You sent them firm looks, “Luke isn’t going to let you change the layout right before the game. Neither is Clarisse and neither is Annabeth.”

“Which is why we aren’t telling them.” Connor said like it was obvious, holding out his hands like he’d presented you with the best idea ever conjured, “Luke and Clarisse are on first offence and Annabeth is on last defence, right by the flag. No one will know.”

“Plus,” Travis sang, wiggling his eyebrows, “This is a perfect opportunity to prove to everyone how badass you are.”

“Yeah, Luke’s had you on a leash since you hurt your wrist.” Connor raised a teasing brow, “Why not show him what you’re made of?” 

You looked between them, and the silence that stretched seemed to serve as an answer because they were smirking at you and pushing themselves up and out of the door before you could utter a word. 

The rain hadn’t settled — Chiron and his dramatics, although it appeared Mr D wasn’t too much of a fan. God or not, he still got wet with the rest of them. You stood between Luke and Clarisse, the former shielding both your heads with his black jacket — Annabeth ended up squeezing between the two of you when she couldn’t keep up with her I’m too good to hide from the rain facade. You took it as a win, she was warming up to you! 

“Welcome to our first capture the flag of the summer!” Chiron bellowed, pausing for the cheers that resounded. “The usual rules are enforced. Magic weapons are permitted, the flag must be prominently presented with no more than two guards no less than ten yards from the flag! No killing or maiming, and no gagging or bounding of prisoners. Let the games begin!” 

There was a loud echo of cheers and battle cries as the first conch sounded — they only had twenty minutes to get into position and then they would be permitted to cross the creek into enemy territory. Annabeth was quick to gather up the flag guards and send them off to their agreed location with nothing but a sharp eye before she was pulling together the defensive lines and sending them off too.

“Hey.” Just before you could walk off, Luke grabbed your attention, levelling his eyes with yours as best as he could from under his helmet. He adjusted yours and patted your shoulders, “You got this, Sunny.”

You nodded, “Damn right I do.” 

It was hard to navigate the woods in the rain, which was still pouring almost torrentially over them. The forest floor had grown slippery and wet with the new downpour, but the campers traipsed through it roughly, boots squelching as they moved. You followed the side defence through mud and grass, dodging branches and puddles until you couldn’t hear the chatter of Luke and Clarisse from behind you. Then you stopped, and just ahead of you, Sabine did the same. 

It wasn’t long before Connor and Travis were pushing through the trees and greeting the pair of you with wide grins. Sabine rolled her eyes, “Shove off, punks.”

Then she was storming in the direction they came from, and you had no choice but to follow. It was hard to keep up with her long strides, but whenever you lost her in the fog you just followed the sound of her annoyed mutters. 

“Stupid kids. Can’t be trusted on last offence let alone second. It’s not fair. I punch one kid for cheating and Luke sends me to side defence. Side! Stupid punk has been out of it for too long, needs a reality check.”

You didn’t bother responding — whether you were going to agree or come to Luke’s defence, you had no idea. You just followed her to the edge where the second offence was lined up just past the edge of the shore. Evie and Evan gave you the same confused look. 

“Those Stoll fuckers wanted an easy out.” Sabine spat, pushing a stray curl back under her helmet and heaving her giant club over her shoulder. 

The twins didn’t question or fight the decision, simply shrugging and going back to where they were tracing their own tic tac toe game into the wet sand. You stood idly, hands fiddling with your belt buckle before the second conch sounded. Almost immediately did the first and side offences cross the creek and disappear into the woods, while you pulled your spear from the ground and followed the twins and Sabine across the water moments after they were gone. 

Then it was a waiting game. 

“Fuck Apollo, Marry Athena and Kill Hermes.” 

Evie scoffed, shaking her head, “No. No way. Athena would be way controlling as a wife, you gotta bag Apollo.” 

Sabine hummed, “No. I think Athena and I would be unstoppable together.”

You looked up from your shoes and between the three that stood before you. It had been two hours and the most action you had was seeing one of your own teammates get flung right back over the creek by some cabin nine contraption that you were not too keen on meeting. Your spear rested across the back of your shoulders, your arms swung around the shaft at either side as you contemplated your own answer. 

“No, see —“ You huffed, “I couldn’t marry Athena, but only because she conjures babies with her brain. I could never win an argument, I know that for sure.”

“But we all agree on killing Hermes, right?” Evan butted in with a laugh that was immediately shared by the rest of them. He settled down and squinted for a moment, “Ok. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Iris, Nemesis and…Hypnos.” 

There was immediate discourse, everyone speaking up at once with their own opinions. Sabine thought Hypnos would be a terrible lay — He’d fall asleep halfway through! — but Iris would be overbearing as a wife. Evie said Nemesis would be the best wife, she’d never let anyone hurt you, and you were just about to add on that Iris could let you eavesdrop on other people’s conversations whenever you were bored when a loud crack echoed through the trees. 

Then it was quiet. You all shared silent looks, baring your weapons and facing the enemy side. 

Another crack, a snap of a twig. Then a crash, like something being dropped onto a pile of leaves. 

A scream, and a manic son of Aphrodite breaking through the trees and aiming a large Kopis at Evan, who was quick to defend with his dual wielding swords. His teammates followed, and the rest of you jumped into action — you were only slightly panicked when you realised your opponent was a Hephaestus kid who was nearly double your height. 

You’d seen him around sometimes, he was only a year or so younger than you. Same age as Clarisse, and definitely the same level of skill in battle. What made him even scarier was that he fought with nunchucks…fucking nunchucks! And he was good with them, too. 

But you had been taught well. You were quick to defend your body and use both ends of your spear to deflect each nunchuck from making contact. At one point, he clipped your arm pretty hard, and that was when you realised they were ribbed along the edges making for a harder hit. You bounced back though, swinging every which way and not letting him touch you again. 

Briefly, you could hear your peers’ own battles. There weren’t any shouts of pain, or cries for help, so you put all your focus on the boy before you. He had a height advantage, and swung his weapon down on you fairly often, which left your torso open when you held your spear over your head. But your reflexes were like lightning, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t land that second hit. 

Fuelled by his own frustration, he lunged forward and tried to wrap the chain of his chucks around the shaft of your spear. He attempted to no avail a couple of times, but then he clicked a button on one of the shafts and released a crackle of energy along it. You were shocked momentarily by the reveal of his electric nunchucks that you faltered in your defence and he managed to wrangle your weapon in his own on the third try. You pulled back hard, trying to regain control and prevent his disarm, but he just pressed that damn button again and this time the volts ran through his chain and up the entire length of your spear. 

The crack that resounded was huge. Too huge to have come from those tiny nunchucks.  

Where you were expecting a sudden and painful shock through your hand and arms you instead felt a massive give. You stumbled back, shocked, but regained your footing before you could fall onto the wet ground. Your spear was in your hands, and the nunchucks were still wrapped tightly around the middle. You looked up from them to see their owner crumbled in a heap on the ground, nursing his painfully red hands while the rainfall soaked his clothes even more. 

You’d completely forgotten you weren’t alone until one of his teammates dropped their shield and ran to his aid. You looked up, expecting to meet the dumbstruck eyes of Evie and Evan, only to see their gazes fixed elsewhere. You turned your head. 

There in the grass was a giant streak of black, stretching along the shore for nearly five metres. It took a second for you to realise that it was embers — the ground had been burnt completely from where you stood to where it ended. And standing just before it was Luke and Clarisse — the blue team's flag in hand. They weren’t moving, they were staring at the burn in the floor, at you.

Your chin wobbled a little until the echo of the other team reached your ears. You looked at the pair urgently, “Move!”

And they did. Even when the blue team kids you’d been fighting  before tried to stop them, they were held back and Luke and Clarisse led your team to an easy victory. 

They cheered, and the conch sounded. Chiron emerged through the wood and smiled at them in congratulations — the whole spark debacle was nearly forgotten, campers too busy either cheering or groaning to notice the burn streak on the floor. Chiron did, though, and soon though the short lived celebration quieted down as he asked about it. 

Eyes turned to you. You shrugged, “I don’t…I don’t know what happened, it just —“

But then there were gasps. All around you. And suddenly Chiron wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the space above your head. And then so was everyone else. 

When you looked up, squinting past the rain, and your eyes fixated on that glowing lighting bolt that floated above your head, the world went quiet. A week of hearing everything about the glory of being claimed — how at ease you would be, how reassured you would end up. None of it was true. Because for some reason, the symbol that hung above your head sent nothing but trepidation running through you. 

You almost missed Chiron's next words,  

“Zeus. Law Maker. Striker of Lightning. King of Olympus. All hail.” He shouted your name, but it didn’t feel right in your ears, “Daughter of the Sky God.”

When you couldn’t stand the sight of it — when it started to make you feel sick, when the picturesque summer camp you were finally finding yourself in started to feel tight and uncomfortable, you looked down. Everyone was kneeling, eyes on the ground. It was comforting that they weren’t staring at you anymore, but when you searched the crowd for those baby brows that held you down, they were fixated firmly on the mud. 

After your claiming, Chiron dismissed everyone sharply. They left, all talk about the capture the flag win long left behind and replaced by canards about you and your family. Your lineage. You were very prepared to stand frozen on the other side of the creek for the rest of the day but the centaur ushered you into his office in the big house just as the rain stopped. 

The next hour was a muffled blur. You felt as if you had just been plunged underwater and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears — you vaguely registered Chiron and Mr. D asking you a load of questions about your childhood and whether there were any signs of your parentage along the way. You couldn’t answer that. 

They Iris-Messaged your mother — who was in her office and jumped up startled when the call came through. You might have been in a hazy funk, but you could tell the surprise on her face when Chiron informed her of your claiming was genuine. She’d had no idea. That, out of all things, angered you the most. 

“This new information will have caused quite a stir in Olympus.” Was one of the last things he said, “But you should be fine, since you’re seventeen.”

“Why does me being seventeen mean anything?” 

Zeus’ Cabin was subpar to say the least. Alright if you’re only going in there to worship the guy, not so alright if you’re planning on living there. There weren’t any beds, but there were alcoves lining the walls that you tucked your sleeping bag into so you didn’t have to look at the giant statue of Zeus that stood at the end of the room. For good measure, you chucked a spare blanket over its head — he could smite you for it, you didn’t really care anymore. 

You zoned back into reality when a knock sounded on your door, and you realised it was nightfall. Dinner time. You stood from your perch on one of the many benches that sat in the room — you thought they’d have better use in the pavilion, where Hermes kids were practically falling off the benches there were so little of them — and headed over to the huge double doors, heaving one open and breathing deep at the workout it took just to see who was at the door. 

It was Evie, and for some reason that made a pit of disappointment form in your gut. You sent her a weak smile nonetheless, “Hi.”

She smiled back, full of pity, “Hey. Just thought I’d come check on you, we haven’t seen you in hours.”

“I didn’t like them staring at me.” You said plainly, stepping out into the open air. The rain had stopped now, the sky clear, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, I get that.” Was her heartfelt reply. You felt bad for being so plain with her, but there was really only one person you wanted to see, “But, um, it’s dinner right about now. Wanna…come with?”

You didn’t really wanna, but you were starving and almost certain that nobody would be bringing you any food, so you shrugged, “Sure.” 

The large door shut on its own when you stepped away from it, and Evie jumped at the sound. You folded your arms and walked alongside her in silence until you were forced to part at the pavilion. She tried to say something — maybe a goodbye, a good luck. Maybe a we can’t be friends anymore because you’re forbidden. You didn’t stick around to check, walking over to the empty Zeus table where you unfortunately belonged. 

You filled your plate, hungry from the workout of capture the flag and exhaustion from the day, but your appetite was ruined when you saw Luke walk in and avoid your eyes completely in favour of sitting at his usual spot at the Hermes table. You hadn’t seen him all day, he hadn’t seen you, and yet here he was; ignoring your existence like he used to. It sort of hurt. 

So you dropped your fork, leaned your elbows on the untouched wood and stared at nothing. Only hours earlier were you at the top of your game, happy and ready to use your skills in capture the flag, show your friends what you could do. Now? You were completely alone, completely miserable, and completely ready to go back to Vermont. 

You wanted nothing more than to climb into your bed and cry. 

People started to stand. Heading in the direction of the campfire that you were definitely going to skip. Some Hermes kids stood, Luke included, and started a slow stroll down there too, past your table and down the hill. Chris was talking animatedly to his friends on either side of him, but Luke didn’t look very happy with whatever it was he was saying. Before you could build up the courage to call out for him, beg him to look you in the eyes and still stay your friend, he was shoving Chris roughly, the boy falling into your table with a grunt. 

“What the hell, man?” He sneered, brushing himself off. Luke just glared. He scoffed, “You’ve changed, bro. And not for the better.”

Then he was walking off in a huff, and his friends were following him. Luke met your eyes for half a second before storming off in the opposite direction — and with the influence of the tug on your heart, you followed. 

He was halfway to the Hermes cabin when you caught him, and you were thrown back to the time he got into that…thing with Dean from Ares and you chased him all the way up the hill. This time, it was down, and you were a lot less out of breath when you reached out and tugged on his elbow. 

He turned to you, “What?”

You paused, hand falling to your side. You swallowed, shrugged, “I…uh…”

Luke tightened his jaw, eyes flicking above your head like if he looked at you any longer his facade would break. He took in a deep breath and met your gaze once more, “Go to the campfire.”

“What —?”

“Go to the campfire.” He was backing away, “Entertain your fans, give out autographs. Conjure some more lighting. I don’t know. Do something, but don’t do it here.” 

You weren’t having that. Your gaze hardened, “Hey. You’re not allowed to say that to me after you ignored me all day.”

“I —“ He went for a rebuttal, but came up short, licking his lips in frustration. “You disappeared.”

“I was in the Big House, being interrogated.” You explained, annoyance clear in your tone, “I would’ve liked it if my best friend was waiting for me when I got out but unfortunately he decided he hated me like everyone else and I had to cry alone in my cabin.” 

He paused then, taking slow steps back towards you and meeting your saddened gaze. His brows furrowed, “I’m your best friend?” 

You cracked a tiny smile, “Of course you are, idiot.” 

His nod was barely there, but you saw it. You also saw his smile, small like yours and gone in a flash. “I don’t hate you.” He said, “I don’t care that Zeus is your dad. It’s just…”

“He forgot about me.” 

“What?”

You shrugged, folding your arms. There, standing in the middle of the cabins and staring at Luke Castellan, you admitted out loud what you’d been avoiding since you left the Big House, “Zeus. He forgot about me. That's why I never got attacked by monsters, because my deadbeat father was so busy turning his kid into a tree that he forgot he had another one.” 

Even under the tears brimming in your lids and through the lump on your throat, you saw Luke flinch. A minute movement, but you caught it like you caught all of his other details. The freckle on his eyebrow, the scar on his forehead that other people missed because they were too busy staring at his big one. The flinch when you brought up the tree. Thalia Grace, is what Chiron had called her. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” He said in a low murmur. “Thalia was a friend of mine and Annabeth’s. Brought back some rough memories.” 

“Oh.” You breathed, “Oh, gods. I’m so sorry.” 

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his torso before you could think about it. Big bad Luke definitely didn’t like hugs, but there you were; hugging him and staining his camp shirt with your salty tears. You couldn’t help it — you were so full of emotions that a single hug that he hadn't even reciprocated was bringing you to tears. 

Then he hugged you back, and you started bawling. 

Bawling like a baby into his chest while he stood there and held you. Crying about your dad who forgot about you, your sister who died while you lived a happy life, your nonexistent purpose in life because you were over sixteen now and there was nothing for you. Maybe being a forbidden kid was enough, but not really. You weren’t forbidden enough for them, apparently. 

“Sorry for shoving Chris.” He spoke into your hair. You pulled your head back enough to meet his eyes, “He was saying shit about you and Thalia and it pissed me off. I know that you want me to be better, happier or whatever, and I am trying but…”

“I don’t care.”

His lips shut with a smack, “What?”

You let out a sad chuckle, “Be miserable. I don’t care, I like you for who you are. Plus, I get it. Y’know? This isn’t the happiest life.” 

Luke looked at you with an expression so genuine and heavy that it sort of scared you, but you let it burn you. You’d let him burn you forever more. Then he let out a breath, tinged with relief, and relaxed his forehead onto your own. You stayed like that, heads pressed together and arms wrapped around one another, until footsteps bled into your ears. 

You pulled away from each other and spotted Annabeth, who was making her way over very quickly, trudging through the grass that was still wet from earlier. 

“Anna Banana.” Luke squinted, his new way of smiling, “What are ya’ doing over here?”

The girl stopped between the two of you and ignored her brother in favour of looking at you, “So, you’re Zeus’ kid.”

“Yup.”

“I knew your sister. She was my sister, too, for a bit.” She said, and you thought it sounded sad, but the girl hid her emotions well. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged — it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Zeus’. You sent her a kind smile. 

She returned it, glancing at Luke then, “Don’t call me that.” 

He chucked, patting her on the head and yanking on one of her braids. She huffed and smacked his hand away, but smiled nonetheless. Then she looked back at you, “You were good with that spear today. Maybe Athena could pair up with Zeus for the next game.”

“Maybe they could.” You nodded. 

She nodded back, before announcing her departure and heading off. You looked at Luke with a proud grin, “She likes me.” 

He smiled fully, amused, “She does.”

“You like me.”

A little sheepish, “I do.”

“So who cares if daddy dearest doesn’t?” You settled on, tilting your head, “We got each other.” 

Luke nodded, and you admired the way he looked. He was handsome, that you knew, but he seemed particularly beautiful under the moon, alone with you.

🏷️ @katherines-imagines @lovingjasontoddmakemewanttocry @jennapancake @cobaltskiez @loveryoushouldcomeoverr @m00ng4z3r @ma1dita @woodlandwrites @tsireyasgf @theo-notts-doll @iammightsadyall @fennecswife @csifandom @evilwrongdoer @blueberryjune @dancing-inasnowglobe @acidaciruela @solshaven @rosieandthethorns @sofiacblair @obxstiles @lukecastellanirl (comment to be removed/added!) (also sorry if some of these didn’t work idk what’s going on)

[ashipiko]

teehee

[omori-in-odd-places]

[sunandflame]

Ok hear me out....

Rengoku

But all he says is Umai

I know and read that some people might find it cringe when he shouts his Umai, but gosh I actually fell in love with him with his first umai shout, so I am totally digging this 😂

So let's create following scenario:

What if Umai is the only word in his vocabulary? (don’t think too logically here and just imagine a crazy blood demon art, alright?)

Imagine then the different tones he would say it. Not him shouting it like we know, but the different vocal nuances. When he has a question and goes: “Umai?”

Or if he gets angry and is all broody, his voice grumbling in that deep timber. “Umai…!”

Or when he hears you giggling because his soft kisses tickled you and he also chuckles out his “Umai”

Or when suddenly his kisses travel down your body, making you whimper, and whispering at each lick and kiss a soft and seductive “Umai~”

crossposted on AO3

[sunnyyangie]

OKAYYY I JUST HAD THE DIRTIEST SCENARIO IN MY MIND AND I CANNOT KEEP IT TO MYSELF I NEED TO SHARE IT SOMEWHERE sooo briefly... sex in a sauna with theo AND record it ???? idk there's something about being all sweaty that I find very hot 😮‍💨😮‍💨 like you go there to relax and after a few minutes of loving convos and caresses you take out ur phone to take pics and videos with him and then you place the phone on top of something so it doesn't fall off while trying to take a full body selfie (taking advantage of the fact that you're wearing a pretty bikini) BUT you don't notice you're recording instead, then the things start to heat up and between kisses and fondling you forget about everything and just let yourselves be driven by desire, it's not until after a while that you realize you're actually recording a sex session with your bf but you're both so immersed into it and so blinded by the pleasure that you can't stop and just keep going abdlnrksmrbsrjsj #sendmetoatherapistasap

THIS IS SO HOT WHAT THE HELL.. i love ur mind

more nsfw content under the cut pls 18+ only!!

starting with actually enjoying the heat from the sauna and trying to relax, just giving each other massages. hearing eachothers hums of appreciation. the way he would talk about how good you look, the new and cute bikini very flattering on you, making you realize you wanna take pictures.

setting your phone up, unknowingly pressing the record button (or even doing it on purpose so then you can later you can just screenshot your fav moments), as you and taeyang pose and act cute together.

once you sit in his lap and he starts to get handsy, you both forget about the phone propped up as you turn to face him as taeyang starts nipping at your neck, even pressing his tongue against your skin, lapping at the thin layer of sweat from the heat.

feeling his bulge grow from beneath the towel around his waist. lifting yourself off of him to unwrap it, revealing his hard member. taeyang would help you pull your panties to the side as you grab him and slowly sink down on him.

he would unhook your bra as you slowly start to ride him. panting heavily, body to body, sweat mixing together as your bare skin rubs against his. his grip on your waist helping you speed up, as you both begin to reach your highs fairly easily.

your hands on his shoulder and the back of his neck to tug at his hair. sloppy makeouts, moaning in the others mouth. soft praises that become more consistent as his thrusts upward become quicker.

you and taeyang would cum at the same time. one last hard thrust setting you two alight. catching your breath, your lift off of him. you both watch as your combined essence falls onto his softening cock.

cleaning yourselves up with a spare towel and deciding it was too hot now, you turn around to grab your phone and gasp, noticing the numbers on the timer going up.

even though taeyang tends to get shy on camera, he would still love rewatching this video when he’s away during tour alone in his hotel room. seeing the way your ass claps and hearing your soft moans, a few streams of sweat falling down your back. taeyang wouldn’t mind recording more videos with you.

[smimon]

okay i know you probably have enough drawing ideas for giant k but i just had this idea invade me.

you know how in snow white (not just the disney version) she pushes together the beds and sleeps on like 3 or more of them sideways? anyway giant k sleeping on 3 beds pushed together. and now i'm just picturing giant k as snow white and everyone else as the various dwarves

Ohoho big brain!!! 👀👀👀 Big brain. I love this idea so much and not just because Snow White is my favourite fairy tale hdjsbdbdfh

Thank you!!! Of course I have to draw it and not just once, let's make it into a comic! Let's gooo

Giant K series #16: once upon a time, in a land far, far away...

To be continued 😉

[stupidtwinkmac]

[glambots]

So, I've been thinking of the "Sun and Freddy don't exactly Get Along" thing and:

Imagine that one day you get pulled off your "Daycare Duties" (or whatever you usually do that keeps you around the DCA for most of your shift, be it as a guard or assistant or anything similar), to help out the band for most of the day. Freddy walks you back at the end of your shift, thanking you for assisting them all with your hard work.

You, of course, are super flattered that The Frederick Fazbear is complimenting you and are going through the normal, "Wow! A minor celebrity is talking to me!" buzz that most of the workers tend to go through when first getting to know Freddy, and you're giggling and smiling and waving bye when he turns to leave when you notice Freddy stop and just get this Look on his face as his eyes slowly drift up behind you.

You slowly turn, as this huge shadow drapes over you from behind the Daycare's glass window pane, to see Sunny just Silently Looming.

Arms hanging by his sides, body hunched, head slightly lowered and tilted at an odd angle, and eye-lights burning with what you can swear is downright murderous intent.

It's. Terrifying.

[denimpera]

astrum

a/n: for @cirrus-ghoulette, as a prompt fill from this list. thank you to bun for beta-ing, as well! this takes place in their infirmary dew HC, which i adore.

relationship: none / dew/cumulus if you squint

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

summary: cumulus puts some washi tape on dew's new IV.

word count: 1k

rating: G

“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.”

Cumulus finishes stacking the bandaids in Dew's first aid kit and crosses her arms, giving the smaller ghoul a stern look.

He crosses his arms in reply and pouts, giving his hand and IV a break from the constant picking and scratching he's been doing since it was put in that morning. Cumulus sighs, closing the lid on the kit and placing it back into the small bag on the back of dew's wheelchair. She knows the constant dismissal must be getting on his nerves, but Dew has a reputation for pulling out his IVs.

“Look,” She starts, reaching into the box that was beside the first aid kit on the overbed table, pulling out a roll of brightly coloured washi tape. “How about we put some tape on it? Would that help?”

Dew lets his gaze drift from the pale curtains to the tape, face softening a fraction. Dew knows that she knows the tape is a soft spot for him, it always has been. It's usually applied by an overeager Stratus in her flurry of placing stickers onto every available inch of Dew's skin, stars and hearts on his knuckles with a pastel fruit design meticulously taped over the white and clear of the IV's own tape.

‘Lus grins and wiggles the tape between her fingers, cocking her brow, offering a playful tilt to her head as dew stares at the tape and hesitates. Her smile softens, and she makes a show of digging through the box again, humming and sticking her tongue between her teeth in faux-concentration before pulling out an almost empty roll of tape. It's a gradient of deep red to wine purple with white constellations, patterned with stars and moons. It's Dew's favourite, evidently, gifted to him by Swiss almost a year ago.

Swiss had presented it with an uncharacteristic shyness, tongue pressed to his cheek as Dew's eyes lit up and he started crying. Swiss, the loveable idiot, had immediately assumed he hated it and had made to take it back with frantic anxiety, the scent of sulphur stinging Dew's nose as he cried and clinged to the tape; assuring Swiss he loved it, cherished it, those were happy tears.

It's his go-to tape for when he feels too overwhelmed in his own skin, wants the tubes and needles and drips to disappear. It reminds him that he's not alone, he has a mate and a pack and a Papa that love him and will always love him.

Dew smiles when he sees it, huffing a sigh purely for show and sits up from his slump against the back of his bed. ‘Lus smiles at him so serenely that he has to avert his eyes to his own fidgeting hands, twisting wrinkles into the blanket. Cumulus pulls over one of the bedside visiting chairs, waiting for Dew to hold his hand out so she can get started on the tape.

He does, folding his other arm across his middle as ‘Lus measures out the lengths she'll need. He leans down a little as Cumulus rips each length of tape, wanting to see as much as he can without getting his head in the way. He holds still as she places the tape, corners overlapping, covering up the edges of the clear tape already stuck to Dew's hand. He tries not to flinch when ‘Lus runs a finger over the lengths of tape, making sure they're stuck down without any air bubbles. He tries not to think about how bony and cold his hand is, how uncomfortable Cumulus must be when she has to touch him.

She smooths down the last piece of tape before pressing a kiss to the back of Dew's hand, over his knuckles. Dew curls into himself.

“There we go,” ‘Lus pats the back of his hand gently, admiring her work. “All done!” She smiles, setting her hands in her lap.

Dew nods and swallows, lifting his hand to observe the curve of the patterned tape over the railway-like bones in the back of his hand. He smiles at it softly, tracing over the tape and flicking his eyes up to Cumulus. “Thank you, Lulu.”

‘Lus beams at him, all teeth and dimples as she holds her hands to her chest. “Of course, dewbug. Do you feel any better?”

Dew nods softly, turning on his side to face Cumulus.

“Yeah, tons.” he says earnestly, pulling his knees and hands to his chest along with the blanket; pulling it under his chin. Cumulus reaches up a hand to tuck a piece of Dew's hair behind his ear, still grinning at him, her love for him evident in her warm gaze. Dew's unable to shove down a yawn, it sneaking up on him before he can even think about it. He gives an apologetic, halfhearted laugh at the look of surprise on Cumulus' face before she smiles at him sweetly.

She stands, tucking the blanket up further around Dew as he squints up at her. She pats down the blanket, leaning down to press a kiss to Dew's forehead. He closes his eyes, breathing in her sweet lavender and honey scent, opening his eyes again when she cups his cheek with a warm hand. “Get some sleep, Dew.”

“But-”

“Uh, no buts.” She tuts, “Sleep. Omega will be here in a few hours to give you your feed, take a nap, Dew.”

Dew sighs, letting his head lean heavily into the pillow. He pouts, but closes his eyes again. Lus gives him another kiss, patting his cheek twice before flitting about the room to gather up her yarn, needles and sticker sheets. He opens his eyes when he hears the door open, met with the sight of Cumulus softly smiling at him while she adjusts her shoulder bag. “Love you, honeydew. Sleep well.”

“Love you, Lulu.” He slurs, closing his eyes.

He waits until the door has closed to tuck his head under the blanket, watching his bony finger drag slowly over the tape adorning his even bonier hand until he nods off, woken up hours later by Omega for his night feed.

[undead-potatoes]

Honestly so fucking funny to me how God!Gale just goes "fuck them mortals, pull yourself up by your bootstraps" after being a god for all but 5 minutes, like who could have foreseen this turn of events

[royjamierot]

I couldn’t be more interested in ur fight club/sunny thoughts if u have any more please share

okay so in my original post i didn't exactly share a lot about the "club" aspect of it mainly because i mean this to be more of a thing between the three guys, but i think there is a way to incorporate the club part of it. i think that maybe they feel this sort of ritual between them is sacred, and when one of them (maybe dennis?) starts doing it with someone else it loses something, or feels different.

i think it feels akin to cheating for them,, like i genuinely think this is the closest thing any of them had had to a real relationship at this point (this takes place during s2 in my head). i think that they beat the shit out of each other just so they can feel each other's hands on one another without it being gay. that way at the end of it mac can cup charlies face and wipe blood off of it, or charlie can run his hands through dennis' hair and fix it so he looks presentable again. they are so deprived of touch and so desperate for one another that it comes out in the only way they know how: violence. they can allow themselves to be gentle after the fact, almost like it's aftercare, but it's not gay because they're just helping a friend out after a fight. even though their touch is so much more tender than friends would ever be in this situation. it's all light touches and shaky hands and bruises and blood, and it pulls them closer each week. this ritual they engage in makes them so vulnerable to each other, and it feels so freeing for them. they can let go of most of their repression while keeping the one thing that matters most to them at that point, the sanctity of their "straight" identity. i think it really drives home how bad their relationship with their emotions are, because they all are because they'd rather be hurt over and over again just to feel a little bit of gentle touch than admit that's something they want. i think there are blood stains on the bar basement floor and i think there are scars on their bodies and they're all from good memories because regardless how much they hurt each other each one of them knows separately that the person who gave them the scars loves them. the all know the fighting is more than just an excuse to get emotions out, but no one says anything for a while, because it might break the tentative security they've set up with each other, and it might ruin the nicest thing any of them have ever had.

(im aware that this is not really the metaphor in fight club but in my head fight club is a metaphor for gay sex)

[wherefore-whinnies]

Well well, look who we have here. If it isn't Miss Eifie Wherefore-Whinnies herself. Did you really think I wouldn't figure out who was behind that little trick Constance has been nagging me about?

Well, you thought wrong. And as much as I dislike having Constance von Nuvelle chatting my ear off, I don't take kindly to threats against my friends.

Now, while I did tell Constance that I'd rat out whoever was behind this, I'm sure you have a good reason for what you did, yeah? My personal guess is that you have some kind of money-making scheme going, and that you're looking for competent people to help you get there.

Well, I'm not unreasonable - and even I can make mistakes. For the right compensation, I might just have to return to Constance empty-handed. A pity for her, but I'm sure she'll get over it as soon as she finds a new "opportunity".

What do you say? I'm pretty sure Constance has lofty - and no doubt unconventional - ideas about how to make best use of your skills. Are you willing to take a chance on her good intentions, or would you rather get in with the Savage Mockingbird?

Hypothetically, of course.

Oh, my... to think I am such a far cry from my other self that even my dear Yuri would not recognize me...

Please, forgive my impertinence in thinking one so exalted as Sara would deign speak to a lowly being such as I...

I will pay for my transgressions in whatever way you see fit. Surely even you can find a chore mundane enough for one of my poor standing... I will even lick clean your boots, should you desire that of me, dear Yuri.

Though of course I do not deserve such joys, it pleases me to know that I could serve you in some menial way.

[astros-arts-inthestars]

I wanted to draw the Faraway Gang opposite of how they usually are! Like the way they act!

So Aubrey is usually angry and sloof, so I made her happy! Sunny is usually neutral and cliff faced so I made him smile! Basil is usually kind and soft so I made him teasing! Here they are!

And now the negative opposites! Kel is always happy so he gets to be SAD. Hero is always calm and level-headed, so he gets to be a lil pissed (by that I mean a LOT). And Mari is the positive head strong mom of the group so I made her sad <3 No drawing these totally didn't hurt my soul wdym? QwQ

Inspired by an amazing artist @dreamu-ani saying we should draw Sunny smiling more <3 It's true! But then it had to be balanced by pain.

I also drew them with a corresponding emotion stat because I can <3

[cjsees]

Is there any more interesting things you can tell us about the sniper OC you posted a while back?

OH ABSOLUTELY I CAN

for those who didn't see him when I posted him previously: this is alistair "sunny" sunshine, my red sniper oc! he's a disgraced former pop star singer and idol who has turned to mercenary work after a massive scandal in his star life (caused by his own team's spy, actually, although he only learned this some time after joining the team). he's a charmer and he knows it; he loves being the centre of attention, which is his main downfall on the field, since while he's an excellent shot, he tends to accidentally give his position away purely because his enemies can track him down based off of the sound of his snappy post-kill one-liners. he's a heartthrob and a romantic and a shameless flirt, but as much as he loves getting people to fall for him, he gets a little confused when anyone flips the script on him. he swings between being silly and shallow at his most comedic-

-and being nasty and vindictive and spiteful at his most serious.

fun facts:

he has a mallen streak in his hair; however, the term "mallen streak" is anachronistic by only five years (his story is set in 1968, while the term was invented in 1973). also, nobody knows whether it's natural or if he bleaches it in himself

his hair is naturally curly! he uses copious amounts of hairspray and gel to keep it slicked back like that (under the cut)

he's hard of hearing from all the Guns so he wears custom hearing aids designed by his team's engineer and is fluent in ASL

he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would be good at focusing (and he's usually not) but

his father is a movie star (sunny got quite a lot of his initial fame out of nepotism) and his mother is head editor of a fashion magazine

a solid 70% of stuff he does is driven by spite he's SO spiteful. if you even Vaguely insinuate there's something he can't do he'll immediately try to do it just to prove you wrong (however he is kind of a loser and will probably fail unless it has something to do with one of his two talents)

he has an uncanny ability to tell when he's being watched! this mostly stems from either being on stage (where people are watching him) or being in a sniper's nest (where he's watching others, so he knows what it feels like)

he is totally for sure and definitely not crushing on his team's engineer (with whom he holds dance lessons) not at all no sir. not in the slightest. he's not even dealing badly with it don't worry about it

other doodles and drawings under the cut (he is shirtless in some of them because he. he is like that)

[tommo-draws]

Gossip by Måneskin has me in a chokehold. And Emo Wally from @clownsuu also has a chokehold on me.

And apparently, only took me an hour to make? Thought I spent longer on this.