#unfortunately for him Luke woke up before he did

[jacaeryswifee]

i think i'm in love with you

ꕥ luke castellan x afab!reader

warnings: descriptions of wounds + blood, allusions to sex but no actual smut, shitty writing (i havent wrote a fanfic in multiple years), not proofread cuz im way too lazy, (y/n) isn't used at all in this idk i almost like reading fanfic better without it

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to strange noises. you find luke outside, with a deep wound in his side. you take him to the lake to take care of him. unfortunately for you, luke's in a teasing mood.

word count: 2.7k

You awoke suddenly to strange noises. Soft groans fell through the walls of your cabin. At first, you assumed it to be something you should be careful not to walk in on. But, as your head cleared up more as you fully woke up, it sounded more like someone who was in pain. 

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you slowly pulled the covers off of your body and stepped into a pair of soft slippers. You carefully weaved through the various beds in the dark towards the door. The groans continued, rendering you more concerned and nervous. You quietly eased the door open, wincing at every squeak it made. You peeked your head outside, searching for the source of the noise.

Through squinted eyes, your attention eventually landed on a certain Hermes boy laid down in the grass. Luke. You quickly shut the door, completely forgetting about keeping quiet, and tip-toe ran across the grass towards the boy. You and Luke had been friends for quite a while. You arrived at camp a month or so after him, and he was the most welcoming one there. While you remained unclaimed in the Hermes cabin for a few months, it didn’t really hurt as much while you were with Luke. He was the perfect distraction and a great friend, although you had begun to wish for something more.

“Luke!” You whisper yelled, causing him to practically jump a foot off the ground. Looking towards the startling voice, he realized it was you. He quickly sat up, his hand placed on his chest as he tried his best to calm his suddenly erratic breathing.

“Oh, thank gods, it’s just you,” he laughed breathlessly, suddenly wincing and placing his hand on his side. His flushed face turned down toward his wound before he threw his head back again, hissing in pain.

“What happened?!” You exclaimed in a panic, running to close the last piece of distance between you both. You quickly fell to your knees next to him, trying to get a good look at whatever was hidden underneath his hand. He attempted to laugh it off but immediately winced and groaned. His hand remained on his side, hiding whatever had happened. “Luke I’ve gotta see..” you tried.

“I’m fine,” he responded, dismissively. He gave you a tightlipped smile in an attempt to reassure you. It did quite the opposite. You reached your hand to pull his away from his side.

“You’re not fine Luke-” His free hand grasped your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving yours any closer to his wound. You stayed silent and unstill, unsure of the situation. In your moment of stillness, your eyes raked over his hand wrapped tightly around yours. The veins in his hand and forearm looked so perfect, especially under the soft moonlight. You wondered what his hand would look like wrapped around your-

“Hey!” Luke snapped his fingers in front of your face, trying to regain your attention.

“Huh?” You responded, clueless and still in a daze, your eyes stuck on his hand around yours. You could have sworn you saw a sly smirk adorn his face from the corner of your eye but you brushed it off. You were tired, you were probably just seeing things. You snapped out of your trance, looking back at his face, confused about everything. “Luke, you’ve gotta let me help you-”

“Princess, I-”

“I have no idea what you did or what happened to you, but I’m worried and you’re being so confusing right now..” You trailed off, avoiding his eyes for a moment. Princess. You hated (loved) when he used that nickname for you. It gave you hope that he could ever feel the same way about you. You heard Luke sigh.

“Okay, I just got in a bit of a fight with an Ares kid.. he pulled a knife on me, got me in the side.. I was clumsy, made a mistake,” he removed his hand from your wrist, prompting you to reconnect your eye contact. “I’m fine and I’ll be more careful next time.” He smiled, trying to dismiss your worries yet again.

“Can you show me?” You asked tentatively. He looked at you and nodded. You noticed that same smirk from earlier, only softer and more hidden. Maybe you hadn’t been imagining things. You watched his hand reach down to the hem of his shirt. Oh shit. You had not thought about that. You internally facepalmed. You were so fucked. His fingers wrapped around the bottom seam of his shirt as he pulled it up about halfway. Your eyes immediately darted to his wound. A seemingly deep gash ran from about the bottom of his ribs to the top of his pelvis. Blood trickled along his already blood covered skin. Oh it looked bad. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit. 

As you examined the bloody gash, your eyes had other ideas. Your gaze slowly moved on to take in his toned abdomen. He had nice abs, prominent, but not so much like those crazy American bodybuilders. They gave you the creeps. His were just the perfect shape, size, and.. everything about him was perfect. While his side was doused in his own blood, the rest of his abdomen was covered in scattered beads of sweat. He looked good. Like really good. Luke’s sharp intake of breath broke you out of your trance. You quickly cleared your throat, hoping he hadn’t noticed you had been examining the rest of his body instead of his injury. 

“I’d ask if you like what you see but.. I’m in a bit of a predicament currently.” Luke chuckled, referring to the bloody gash. Your face flushed red. Shit, he noticed. You fumbled over your words, trying to form a coherent sentence. He watched you, amused, but still very evidently in pain. You abruptly stood up, offering Luke your hand.

“You got a kit or something I can use?” You asked as you carefully pulled him to his feet. His arm landed to rest over your shoulders. You felt the breath leave your body. He was so close. His body heat radiated heavily onto your already heated body. You hoped he couldn’t feel how hot you are, or how loud and hard your heart was beating. His quiet groan brought you back to your senses.

“Yeah I’ve got a kit hidden in the trees near the beach.” He finally answered. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Why.. there?” You asked, genuinely confused. Luke looked down at you as if you should have already known.

“For times like these.” He replied, as if it were obvious. You just shrugged and let him slowly lead you to the beach. The trek through the grass proved a lot more difficult than you had expected. Random bumps and holes in the dirt caused you both to almost fall multiple times.

“Here,” Luke spoke and pointed a few feet in front of you. You nodded and slowly lowered him to the ground, leaning him against the tree. Your hands rummaged and dug through the dirt in search of Luke’s medical kit. Your fingernail eventually scratched along a hard, plastic surface. You dug your hands further into the dirt to pull the case out of the ground.

“I got it!” You sighed in relief. Your hands were becoming increasingly tired from all of the digging. You sat next to Luke, opening the latches of the small box. He smiled at you, watching your every move, completely mesmerized by you. You grabbed the small bottle of rubbing alcohol and popped it open. You opened your mouth to speak, looking up at Luke, only to find him already looking back at you. You quickly looked away, your face flushing a deep crimson. You took a deep breath before allowing yourself to actually speak.

“I’m gonna need you to hold your shirt up above the cut, if you’re comfortable.” You looked back up at Luke, nervously waiting for his response. You shouldn’t have been that nervous, you were just tending to his wound, nothing else. But still, the idea of asking him to lift up his shirt and reveal his really nice abdomen embarrassed you a lot.

“Yeah of course.” He replied in a suddenly husky, low voice. It caught you off guard, causing even more heat to rush to your cheeks.. and to the spot between your legs. He grasped the hem of his orange shirt and pulled it up, revealing the wound again.

“Okay.. this is gonna hurt, but I’ve gotta clean it out somehow.” You warned, slowly starting to pour the rubbing alcohol over the cut. Luke nodded in acknowledgement, hissing immediately as the strong liquid hit his skin. You hadn’t really treated all too many wounds in your lifetime, let alone a cut as deep and bloody as this one. You hoped you were doing it right and you weren’t making it worse. Luke’s harsh groans and hisses weren’t aiding your stressed mind. Throughout the few minutes you spent drenching his side in rubbing alcohol, you noticed him drop his shirt a few times, muttering apologies, saying his hands were having trouble keeping it up. You brushed it off each and every time it happened. 

Once you finally deemed it enough rubbing alcohol, you moved away from his abdomen, grabbing the cap of the bottle. Your shaky hands tried closing the bottle but to no avail. You were stressed and embarrassed, and your entire body was shaking way too much. Luke’s warm hands grasped yours.

“Hey,” He whispered, grabbing your attention. You looked up at him. “I’ve got it.” He smiled at you, and carefully took the bottle from your palms to close it himself. You whispered your thanks under your breath, so quiet, you almost couldn’t hear it yourself. You reached back into the medical kit to pull out a cloth and an antiseptic wipe. You placed your hand on Luke’s cheek. Red slowly started to creep up his neck and into his cheeks, unbeknownst to you.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna wet the cloth.” You told him, smiling and standing up. 

“You’re too good to me.” Luke said, in that low voice, again. You turned quickly to hide your blush, making your way to the shore, as quick as you could. You dipped the cloth in the cold water and rung it out. You jogged back to Luke at the tree, dropping back onto your knees next to him. You lightly dabbed the cloth around his cut, trying to pick up and clean up the blood all over him. You did your best to avoid pressing into the actual cut, but failed a few times. Luke tried his best to keep his cool, but you could see how much he was hurting. You felt awful. 

Occasionally, Luke would let the hem of his shirt slip out of his hands, obscuring your cleaning abilities. He would apologize profusely, telling you he had no idea why it kept happening. When you would shrug and go back to cleaning the blood, a smug smile would pull at his lips. You were so clueless.

You continued to clean the excess blood off of Luke’s body. His shirt would drop every couple minutes. He would apologize, and you would get back to work. This went on for a little over ten minutes.

You placed the cloth at your side, actually proud of what you had got done so far. You had managed to clean up the majority of the blood from his cut, and it was looking a lot better now. All that was left for now was to wrap it up and then send him for Ambrosia to finish the healing process. 

As you grabbed the roll of bandage from the box, you watched Luke drop his shirt yet again. He sighed dramatically and threw his hands up in defeat.

“I just can’t keep my shirt up. Guess I’m just gonna have to take the whole thing off.” He sighed and grabbed the hem, pulling it up and over his head. You were practically drooling as you watched. The way his muscles flexed when he ripped his shirt off.. it was so.. hot. You could now see his entire toned abdomen, and his chest. Your face was surely beet red at this point. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

You had no idea in your trance, but Luke was watching the way you looked at him, a smug smile adorning his perfect face. He loved the way you reacted to his body. He thought you were the cutest thing. It was fun to see you all flustered like this. Eventually, by some miracle you were able to pull your eyes away from Luke’s body to focus on bandaging him up. You hastily unraveled the thin cloth, trying to ignore the burning feeling of Luke’s eyes on you, watching your every move. 

You leaned over his body, trying to reach to start the wrapping. It turned out to be really difficult, as you could barely reach. You sat back and sat there for a moment, trying to clear your head and figure out your next plan of action.

“I’m not sure how I’m gonna..” You admitted quietly, embarrassed. Luke looked up at you with a very clear and obvious smirk on his face. This worried you. You had no idea what he was planning, and you did not want to make a fool of yourself. 

To your immense surprise, Luke’s hands grabbed onto your hips and lifted you off the ground, making you squeal. He sat you down on his lap, in a straddle position. You were so close. Too close. The embarrassingly warm area between your legs sat right over his. You prayed and prayed he couldn’t feel it. You would never live it down.

“That’ll do it.” Luke smiled and pat your thigh encouragingly, causing you to let out a sharp squeak. You gulped and tried to focus on the bandage again. Your shaky hands brought the edge of the bandage to his back as you wrapped it around his torso, multiple times over. You wrapped it tight, but not too tight as to suffocate Luke.

Although, at that point it wouldn’t have mattered. Luke was completely focused on making you a flustered mess. The intense pain he was in was in the very back of his mind. He could barely feel it at this point. He was having way too much fun with you.

After the most painfully long two minutes of your life, you had finally finished wrapping Luke up. You let out a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling a weight drop off of your shoulders. You had never felt so stressed and embarrassed in your life. You hoped your work would hold up well and you had done it right.

Luke’s arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you in even closer. His nose brushed against yours as he looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Thanks for your help,” he whispered in his gravelly voice. He leaned in even closer. “Means a lot.” He mumbled, almost against your lips. Your heart rate was through the roof. He was so close. So close you could kiss him. You could feel his breath mingling with yours. The warmth between your legs only continued to grow now. Luke chuckled lowly, watching the thoughts flow through your mind.

Luke moved his lips ever closer to yours. Dropping to a deep whisper, he spoke again. “I think.. I’m in love with you..” His lips moved slowly to capture yours. Your eyes widened, before you closed them, easing into his kiss. 

Your lips moved in perfect unison, as if made for eachother. Your hands moved to grip his dark curls. You softly pulled, feeling him moan into your mouth. Luke pulled away, moving his lips to your neck. Nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He was sure to leave many marks on your delicate skin.

“I-” You were cut off by your own moans as Luke’s hands moved to rest on your breasts while his kisses along your neck became harsher. He slowly pulled away from your neck, keeping his hands on your chest.

“What were you gonna say, baby?”

“I.. love you as well.” You replied, breathless. Luke smirked, crashing his lips into yours again.

[honeysmoonn]

just the sweetest thought of drawing on luke’s back…

warnings: use of y/n once, barley any dialogue, flufffff

a/n: oh lord… this was meant to be very short but i got carried away😭i hope to improve my writing skills in the near future! pls lmk how you feel abt this and pls pls sent requests!!!

sneaking out past curfew was against camp rules, everyone knew this. but luke was a counselor, couldn’t he get a free pass to see his girlfriend? you and him thought yes. there were countless nights the two of you had either snuck out to sit by the lake or venture to each others cabin for the night just to have to sneak out early the next morning.

of course, all this sneaking around had its moments of regret. once you had comfortably situated yourself beside luke when a kid woke up claiming she had a headache. in the dim lighting of the cabin at night all she could see was the unfamiliar silhouette of a woman in luke’s bed. she let out a scream, calling for luke, claiming there was a “scary lady” in his bed only to find luke laying next to said scary lady. the two of you tried your best to keep her from waking the others, but it was too late. the once calm hermes cabin was bustling with fearful campers. you were quick to jump out of the bed and assured everyone that you were not there to hurt them, the girl raised an eyebrow at you.

it was unfortunate, but you and luke were forced to reveal your secret to the hermes children. on the bright side, neither of you had to worry about someone seeing you now.

tonight, you drug you slippered feet over the dirt path leading to the hermes cabin wearing a sweatshirt that wasn’t your own snd that smelt like campfire smoke and wood. it was a size too big for your frame, but like has left it over in your cabin too many times to be an accident so you decided to keep it.

everyone was already sleeping, everyone but luke. he sat on his bed impatiently waiting for you to show up. it had become second nature to the two of you, and luke could barley lay down without the comfort of you beside him. his ears had become ultra sensitive to any sounds, waiting to hear the familiar gentle knock on the window closest to his bed; yet the only noise was the soft snoring or the rustling of bedsheets from the other hermes children sleeping soundly.

his hands found their way to a battered and bruised notebook sitting on his bedside table. you, apollos daughter, the artist, had left your notebook in luke’s room once again. to you, it was a simple and annoying show of your own forgetfulness. but to luke it was so much more. at lunch in the mess hall you would often sketch, but you didn’t let anyone see it. to be honest, luke did really want to see what you were up to all this time but he respected your decision for privacy. but this, your notebook in his room meant (at least to him) that you trusted him. and that’s what mattered most to him.

a short and simple sound of three knocks on the glass window made luke immediately jump up. your figure stood outside the window and his face got red and hot upon seeing his big hoodie over your body. his hands move almost like clockwork as they unlock the window and slide it up, taking a moment to look down at you. you smiling up at him, you who already knows what he’s about to say.

“the doors unlocked, y’know.” he says in a hushed tone as his hand reached out to you. “always is for you.”

you smiled up at him, taking his and in yours. “i know,” once inside luke didn’t waste anytime before pulling you into his strong and comfortable embrace.

“i missed you.” he mumbled into your hair, pressing ghosts of kisses against your skin. his delicate hands expertly traveled down your body to rest on your waist. “i’m literally like, crazy for you, girl.” in between his words like couldn’t stop pressing kisses to your forehead as he pulled you down to the mattress.

a muffled groan came from only one bunk down, causing you to stifle your breaths. luke’s love struck eyes looked up at you as he situated himself on top of the thin sheets. “i’m crazy for you, too.” you pressed a kiss onto the space where his skin and think shirt met, a silent gesture that luke immediately followed up to, peeling the material from his body.

even after months of dating luke still fell victim to the way your eyes graced his body. he felt as if he was one of the gods the children at camp worshipped from the way you kissed all the right spots and told him all the right things. son of theives, and yet you were still the one who stole his heart.

luke went to lay on his stomach, the way he always did with you. but instead of you under him, he frowned when you didn’t lay next to him. “baby,” he whined in a sleepy voice and you felt your heart flutter.

“you trust me, right?” you fingers gently traces the muscles around his shoulders. truth be told, luke trusted you with his life. if the world was crumbling to the ground you would be the one luke would run to. the stars could fall from the sky at any moment and luke would grab them and give them to you. if he had the power, he would make you a goddess. he trusted you to be a better immortal than any of them ever had.

he nodded. “of course, always.”

you hummed a soft response. luke wanted to stay awake, he wanted to see what you had in store for him, but with sleep threatening to plague his mind and the comforting feeling of you sitting on his back was enough to knock him out for the night.

there was no such thing as sleeping in while living in the hermes cabin, so luke rose as the sun did. not to his surprise, you had slipped out the door before he could kiss you good night.

if it weren’t for chirons glares or the endless jokes from the hermes kids and your half-siblings, you would spend every night with luke, really.

and yet this morning luke woke up to the right side of his bed empty and a post it note stuck to his forehead. the yellow paper read: “you fell asleep before i left, see you tomorrow xoxo” reading it made luke feel weak with admiration, he carefully folded up the paper and slid it into his pillowcase.

sun shone through the tallest tree tops down onto camp half blood as the early risers began to scatter themselves across camp, participating in multiple activities. the weekend were always dullers, yet far more calm then the usual routine of the regular week. one of the preferred activities for some of the older campers was the occasional weekend getaway to the lake. there was a secluded lake clearing just a small walk off from the path, hidden deep in the woods; but the older ones liked to take their own days off, basking in the sand or wading in the cool water.

today, both you and luke had been invited by clarisse to spend the day together at the clearing. you obviously agreed, and you spent the whole morning packing a day backpack for yourself and luke, filled with water bottles and snacks and towels, not forgetting luke’s favorite bikini of yours wore under your camp shirt and cutoff denim shorts.

just before the clock struck 9am, luke found himself waiting for you to finish doing your hair before heading out for the day. “i dunno,” you continued you rambling to your boyfriend as he admired you through the mirror. “maybe sword fighting isn’t for everyone. especially not me, i mean, archery i can do. hand to hand, yeah sure. but sword fighting.” after making sure your hair was suitable for swimming and sitting in the sun all day you turned to luke, who looked at you as if you had just graced him with the blessing of the sun.

“i think your good.” he shrugged, picking up your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, his hand locking with yours out of instinct as you began to walk.

you shoved his shoulder playfully. “you’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.” he sent you a grin back.

the walk to the clearing was peaceful. birds singing to each other while butterflies told secrets to the flowers. as you got closer you could already hear the joyful sound of your friends laughing and already playing in the water.

walking out of the forest onto the rocky ground you and luke were immediately greeted by chris, dean, and clarisse with smiles and laughter. while you hugged your friends hello luke took the liberty of taking your light yellow beach towel and lay it out for you for later. of course, he knew you better than you knew yourself, and he knew that right after you exited the cool and refreshing water your body would shiver and he would be the one to wrap you in his arms to warm you up.

leaving your tee shirt and shorts of the rocks you patiently waited for luke to do the same. he made a silly face then shed the layer of cloth covering his chest.

much to his surprise, chris and dean burst out into laughter. luke’s brow furrowed. “what?” he looked to you for reassurance, and you just smiled.

“i think you got a little something on your back, luke.” chris snickered while clarisse shoved him roughly, that shut him up. luke craned his neck, trying to see what was on him.

you grabbed his shoulders and turned his back to you. his skin was tan from the summer sun, but on top of that was an array of doodles and drawings that covered him from his shoulders to lower back. his muscled back was now delicately traced over with by flowers and stars. the sun and moon kissing each other good night. in your mind it had been you and luke.

luckily, your friend blair came equipped with her own digital camera. “oh! y/n, luke, smile!” she exclaimed. you smiled at the camera with a hand on luke’s shoulder, his back was to the camera but the tattoos decorating his skin were radiant in the sunlight leaking through the trees. it hadn’t been your intention to draw on luke’s back, but once you started you couldn’t stop, artistic mind letting all your emotions fade onto luke’s shoulders and spine. you drew you and him as flowers, as trees, as stars. there was always an invisible string tying the two of you together throughout every universe, every life time.

blair was convincing enough to have chiron to let her print the photos from that day at the clearing. she gifted you and luke the best photo of you posing next to your art, luke’s hand in yours and you grinned happily. after spending another night in luke’s bed, you left the photo on his nightstand.

he hung the photo on his wall next to his pillow to remind him of not only how talented you were, but how much you loved him, to be able to grace him with your talent.

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Delicate

Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: "Is it chill that you're in my head? / Cause I know that it’s delicate"

Warnings: Angst, death, major series spoilers for people who haven't finished the books

Word Count: 2.1k

Masterlist

Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep / Are you ever dreaming of me?

Luke could admit to himself he wanted his best friend. He had for a long time. In fact everyone could see it, except for her. She seemed blissfully unaware of any feelings Luke had to the point that it made him nervous she was doing it on purpose. But if he couldn’t have her, he’d take the next best thing of being her friend. As long as she was in his life.

It was supposed to be bonfire night but Luke and Y/M had snuck off to the beach. They lay next to each other, staring up at the stars. Well, she was looking up at the stars, Luke was looking at her. They talked for hours about nothing until she finally dozed off.

Given the strict rules about curfew, Luke hardly ever got to see his best friend’s peaceful expression as she slept. Her face relaxed, unburdened by the perils of being a demigod. And as the two oldest at camp, they had a lot of perils.

Luke reached out, stroking her hair. That elicited a content sigh from her and he wondered if she was aware it was him. He wondered if she thought about or dreamed about him nearly as much as he did her. He had an ever present fantasy of absolutely sweeping her off her feet in a moment of glory. One of his favorites was after he won capture the flag, he’d march right up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and just kiss her.

But of course that would never happen so he kept it stashed in the back of his mind.

He let her sleep for a few more minutes before he finally woke her up. “Hey, you gotta get up or the harpies will get us,” he laughed softly, shaking her awake.

She groaned but opened her eyes nonetheless.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes / I pretend you're mine all the damn time

Her eyes. Luke could probably get lost in them forever. He didn’t even need to watch the stars. He’d much rather watch the reflection of them in her eyes.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined by one of the Athena boys. “Oh, hey Luke. Um, I just came to find Y/N. Chiron said late curfew starts in five minutes.”

“Really?” she asked, sitting up. “How long was I asleep?”

Luke felt his face get hot. He actually had no idea, he had completely lost track of time while watching her. “Uh not long. I just didn’t want to wake you,” he tried to play it off smoothly.

She gave him a soft smile, her hand finding his knee. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to waste your night.”

“No, no, no,” he quickly corrected. “You’re never a waste of time.”

“So um,” the Athena boy cut in awkwardly. “You want me to walk you to your cabin, Y/N? It’s right across from mine.”

Luke felt a surge of possessiveness. This guy clearly liked her. But before she could answer, Luke did it for her. “We’ll head over in a few minutes but thanks,” he tried to dismiss him.

The boy looked discouraged but tried to play it off. “Oh- uh ok.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Y/N offered, feeling bad for him. He immediately brightened with a smile before retreating back to his cabin.

Luke hated that she always seemed to leave the door open for other guys. They had had numerous conversations about the boys that liked her so he knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She just felt bad outright rejecting them so her sugar coating often came across as a signal to try harder. He just wished he could make it clear to them she was taken. Of course, she wasn’t his (yet).

Once Luke was sure he was out of earshot, he brought the topic up again. “He likes you.”

“No he doesn’t,” she immediately dismissed.

“Yes he does, and you trying to make him feel better about rejecting him doesn’t make it any better.”

“I didn’t reject him, you did.”

“Because I know you don’t like him.”

“Who says I don’t like him?” she shrugged.

Luke’s heart stopped. He had been playing defense so well for so long now that it hadn’t even occurred to him that she could like someone else. “What?”

She just shrugged again. “Who’s to say I don’t like him? You chased him away before I could get a word in.”

“D-do you like him?” Luke’s heart was pounding in his chest.

“No, but I’m just saying-”

“Gods, Y/N!” Luke interrupted in relief. “Don’t scare me like that.”

A satisfied look crossed over her face. “Why is that scary?”

He sent her a playful glare. “You know.”

“Tell me,” she pressed.

Is it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head?

Luke’s heart was pounding in his chest. She had basically already confirmed she was into him but the fear still lingered in his chest. He just had to say the words and he’d have his fantasy. She’d be his.

“I like you, Y/N. I have for a long time. I was just always scared you’d… I don’t know, reject me. Or think I was being stupid. But I like you.” Luke looked at her nervously, unsure of what she’d say. His heart was still pounding even when she leaned over and kissed him. As she tried to pull away for air, Luke’s hands found their way to her face, keeping her close. “I’m not done yet,” he mumbled against her lips, eliciting a giggle.

Long night with your hands up in my hair / Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

That night Luke really didn’t want to leave her but Y/N wasn’t willing to break the rules just yet. He had spent the entire walk back to the cabins trying to convince her to sneak into the Hermes cabin. “Please, I swear no one will snitch on you.”

She laughed, intertwining her fingers into his. “Well what about my siblings when they see I’m not in bed? What will the children think?” By now they reached Cabin 7.

“The children can think whatever they want,” Luke smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was late but several campers were still awake. Word of the couple would spread like wildfire and by the morning, even Chiron would know about the new couple.

But spending every night separately wouldn’t last for long. Y/N normally spent the evenings in the Hermes cabin where they had somehow managed to smuggle many forbidden things in. Like video games and junk food. And every night when the conch blew, signaling that curfew was soon, Luke begged her to stay. “Come on, no one will tell. Will you?” he asked his siblings.

That received a resounding “No!” swearing they’d keep our secret. She looked around the room, her resolve crumbling after weeks of this. “Fine,” she agreed. So many cheers erupted you’d think she just agreed to marry him. “But!” she waited for them to quiet down, “I’m still a counselor and I have to make sure everyone else is in bed.” Luke pouted but let her go nonetheless, promising to drag her back to Cabin 11 if she didn’t come back.

So after putting all the younger kids to bed, Y/N snuck back to Cabin 11. She found it dark but made her way to Luke’s bed. As she reached it, Luke could recognize the outline of her created by the moonlight. “Finally, I was just about to come break down your door.”

“Ha ha,” she laughed sarcastically. “Scoot over,” Luke obliged, sliding against the wall to create room. She slipped under the covers, settling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly, his face buried in her hair.

“‘M glad you’re staying,” he mumbled. “Feel like it’s easier to fall asleep when you’re with me.” He didn’t say it out loud but he liked having the assurance that she was safe in his arms as they slept.

“Me too,” she mused, her eyes already closed. “But I’ll say you kidnapped me if we get caught.”

“Okay,” Luke chucked. “You can blame me.”

My reputation's never been worse, so / You must like me for me

But those nights were gone now. Luke made his choice but so did she.

“Isn’t it messed up how the gods neglect their kids?” Luke asked as casually as possible, staring out at sea, his fingers tracing the dock.

“Yeah,” she mused. “Can you imagine being an omnipotent, immortal being but you can’t even take the time to tell your kid they belong to you? I mean, Apollo’s been pretty good about it but the others…?”

The pressure in Luke’s chest lessened as she more or less agreed with him. “Or how they treat us as disposable puppets? Like pawns?” He watched her face carefully as she considered it.

“What do you mean?”

Here we go. Luke began chipping at any remaining loyalty she had to the gods. “Well think about it. Thalia? Her godly parents could have saved her. Every demigod who died? Their parent could have saved them. My quest was a joke. All Hermes wanted me to do was repeat one of Heracles’ labors.”

She looked deep in thought. “I guess but why are you asking me about this?”

He took a deep breath before lacing his fingers in hers. “I’ve been uh… talking to someone.” She didn’t say anything but her furrowed brow urged him to continue. “I’ve been told that things don’t have to be the way they are. We don’t have to wait around until we’re killed. The Titan Lord could restore-”

“Shut up right now!” her frightened voice cut him off. She pulled her legs out of the water, shifting her sitting position to face him directly. “Luke! What- how- why are you doing this? So what if you can’t rely on the gods? You certainly can’t trust Kronos anymore.”

He gently grasped her hands. “Y/N, he promised every demigod that joins him immortality and safety. We wouldn’t have to cower in a summer camp with children who most likely won’t make it to their 18th birthdays. Please, come with me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.” That broke his heart. “Luke, I love you. I really do. But I can’t let you go down this path.”

Through his internal struggle with Kronos, Luke could see Y/N staring at him, pain in her eyes. He gripped Annabeth’s knife tightly, saying a silent goodbye to everyone he loved and a curse to Kronos. “I love you,” he tried to say to her but it came out strained. The blade sunk into his only vulnerable spot under his arm—his Achilles heel.

“No!” he heard her yell. But he was already on the ground, beginning to lose consciousness at the fatal blow. But Y/N was kneeling over him, tears leaving tracks on her dirty face. “No, no, no,” she mumbled. “Why, Luke?” she practically screamed in frustration.

He reached up, wiping her tears and some dirt from her face. “Do you still love me? After everything I did?”

“Of course I love you!” she cried. “I never stopped.”

Despite the pain, he was smiling. “I love you too. I’ll see you in Elysium.”

She nodded, trying to smile too but the sobs were clawing their way of her throat. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not too soon,” he insisted. “I love you, Y/N.”

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[lukesvangelista]

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

in which luke witnesses your shot at the national championship.

warnings; none that i can think of (may upset some wisconsin fans, sorry if this is too soon)

If you could tell the hockey gods to go to hell at this moment, you would not hesitate.

March 24, 2024. Whittemore Center Arena, University of New Hampshire. The University of Wisconsin vs. The Ohio State University. 2 vs. 1. A little over eight minutes left in the game. The score? 0-0.

Despite outshooting Wisconsin throughout the entire game, you had not scored a single goal. You had had a few close chances, sliding in past Wisconsin’s defensemen a few times, but just couldn’t convert. At this point, you were thanking Raygan for her outstanding performance in goal. But most definitely not the hockey gods.

The voice of Coach Muzerall fluttered through your ears as she told you all to give it everything you got. You were sure Mark Johnson was giving the same speech to his girls at the opposing bench, but honestly, you were too nervous to care. Your eyes wandered around the arena in hopes of finding the only person who could offer any comfort at the moment — Luke.

Unfortunately, Luke had missed the past few games of the NCAA tournament — even your earlier Frozen Four game against Clarkson — because of his schedule with the Preds. Luckily for you, the team was rewarded with a complete off day after their win over Detroit last night. So Luke did the only he could think of. He bought a plane ticket to Durham as soon as he landed in Nashville, and ubered to the arena in order to see you play. You woke up to a text saying that he’d be there, and were beyond excited (and relieved).

As you skated onto the ice in preparation to resume the game, you were able to locate him about halfway up in the stands. He was on his feet, decked up in his scarlet and gray apparel, with a buckeye necklace hanging around his neck. In his hands was a sign that read ‘BUCKEYES > BUCKY’. A small smile crept its way onto your face, wondering where he would have even gotten the materials to make it, but you didn’t care. His support meant everything.

After moving your eyes off of Luke, you focused on Cayla Barnes, who was stationed off to the right of you. She gave you a quick nod, and you knew she meant business. Just as you focused your attention back on the ice, the puck had dropped, with the Badgers winning the draw.

You quickly moved into your own zone, parking yourself in front of the nearest Wisconsin player, which happened to be Britta Curl. The puck passed back and forth between a few of the players before Laila Edwards ended up taking a shot. Raygan managed to kick save it out of your zone as most of your teammates went to make a line change.

They weren’t quick enough, however. Wisconsin had managed to quickly pass the puck out of their zone to center ice, where Curl was waiting patiently with her stick. The puck fell into line perfectly as she entered your zone. You rushed back as fast as you could as you saw Raygan prepare for a wrist shot, and somehow managed to poke the puck away as you tangled up with her. This time, the puck landed right on Cayla’s stick.

Cayla quickly rushed up ice as you let out a small breath. You followed suit, backing her up in case a Wisconsin player managed to steal the puck back. It didn’t take long, however, for Cayla to find Hannah Bilka at center ice, with Joy Dunne on her tail.

You held your breath as the puck landed on Joy Dunne’s stick. If there was one person who wasn’t going to fail you, it was her. She was your team’s leading point scorer with 38 points on the year (23 of which were goals), the WCHA Rookie of the Year, and the NCAA Rookie of the Year. Almost immediately, she sent the puck flying right past McNaughton’s glove and into the goal.

Cheers erupted from the ice, bench, and stands as you were swallowed up into a team huddle by the glass. Joy excitedly made an “O-H” with her hands before embracing you all and making her way to the bench. You smiled softly and looked up at the clock — 7:13 left in the third. You skated off the ice and Stephanie Markowski took your place by center ice.

Locating Luke again, a bright smile was plastered wide across his face as he watched the replay. He had met Joy, who you embraced as a little sister, when he had come to campus to visit you earlier during the all star break. Needless to say, he was proud of her, as anyone should be. What you didn’t know, however, is just how proud he was of you. Your defensive poke-check set the scoring play into motion and here you were just over seven minutes away from winning the national championship.

Time couldn’t have passed more slowly for you as the clock wound down. Wisconsin had created many more scoring opportunities, but just couldn’t convert (you had to thank Raygan once again). You were back on the ice with two minutes to go, scrambling back into the defensive zone as the Badgers pulled McNaughton in order to gain an extra attacker. Your heart raced as you saw Casey O’Brien rush onto the ice, skating swiftly towards your goal.

You knew nothing good was going to happen if you couldn’t calm down. So, as the puck was passed to Ava Murphy, you took a deep breath and raced in front of her as she wound up for a slap shot. As she let go of the puck, you dove in front of it, the puck redirecting off of your ankle and into neutral territory.

Man, did that hurt like a motherfucker. The crowd simultaneously grimaced and cheered for you as you recollected yourself off of the ice. You swear you could hear Luke’s voice yelling your name out of the entire crowd, telling you to get up and kick ass.

The puck was quickly regathered by Caroline Harvey as she circled through neutral ice, waiting for her teammates to reenter the zone. Once completed, the puck was passed to Lacey Eden as Emma Peschel tried to poke it away, but in vain. Caroline passed it to Charla Edwards, who lined up to take a shot from the blue line. None of your teammates were guarding her, so you did what you had to do. You once again skated up and prepared your body to be hit with a hard piece of vulcanized rubber. When it did, you fell to the ground, but got right back up as cheers erupted once again.

“Let’s go, Y/N!” Quinn Kuntz yelled from the bench, and you struggled to skate, but the puck had bounced right back to Edwards. Instead of trying to move around you, she wound up for another slap shot, but that one didn’t get past you either. The puck once again hit your body as you blocked the shot, falling to the ice once again. Finally, Emma was able to clear the zone as the puck raced towards the other end of the ice.

At that moment, you used your stick to propel you towards the bench. You knew you weren’t seriously injured — you’d just have a few bad bruises here and there — but your body hurt like a bitch from taking all of those shots. You were greeted with pats on the back from all your teammates on the bench as Hannah jumped back on in your place. You smiled softly as a response, focusing on the jumbotron to see the time left in the game.

One minute. If you could hold off Wisconsin for one minute, you would be a national champion. You watched anxiously as your teammates tried to clear the zone towards the now empty net of Wisconsin, but to no avail. Finally, Joy had managed to send it down the length of the ice, which forced a quick line change. You hopped on the ice with around 30 seconds left and made your way into the defensive zone yet again.

Since McNaughton was pulled, the Badgers had an extra attacker, which made it harder to defend your goal than usual. You weren’t going to give up that easily, however. The puck was passed back in forth between the six Badgers on the ice, each one of them waiting for the perfect shot. The clock wound down as the puck finally landed on Sophie Hegleson’s stick.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could hear nothing as you once again forced yourself to skate in front of her, knowing that this goal would change the trajectory of the game. Your teammates were counting on you, so you were going to give it your all. You braced yourself for impact as the puck hit your back, your body sacrificing itself for the win exactly as the buzzer went off.

The game was over. You were officially a national champion. The sounds of your teammates yelling filled your ears as you let your body collapse to the ice, both in pain and in shock. You took your helmet off to gather yourself as a small smile made its way across your face. You had done it.

Emma skated over to you and pulled you up off of the ice, and you both rushed over to join the dog pile of your teammates on top of Raygan. Although you couldn’t see him, Luke was smiling down at you, a look of immense pride present on his face. He fumbled with the buckeye necklace hanging around his neck as he couldn’t contain his excitement, knowing that you were a national champion.

After you all had settled down and received your medals (but not before shaking hands and congratulating Wisconsin on their tremendous effort), you were allowed to bring family members and friends onto the ice to take pictures. As Luke made his way onto the ice, you excitedly skated over to him, and his arms were wide open to catch you. You smiled widely, your eyes shining brightly, “I did it, Luke. I really did it.”

He cupped your face with his hands, nodding his head in agreement, “You did it, my love. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

You smiled brightly up at him again, your eyes swelling with tears. Luke pulled you into another hug, gently kissing the top of your head, “Go celebrate with your teammates. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re done.” He reassured, giving you a soft smile as he wiped away some stray tears that had fallen with the pads of his thumbs. You nodded, skating over and joining Joy. When you were finally given the trophy after she did, you hoisted it high up into the air, ready to show it off to the entire world.

After all, it’s always been Ohio against the world.

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youruser: ohio against the world ❤️🩶

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ohiostatewhky: THAT’S OUR NATIONAL CHAMPION

lukevangelista: BUCK YEAH 🌰

lukevangelista: THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND

maxmccuee: gross

lukevangelista: my girlfriend just won a national championship, what did yours do?

maxmccuee: go fuck yourself evangelista

youruser: hey now let’s stop arguing (and max i’m the only one who gets to do that with my boyfriend ☺️)

luca.fantilli: OH MY GOD

user1: y/n’s iconic lmfao

user2: LUCA 😭😭

quinnkuntz: yeah, we did that

matthewknies: how are your shins

youruser: i’m not sure you wanna know

matthewknies: fair enough have a good day

colemcward: buckeyes > badgers

_alexturcotte: cole that’s not nice

colemcward: truth hurts buddy, but keep your head up! i’m sure it’ll get better soon 😚

joyv_dunne: HELL YEAH

emmapeschel: always been ohio against the world!!!

kentjohnson.13: check the record books

youruser: hey kj you might want to focus on your 24-50 record first!

kentjohnson.13: it’s actually 24-38-12, thank you very much

youruser: so we’re actually the only team bringing honor to cbus rn, but if you keep it up maybe you can too!!

lhughes_06: HOLY SHIT

adamfantilli: unfortunately can’t argue with that so pipe down kj

kentjohnson.13: okay i’m sorry

user3: pls y/n is so funny 💀

user4: SHE’S DATING LUKE?!

youruser: …surprise?

lukevangelista: something about our friendship being firm idrk

user5: i wanna be y/n when i grow up

ncaaicehockey: honestly same

user6: ncaa what are you doing here 💀

_connorbedard: congrats!!!

alex.vlasic: connor’s big social media debut folks! be nice to him he’s a little shy

adamfantilli: CONNOR CAME OUT OF HIDING

_willsmith2: DID SOMEONE SAY CONNOR BEDARD

youruser: okay let’s take bets, if connor sees his shadow (these comments) it’s six more weeks of his social media hiatus, but if he doesn’t then we’re all blessed by his presence

youruser: (thanks connor)

nickmoldenhaur: six more weeks of winter for sure 😔

user7: i didn’t realize how funny y/n actually is she’s hilarious

brandtclarke55: nah i’m hopeful for an early spring

_connorbedard: you guys are mean

brandtclarke55: …soooo does that count as an early spring or no?

a/n; hope you all enjoy!!! i had fun with this one (also not sure why two of my imagines have revolved around ohio state but this was convenient hahaha), thanks so much for reading!!

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an enemies to lovers nico fic...

a/n: 1. could anyone actually find nico annoying? 2. i promise all my marino lovers theres plenty of marino content coming 3. i will probs make more parts to this if you guys like it and ask for more

Everyone loved Nico or at least that’s what it felt like. Everyone except for you. You weren’t even sure where this hatred for each other had started but whenever you two were in the same room all you managed to do with each other was bicker. Apparently you were also in a room a little too often with him since you were close friends with the Hughes’ brothers and were often out with them or at games.

Like right now for example. You were watching the game trying to enjoy your night watching your friends play and there was Nico. Even on the ice he managed to set your blood on fire and not in a good way. He clearly knew how irritating he was because he looked up at you, sending you a quick wink as a smirk grew on his lips.

Man was he insufferable. But at least if he was on the ice he couldn’t exactly talk with you. Later on in the night you were somehow roped up into going out with the boys to some random bar where they promised it would be so much fun, you weren’t too sure about that though. “Are you and Nico just going to bicker the whole time though?” Jack asked because of course everyone noticed how you two acted in a room together.

“You know maybe if you guys just make out and get it over with all this tension will go away.” Luke pointed out and your face twisted in disgust. “Jack, can we drop Luke off. He’s talking crazy.” You told him and Jack let out a small laugh. “Right now Luke makes the most sense out of us all.” Maybe all boys were annoying, that’s what you were learning.

It was almost immediate the minute you walked into the room. “Don’t look so excited to see me.” Nico teased and there was that annoying smirk once again. “I would much rather be home than here with you, trust me.” With your own words, Jack bumped your hip, giving you a warning look. “Try being nice.” He pointed out. Jack wanted you to be nice? Fine. You went through the rest of the night being a joy…to everyone except Nico of course.

At some point in the night some guys decided to go back to Jacks apartment, Nico included which was unfortunate for you. It also didn’t seem like he had any urgency to leave the more the night passed and some of the other guys had already fallen asleep on the couch. Meanwhile you were looking for some snacks in the kitchen which wasn’t that hard because you knew Luke had a good stash except of course they were on the highest shelf.

“Need some help?” A voice came from behind you, one that you knew too well simply from how irritated it made you. “From you? No.” You simply said as you considered just climbing onto something but suddenly you felt the closeness of a body behind you as Nico’s arm reached around you to get the chips you wanted. Why the heck did he smell so good??

Nope, no you weren’t thinking about that as you turned around. Nico made no effort to move away from you. “What? Not even a thank you?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him. “What you want me to kiss you as a thank you or something?” At your words his eyebrows raised. “I didn’t say all that but if you’re volunteering.”

“I would never.” You told him but you noticed how dangerously close he still was to you and how good his lips looked from here. “Not even a little curious?” He asked and you hesitated which was all he needed to let his fingers go to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. “No, not even a little.” You whispered to him but before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his.

Somehow that small kiss turned into a much bigger make out session before both of you had decided to leave Jacks apartment and go back to his. The rest of the night went as a blur and every bit of irritation you had felt for Nico had slipped away momentarily for the night. But once you woke up in the morning to his body next to yours, the reminder of what had happened last night was right there. “Good morning, sunshine.” He mumbled, with that stupid smirk once again. “Want me to make you breakfast?” He asked as he started to sit up. “I swear if you ever tell Jack and Luke what happened last night..” You trailed off as a shirtless Nico stretched carelessly in front of you. “Yes to breakfast.”

[frankcastleonlyfans]

part three of dad!daemon headcanon pleaseeee🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐏𝐓𝟑:

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

author's note: last episode, aemond beat the shit out of baela and rhaena, and daemon didn't gave a single shit about his daughters being blooded and bruised. i thought i should rewrite that, specially because the day aemond lost his eye is a thing in our dad!daemon au. also, i'll make aemond a little bit ooc because he needs to be an asshole, AND, I changed the way aemond loses his eye.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

warnings: mentions of animal cruelty, descriptions of children getting harmed, aemond is his own warning, children cussing, this headcanon is pure chaos so be prepared.

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this takes places months before part 1.

Daemon hated Aemond.

At first you thought it was funny that a grown ass man had such hatred towards a little boy, but then, you saw it with your own eyes.

You and Daemon once watched the kids' dragon training lessons, and you noticed how Aemond's eyes squinted once your son commanded Araxes to dracarys.

So it started there. Your son had his own dragon — and so did your daughter — , and prince Aemond had none.

Daemon would always complain to you how Aemond was picking on Rhaegon during sword fighting training.

"He should be more violent, I don't want Rhaegon to let that prick hurt him."

"Now, you're the one who's picking battles with Alicent." You warned.

Aemond never liked the fact that Alyssa could watch their fighting training. She was a girl, and wasn't supposed to be there.

He couldn't hurt Rhaegon outside the training camp, so he discovered that it was easier to mess with the Targaryen girl.

When Alyssa found her pet cat beheaded under her covers on her blood stained bed, she left her shared room crying, not even answering to Helaena's questions.

She went to the boys’ chambers, where she found her brothers, and Jacaerys and Lucerys sleeping.

Alyssa woke them up and went downstairs to find their parents, hoping they could do something to punish Aemond for his actions. But unfortunately, they found the boy first.

"Cousin Alyssa! I see you’re crying... What's wrong? Didn't like my present?"

Alyssa ran to punch him in the face, but he punched her first.

It started a huge fight, where Rhaegon, Luke, Jace and Alyssa were against Aemond.

Aemond threatened to kill Luke and Alyssa, and Jace tried to stab him with a knife.

Aemond was the most gifted in body combat, so he quickly dodged the Velaryon boy's attack, and kicked him away.

Luke threw sand in Aemond's eyes while he held Rhaegon by the neck, and Jace threw Alyssa the knife.

"Take your fucking hand out of my brother!"

Alyssa wasted no time to cut Aemond's eye.

Aemond fell to the ground screaming, but it was too late when the guards finally came to his rescue.

"What's the meaning of this!?" Daemon stormed into the throne room where everyone was reunited.

"Alyssa! Rhaegon!" You cried out, taking your beated children in your arms.

"What did you do to them, you freak!?" Daemon hissed towards the sewed-eyed boy.

"You're seeing this, Viserys!?" Alicent yelled, "Where do you think your brother's children learned to bully our son?"

"His own brother bullies him!" Rhaegon pointed out.

Aegon was just as unbearable as his brother, but at least he wasted his time drinking instead of making your children's life a living hell.

"Aemond killed Alyssa's cat and punched her in the face!" Lucerys told his uncle, and Daemon groaned in anger.

"That bitch cut my eye!" Aemond uttered.

"You were suffocating my brother!" Alyssa remarked.

"That is enough!" King Viserys yelled, "I want you all to make up and forget this all happened."

"That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged permanently, my king." Alicent stated.

"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye. What would you have me do?"

"There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of Daemon's daughter eyes in return. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Alyssa Targaryen."

Your eyes opened wide in horror as your daughter ran out of your embrace to hide herself behind Daemon.

"You will do no such thing!" You warned the queen.

Ser Criston stayed in his position while Viserys warned, again, that the matter was finished.

Alicent took the dagger that the king carried around, and came towards the girl, that was still being protected by her father's body.

Daemon acted quickly and unsheathed Dark Sister, pointing the blade to the Queen. All the guards took off their swords.

"Father!" Alyssa cried out.

"Give one more step and both of us will die." Daemon warned, "I'll cut your throat open like a piece of ham, and the King shall have my head. I don't mind dying for my family, your Grace."

Alicent threw the dagger to the floor and left.

Daemon gave you an apologizing look after putting himself in such danger.

You both took care of your children’s wounds, and find out that Maegon stayed in his room after Rhaegon ordered him to.

You took the boys to their room with Rhaenyra and her kids, while Daemon took Alyssa to hers.

"You acted bravely tonight." Daemon whispered against your little girl's silver locks, and gave her forehead a kiss, "I'm proud of you, my little stormfire."

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Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | V

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, slow burn flashbacks, Gods being terrible parents

A/n: sorry this took so long to come out and it's a little short but i hope you all enjoy

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You woke up to the feeling of your bed being shaken back and forth. You rolled over to see the disturbance only to see Luke shaking the bunk bed by the top bunk.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled as you pulled the blanket over your eyes.

“It’s your birthday!” He exclaimed.

“I wanna sleep in.” You mumbled from under the blanket.

Luke was quiet for a moment, you curiously peeked out from under the blanket to see Luke crouched down right in front of you. He held out a paper plate with a big chocolate chip cookie in the center. On the cookie was a big “17” in sloppy handwriting, he had a wide grin on his face.

“I made it myself.” He said proudly. “Eat it while it's still warm.”

You popped up in the bed and grabbed the plate, Luke came to sit on the side of the bed with you. You split the warm cookie in half and handed one side to Luke. 

“Happy birthday Y/n” He whispered as you took a bite of your cookie. You could tell he made it himself but it was still good.

Luke had the whole day planned with your favorite things. Your favorite breakfast then canoeing. He planned a picnic in the woods and even convinced the nymphs to leave you two alone. You did swordplay by the beach which you loved but he hated since you always beat him when you were close to the water. You visited the arts and crafts cabin, the climbing wall, and the archery range before dinner. At dinner, Luke doubled the size of his offering because ‘you shouldn’t have to give up food on your birthday’. You didn’t think it worked that way but the gods never answered your prayers anyway so you didn’t mind.

“So what else do you wanna do on your birthday?” Luke asked as you took the last bite of your dinner. You contemplated for a few seconds.

“Let’s go swimming.” You proposed.

When you got to the beach the sun was beginning to set, casting pink and orange hues over the water. After the morning on the beach with Luke when you discovered you could control the water you began to resent the ocean. It symbolized Poseidon to you and all of the resentment you held for him. However you couldn’t stay away from it. The sea made you stronger, it helped you win battles. It made you feel free, you finally felt like you found somewhere you belonged. You could swim better and hold your breath longer than anyone else at camp. Sometimes you would swim as far out as you could, go under the water, and watch the animals until you had to come up for air. Unfortunately communicating with the sea creatures was a power you did not possess. Luke said that gods have to grant their children powers when they are claimed. Forbidden children are more powerful, more unpredictable, uncontrollable, and can sometimes harness certain powers without the permission of the gods. 

“You coming or what?” Luke snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You smiled and followed him to the water. Luke quickly discarded his shirt and shorts leaving him in his boxers. This was a common experience by now, you and Luke went swimming most days of the week and at camp, everyone swam in their underwear and never thought anything of it. However, as time went on Luke got taller, leaner, more muscular. He looked more like a Greek statue as time went on, a dark-haired Apollo. 

It was impossible for you to deny your feelings for Luke since you two had almost kissed on the beach a few weeks ago. Just before your discovery of your father and your whole life changed. You have always loved Luke. From the moment he had rescued you and brought you to camp, you were bonded. You were only children then but now you had both changed, and grown, and it was impossible to deny his charm and good looks. Luke was kind, loyal, funny, righteous, everything you could ever ask for. He was also undoubtedly your best friend, your person. You would follow Luke to war and he would do the same for you and the fear of ruining that was stronger than any other feelings you had.

“Okay, turn around.” You ordered Luke. He chuckled a little but followed the command.

“You’d think we wouldn’t still be doing this after this long.” He said as you removed your top layers.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” He turned around to look at you. It made you self-conscious and you were glad it was getting dark to cover your red cheeks. “Bet I’ll beat you to the water.”

You took off sprinting with Luke on your heels. You dove into the water submerging yourself under the waves. Beneath the water, you saw Luke coming in after you but you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you beyond the sunset reflecting on the water. You jumped out of the water behind him, splashing him with water.

“Oh my gods,” He placed his hand over his chest. “You can’t do that to me.”

You laughed so hard it made your stomach hurt. A strong wave came barelling into you nearly knocking you both off of your feet. Luke wrapped his arm around your waist to keep himself above the water. 

“Don’t drown us.” He half joked. His voice was soft and almost anxious. You became acutely aware of the situation. You could feel Luke’s skin against yours, pressed right up together. You looked up into his brown eyes and could tell that he had come to the same realization. Neither of you moved, the waves became earily absent. The sun was gone by now and the moon casted shadows on Luke’s grecian features. You realized Luke was looking at you too, looking at you in a way you’d never seen before. He was looking at you the way you looked at him. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as he slowly got closer and closer. Last time this had happened a massive cold wave interrupted the moment. You had no idea of that was your emotions out of control or Poseidon being a petty father but either way you prayed for the water to stay calm. As some kind of birthday miracle the waves stayed still and Luke’s lips met yours. 

The kiss was sweet and timid, you knew that this was his first kiss as well as yours. The two of you pulled away just enough to make eye contact but neither of your said anything. Quickly Luke’s hand came up and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you in again. You brought your hands up to ravel in the hair by the base of his neck and suddenly the kiss was not sweet and timid anymore. It was desperate and longing like it had been a long time coming. Luke lifted you off the sand and you wrapped your legs around him bringing you somehow closer. You couldn’t help but think that this was the most defiant thing you’d done and you should stop before Poseidon drowned you both. But you couldn’t stop.

“Mr. Castellan!” Chirons voice came from the beach. You practically knocked Luke over trying to separate yourself. You sank down in the water with embarrassment until only your eyes and ears were above water. “Get dressed and meet me in my office.” With that he turned and trotted back to the big house.

You and Luke hurried to the beach and quickly got dressed. The two of you shot eachother nervous glances, unsure of what punishment was to come.

“I better get going.” Luke cleared his throat. “I’ll see you in the cabin.” You nodded as he turned towards the big house. He got a few yards ahead of you before turning around and shouting back at you. “Happy Birthday Y/n!”

That night as you walked back to the cabin your face was plastered with a wide grin.

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[irwinsblender]

hi hiii could i request an ashton or luke x reader fic based on the song constellations by jade lemac?? thank youuu <33

thank you for this request!! i hadn’t heard this song before and i tried to interpret it in my own way. i’m sorry if this fic seems a little rushed, i finished it while still in a kind of writers block mode, but i hope you like it <3

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constellations

based on the song constellations by jade lemac

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: you always find it hard when ashton has to leave for tour, but you’ve found your own way to stay connected to him

warnings: none

word count: 2.3k

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as a teenager, you were always going to concerts. music was your life, it got you through more than your friends or family ever could. seeing your favourite musicians in person was everything.

never did you expect a few years later you’d be dating one.

ashton irwin. the drummer from 5 seconds of summer. of course you’d heard their music occasionally before you started dating, however, you wouldn’t call yourself a hardcore fan.

you’d been dating for a few years now, and every second of that time had been absolutely wonderful. well, mostly.

you got to travel the world, see places you’d never thought you’d ever see in your lifetime, all because of him. most of all, seeing him up on that stage, performing, was a big highlight for you. it was incredible.

the downside was when you couldn’t be there for certain shows. having to go home in the middle of a big tour, or not even getting to go with him at the beginning. you’d never forget the times that schedules had changed suddenly, stripping you and ashton of any sort of goodbye.

you’d been with ashton on tour for the past month, and now their tour would be heading to europe. this was your time to unfortunately say goodbye.

you, along with the band, were at a hotel at the airport last night. you would be taking a flight back home while they take a flight over seas to a whole different country.

you and ashton had experienced this before, you both knew you could deal with the distance. but it never got easier. especially with the time difference always making things difficult.

waking up today, the last morning you’d be together, you wanted to make sure to enjoy the last few moments you’ll get together.

last night was wonderful. after getting to the hotel, you ordered room service, eating on the comfort of the bed while talking about a few tour related things as well as discussing what you’d be doing at home while he’s continuing to tour the world.

you both got ready for bed, quite early at that, putting on a movie while you laid in bed together. not long after the movie started, it got forgotten about. wanting to take in this last night to make the most of each others company before you’d be apart for some time.

now, you were still in bed, snuggled up together. ashton had ended up being the little spoon, that didn’t always happen, but when it did, you loved wrapping your arms around him, hugging him close, it was comforting.

you glanced over at the clock on the desk, seeing it wasn’t long before you would have to be getting up. sighing, you tried to focus on being this close to ashton before you’d have to leave each other.

ashton laying shirtless in bed, you pressed a couple of soft kisses to the top of his back. you held him as close as you could, cheek resting against his back. today was going to be hard. you didn’t want to say goodbye. you’d both be okay, but the thought of not being together for a while was a feeling you were still taking time to get used to.

ashton woke up shortly after you, yawning as he leaned to see if you were awake. just about seeing that you were, smiling at you as you smiled back.

“morning, baby,” he took your hands in his that were resting on his stomach. “how’re you feeling?”

“same as always,” you sighed. “don’t want you to leave.”

“i don’t want to either,” ashton pulled at one of your hands, kissing the back of it softly. “wish you could come with me.”

he felt you nod, then feeling something different. you started tracing your index finger around his back, between his shoulders. he hummed quietly, liking the feeling.

you traced around his freckles, connecting the dots that were scattered across his body. they were like constellations, just like the stars were in the sky. something you both use to feel close to each other when you were actually miles apart.

he moved a while after you started, rolling onto his side to get a good look at you before you’d have to start getting ready for your departing flights.

“how long is your flight?” you asked him.

“eight hours.” he frowned. a long time for you to go without speaking. “yours is five?”

you nodded, going quiet again. ashton shuffled over to you, pulling you closer to make the most of cuddling before you couldn’t for a while.

“you’re gonna update me every day right?” you asked, as if it wasn’t the same every tour. “and call me whenever you can.”

“every day,” he promised. “i’ll figure out timezones, find a good time i can call you.”

you nodded again, looking up at him, “i’m gonna miss you.” you reached up to run a hand through his hair.

ashton went to say something, when his alarm started going off on his phone. not a wake up alarm, more a time limit alarm. meaning you’d spent as much time as you could staying in bed. neither of you moved.

“i love you.” ashton leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. moving to leave the bed right after.

“i love you too, ash.”

it was a rush after that. you took until the last minute to be ready. avoiding a lot of calls and texts from the guys, telling you they’d leave without you if you didn’t get out of the hotel room soon.

once ready, you were quick to make your way towards security where a few checks would be done, as well as checking a few boards to make sure both of your flights would be on time.

although a delay might have been nice.

you’d already agreed that you’d wait at the same gate as ashton, for his flight. his flight was scheduled slightly earlier than yours, so you could be with him until the second he left.

you sat next to each other in the waiting area, fingers linked together, the guys sat opposite. you didn’t speak a whole lot, this time was enough without needing to say anything.

it was only when an announcement was made that boarding would begin soon that you knew the goodbyes would be coming soon.

“can i change my mind and come with you?” you half joked. knowing you couldn’t do that.

“i wish you could, love,” ashton leaned over to you, kissing your temple. “but work just can’t cope without your expertise.”

you laughed, he was right, your job always seemed to mess things up when you were on tour with ashton instead.

and then boarding started, people standing to make their way over to the gate, tickets started being scanned before going down to the doors.

you said your goodbyes to the guys first, letting them get sorted and go ahead to get onto the plane. you and ashton always needed that extra time to make sure you’d said everything you wanted before you’d be apart.

“why does this never get easier,” you asked. trying to keep your emotions at bay. “we do this every tour and i still hate it.”

“i know, baby, i know,” ashton pulled you into his embrace, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort. “we’re gonna text and call all the time though, i promise.”

“gonna miss you, ash.” you looked up at him.

he cupped your cheeks, caressing his thumbs back and fourth as he leaned down to press a few love filled kisses to your lips.

“i’ll miss you more.” he smiled softly.

“don’t start,” you laughed. glancing over to the gate after the next section of the plane had been called to board. “i guess you’ll have to go now.”

he pulled his backpack onto his back, your hand in his as he pulled you towards the check in desk. the line wasn’t too long, letting him take his time. the person there scanned his ticket and checked his passport, giving him the all clear to board the plane.

“i’ll see you soon, baby.” ashton pulled you in for a final hug, holding onto each other as tight as you could. “i love you, so much.”

“i love you,” you replied, pulling back slowly before letting him go. “text me as soon as you can.”

he walked through the first gate, you followed where he was going, sticking to where the seating area is. the railings stopping you from going any further.

“i will,” he called over. “i’ll call you tomorrow.”

“please do!” you called back.

ashton gave you one final wave, disappearing around the last corner that leads to the plane, gone in the blink of an eye. like normal, you sat there, waiting until his plane left. it took you time to move after, everything felt weird once he’d gone.

it was always hard for you, boarding your plane on your own, sitting next to a stranger, knowing ashton was heading in one direction and you in another.

you’d had conversations about quitting your job so you could be with him all the time on tour. but it never got any further than light talk. going by how hard you still found it, it might be time to bring it up again.

when you got back home, it was strange. too quiet. you were alone in your house to unpack, to get back to work, to cook meals for yourself. you didn’t like it at all.

it took you at least a week to settle back in. you would text back and fourth with ashton for a little while, but it was never long. it was hard with the time difference and him having to go to rehearsals, soundchecks and the shows.

you hadn’t talked over the phone as much as you’d promised each other. you endlessly wanted to call him, but the lack of texts from him told you that he was too busy with tour. which you always understood.

it was a few weeks in when you started leaving voicemails in the early hours. late for you, the middle of the night in europe. which is because you knew he wouldn’t answer, so you could say what you wanted for him to hear when he woke up.

one day in particular, you’d missed ashton a lot. things had gone wrong at work and it had tired you out. he’d normally be here to help you through the stress, but he was on the opposite side of the world.

you thought about getting an early night, skipping dinner, and to no surprise you couldn’t sleep. when ashton was here, you’d sit outside on your back porch to feel the fresh air of the night, it always used to help. just being surrounded by peace and the stars above.

you sat there, on your swing seat. clicking on ashton’s name to call him. it was almost nine at night for you, ashton wouldn’t be up for another few hours where he is, so you hadn’t expected him to answer.

you waited for his answerphone message to start playing, instead, you were met with ashton’s tired voice.

“hey,” he answered. you were silent for a moment. “you there, love?”

“yea, sorry, i thought you’d be sleeping.” you replied.

“only slept an hour,” you could hear him sigh. “couldn’t sleep after that.”

you tucked your legs up beside you, wishing ashton was here with you, “what city are you in?” you asked. “one that i’d like?”

“paris,” he smiled. “i know you love it here, can’t stop thinking about you.”

“is it still dark there?” you questioned. “are the stars out?”

you heard shuffling on the line, followed by silence, and then what sounded like a door opening and closing. ashton let out a long breath as stepped onto his balcony, he looked up at the sky above him, it would be getting light soon, but the stars were definitely still bright.

“yea, they’re out.” he sat down on the singular chair perched to the side.

“and now we’re together,” you smiled to yourself. “for a little while at least.”

“you’re stargazing?” he sounded surprised. “wish i could stargaze with you.”

“but you are, ash,” you rubbed your eyes tiredly. “no matter where we are, the stars can bring us together.”

you were both quiet, looking up at the sky. the beautiful night sky. the stars reminded you of him, the way you both loved stargazing, loved spotting the constellations.

“i can see it,” ashton had a smile to his voice. “orien’s belt. it’s there.”

those stars stood out the most, “we’re looking at the same stars.” you smiled. “i see it too.”

orien’s belt was one of the things you always pointed out to ashton, that felt like the closest you’d get to him now, the only thing connecting you both while you sat under the stars in two different places.

you’d make shapes out of the different constellations. much like you’d trace the constellations on ashton’s body. his freckles that you love. it’s a part of him you’d always remember, even when he’s miles away. just like right now.

“baby?” ashton said quietly.

“hm.” you responded, letting him know you were still there.

“i love you.” he almost whispered. wishing he could be there with you, hands on your waist to hold you.

“i love you too, ash.” you replied in the same quietness. happy that you had this time to talk a little. “call me later?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, taking one last good look up at the stars to make him feel like he was with you before the light took over once again.

he smiled, this short conversation making him feel much better than before, “i’ll call you later.”

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[666writingcafe]

An Interview With Simeon

Part Six

Question One: How do you feel right now?

A little tired, but otherwise okay.

Question Two: Would you rather live in the city or in the woods?

I find a lot more inspiration in the woods, plus there aren't nearly as many people. MC says that I'm an introvert because I get my energy from being alone, and I think they might be right. Not that there's anything wrong with groups of people; they just can be draining at times.

Question Three: Do you believe in soulmates?

Absolutely. But I don't believe in exclusivity. There are many types of soulmates, not just the romantic kind. Like, Luke and I are familial soulmates. I was meant to be his guardian, and he was meant to be my kid. *pauses* Don't tell Luke I said that. He hates it when I call him that.

Question Four: Who is the first person you call when you are happy or sad?

When I want to express good news, I call Raphael. He and I have grown fairly close since the war. But he's what I would call a fair-weather friend. He's made it clear that he doesn't want to hear about my struggles, and I've made peace with that. (So who do you call when you need to vent about something?) It depends on what it is. If I just want to gossip, then I reach out to Solomon, but if it's deeper and more existential, I call either MC or Mammon. MC is a great listener, and Mammon's been through a lot of the same things I have. Plus, he's actually willing to share his emotions with me, unlike a certain dark-haired demon I know.

Question Five: What makes you smile on bad days?

Luke and MC doing something together. They're quite cute.

Question Six: How would you feel if your daydreams became real?

In some ways, they already have. Unfortunately, I can't reveal much more than that, or I'd be in a lot of trouble.

Question Seven: What are you proud of right now?

I recently overcame a really bad case of writer's block.

Question Eight: What are you scared about not accomplishing in life?

Contentment.

Question Nine: What do you think about casual relationships and long-term relationships?

I think it's important to communicate those kind of boundaries upfront and check back in frequently to see if they need to change. Otherwise, the relationship isn't going to last, and one or both parties are going to be unhappy.

Question Ten: What do people say about you that you like?

Do you mind if I go on a bit of a tangent? (Does it pertain to the question?) Yes. (Then go ahead.) So, MC gives the best compliments. They have a way of looking deep inside someone's soul and saying what they need to hear. It can get very specific. (Give me an example.) MC once told me that the words I write rival the greatest pieces of art in the human world. They were reading a short story I wrote about nature, except nature was a metaphor for something--or rather, someone else. *pauses* Just thinking about it is making it hard for me to focus on this interview, and I'm sure you have more questions to ask, so we should move on.

Question Eleven: How would you define love?

What an...interesting question. *clears throat* I'd say love consumes you. You can feel it from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet, but its pull is strongest inside your heart. (Have you felt that way about someone before?) I feel that way about someone now, but to reveal who it is would cause an uproar. (Do they at least know how you feel?) Yes, and they've agreed to keep it private.

Question Twelve: How much value do you place on other people’s appreciation?

A lot more than I should. I'm not supposed to care too much about people's opinion of me, because my relationship with Father is suppose to supersede all of that.

Question Thirteen: Have you broken someone’s heart?

Yes.

Question Fourteen: What do you think about “love at first sight?”

I've seen it happen once. A bunch of us did, actually. (Was it during the initial exchange program?) *smiles* It was.

Question Fifteen: If you woke up tomorrow as a person of the opposite gender, what would you do?

The same stuff that I do now. I know, not very exciting. Technically, I could change my physical form to a person of the opposite gender if I wanted to. We only look this way as to not scare off humans. But I like my current appearance. I feel it matches how I feel on the inside.

Question Sixteen: What is the most ridiculous thing you have ever bought for yourself?

A 200 pack of glitter gel pens.

Question Seventeen: What was your last Doogle search?

As soon as I say it, you'll know exactly why I searched for it: "how to put out a magically-induced fire".

Question Eighteen: What do you think attracts people to you?

I'm able to appear calm and peaceful. It doesn't always reflect what I'm feeling, but that's a whole other story.

Question Nineteen: What color is your aura?

A light shade of baby blue.

Question Twenty: If the world ended tomorrow, would you survive?

With help, yes. If I was by myself, however...I don't think I'd last very long.

Question Twenty-One: If your house was on fire, what is the first thing you're grabbing?

Luke. Objects can be replaced. He can't.

Question Twenty-Two: If you could take your favorite celebrity on a date, where would you go?

They enjoy late-night picnics at the park. (You say that as though you've already been on a date with your favorite celebrity.) That's because I have. Several times, as a matter of fact. Although, their fame is subjective. They're not nearly as famous where they come from as they are here in the Devildom.

Question Twenty-Three: If you could shapeshift into an animal, which one would you be?

A human world Arctic fox.

Question Twenty-Four: If you could do anything without any judgment, what would you do right now?

It would require a hotel room with a magical lock on it, soundproof walls, and lots of...shall we say, supplies.

Question Twenty-Five: Do you easily get scared?

Not anymore. I used to, and then the war happened.

Question Twenty-Six: Can you keep a secret?

Can you? *awkward silence* (We should wrap this up.) Good idea.

Question Twenty-Seven: Have you ever felt tongue-tied on a date?

Yes.

Question Twenty-Eight: Can you spend a whole night awake?

I have many times before, and I probably will do many more times in the future.

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[aperrywilliams]

We Could Try (Part 7): Holding On (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Author Masterlist / Clueless (prequel)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Valerie and Reader were kidnapped by the unsub. They need to keep strong if they want to survive. Is (Y/N)'s training enough to ensure her and Valerie's safety?

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst. Case's description. A hostage situation with blows, cuts, and blood is described—CM usual stuff. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Hi there! Another chapter is here! A lot of angst in this one. What do you think will happen with Reader and Valerie?

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When (Y/N) woke up, she immediately felt an intense pain in the back of her head. Fluttering her eyes open, she could barely see anything. It was dark and cold. She was on the floor with her back against a concrete post. Wiggling her hands, she noticed she was tied up.

Wait. Was she alone? Where is Valerie?

As a cue, (Y/N) heard a groan coming from the opposite side of the room.

"Valerie? Are you okay?"

The question could be wishful thinking, but if (Y/N) could hear a response, it was something.

“(Y/N)? I'm here. He tied me to a post. I can't free my hands," Valerie described. The sound of chains told (Y/N) they were in the same situation.

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't think so. He gave me something to pass out, though," Valerie pointed with worry.

Unfortunately (Y/N) couldn't say the same. Turpin knocked her out with the back of his gun, and (Y/N) fell to the floor. She didn't know if he drugged her, but the sour taste on her tongue made her suspect he did.

"They will know where we are, right?" Valerie questioned after some minutes of silence. That question lingered in (Y/N) 's mind.

Where were they? How much time has passed? Of the darkness surrounding them, she figured out it was night already. Probably Turpin changed location. But where?

"I guess they will," (Y/N) mumbled. But her main concern wasn't if the team could track them or not; it was if they would be on time.

Time. Something she would have to buy somehow.

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The team gathered in the precinct with nothing. They realized Conrad wasn't the unsub, and neither was Garner. But something with them was off. The connection to the victims couldn't be a mere coincidence.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Spencer asked when he stepped into the meeting room and didn't see (Y/N) or Valerie. Green frowned.

"They haven't returned from Turpin's house," he pointed. Emily dialed (Y/N) 's number to verify her location. Nothing. Straight to voicemail. Green tried with Valerie's. Same result.

It was odd. Nobody believed (Y/N) and Valerie would enjoy spending time together, so it was only common sense that they would return as soon as possible.

Spencer was anxious, and the rest started to feel the same way. Anything could have happened. Not that (Y/N) really pushed Valerie from the car, did she?

"Could they have found something?" Emily wondered. Calling Garcia, they demanded more information about Turpin. In the meantime, Rossi, Luke, and Tara headed to Turpin's house.

When Garcia called back, things didn't enhance; quite the opposite.

"Guys. I don't know what this means, but I found something." 

The announcement told them that something was wrong.

The suspicions were confirmed when Penelope revealed details of Turpin's life that could unease anyone. The team saw all the red flags the same way (Y/N) realized she was in front of the unsub.

How could they have missed it? How could anyone have suspected Turpin before?

When Rossi called, telling neither (Y/N) nor Valerie nor Turpin were there, the alarms barreled right in their ears.

Spencer wanted to punch someone, and Green was the perfect candidate.

"How can you have a man like that consulting? Did nobody notice anything irregular about him before?!"

Green looked at Spencer in annoyance. He wouldn't take responsibility for the potential loss of an agent and a doctor during an ongoing investigation.

"The police never had reason to doubt Dr. Turpin. Neither did you until now," Green added defensively.

It may be a poor justification, but it didn't absolve the team from the blame.

"Now we are responsible?!" Spencer barked.

Before the situation could escalate, Emily intervened.

"Hey! There's no use doing what you're doing. I know it's frustrating for everyone, but our priority now is to find Agent (Y/L/N) and Dr. Smith before Turpin can harm them."

Spencer ran his hands through his hair. This was a nightmare. What were the chances of something like this happening? He just prayed that (Y/N) was okay. That also applied to Valerie. Not because there was any particular concern on Spencer's part for Valerie, but because he knew both of them: an untrained Valerie could do worse in a hostage situation, and (Y/N) would take the consequences in alas to protect her. Spencer knew (Y/N) 's work ethic was stronger than any issue she could have with someone. Valerie, in this circumstance.

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What would be Turpin's plan? (Y/N) wondered. So far, he has spent two years killing people without getting caught. And now it was clear he would be in the eye of the storm with an FBI agent and a doctor missing.

Did he think he would get rid of them and commit the perfect crime?

(Y/N) reviewed Turpin's profile. Experienced, methodical, a lot of self-confidence, constantly increasing the risk. What would be his end game? He might have been trying to get more media coverage now that the police had linked the murders. Be that as it may, the chances of getting out alive were slim. Turpin would not back down from the threat of arrest. It was more important to him to be remembered as someone who defied the authorities and was not intimidated by them. Nor was he a suicide who would end his life to avoid being arrested. The same FBI would have to kill him so that he would remain in history as one of the greatest murderers of recent times.

Creaking footsteps on a wooden staircase brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts. After hearing a switch flick, a faint light illuminated the room. That gave (Y/N) the confirmation they were indeed in a basement. Narrowing her eyes and looking to her left, she located Valerie tied up the same way she was. Both women looked at each other, trying to conceal the fear of what could happen.

Seconds later, Dr. Turpin was in front of (Y/N), a smug smile on his face.

"Agent (Y/L/N), I would like to apologize for the rudeness I used to convince you to come here," the man spoke, crouching to see if (Y/N) was indeed awake.

"I guess I didn't have many options, did I? "(Y/N) muttered, knowing that to buy time, she had to make herself an attractive target for Turpin.

It was risky anyway because just one misstep was enough, and the man could kill her in two seconds.

Turpin chuckled, standing and looking at (Y/N) with amusement.

"No. You didn't. That's true. You are a clever girl. It's a shame that I have to kill you anyway."

Intimidate. Shows superiority and control. Makes clear he has already decided your destiny, and your life is insignificant. A narcissist with a God complex. Misogynic?

(Y/N) examined all of Turpin's features in her head to find any weaknesses.

"Why?"

"Because I bet you didn't expect to come face to face with the killer you've been after for over a year," Turpin pointed, grabbing his gun from his belt and inspecting it in such detail as if he needed to be sure it was perfect for him to use it.

"That's is how you consider yourself? A killer?"

(Y/N) tried not to show much of her emotions seeing the gun in his hands. She was trained for this. She needed to stay calm.

"That's what I heard. People can't be wrong, right?"

Turpin used sarcasm to point out his difference from the rest of the world. (Y/N) noticed how his body showed annoyance and disgust.

"It depends. Maybe people judged you wrong. Myself included." (Y/N) tried to play humbled; maybe he could see in her someone to lecture. That could buy some time.

"Come on, agent (Y/L/N). I read the profile you made. I know what you're thinking. And the 'be a friend' or 'show empathy' strategy won't work with me."

He wants to show he knows about police work. Using the same terms and making clear he won't be fooled. Anticipation. He needs to anticipate.

"You read my profile? Why?"

"Curiosity. I wanted to know what kind of lies you could say about us."

(Y/N) analyzed his words: some unsubs tend to speak in a plural (we/us), others in a singular (I/me). That does not necessarily have to do with the number of people involved in the illicit. It often indicates whether the motivations are purely personal or related to a collective claim. Turpin's God complex wasn't linked only to him. It was a group he wanted to vindicate.

"So they are lies?"

"They are. You don't know nothing," Turpin huffed.

"Why you don't tell me more about it?"

The man frowned this time. He realized (Y/N) was trying to get him talking. Without warning, he hit her face with his gun butt. The blow was so strong that (Y/N) 's body landed on the ground. The chains that kept her hands tied to the pillar behind her shook, making a loud noise. Valerie, who was watching the scene in tense silence, couldn't help the shocked gasp that left her lips.

"Enough! You don't get to tell me what to do. Do you hear me?!"

(Y/N) felt dizzy and couldn't move. A whistle settled in her ear, and she could barely hear Turpin's words. She only nodded in agreement so she didn't have to endure another hit. (Y/N) knew she had pressed too soon.

Turpin hummed, satisfied with his doing: (Y/N) bleeding on the floor, and Valerie with a shocked look. After flashing a smirk at Valerie to increase her fear, he perched the gun on his belt and left the room.

Once Turpin shut the door and locked it, (Y/N) groaned from the pain. She felt the blood pouring from her mouth. 

Her bet inclined for a broken tooth.

"What were you doing? You made him mad. He could have killed you!" Valerie whisper-shouted.

"Testing probabilities," (Y/N) mumbled, recovering part of her senses.

'So, you can get an alfa-narcissistic showing non-narcissistic behavior even when he's in a natural setting in front of another alfa subject?' (Y/N) asked in disbelief. Spencer's mouth opened slowly. (Y/N) knew that was his tell of a big rant coming.

'I read an article detailing research with treatment and control groups in two settings: college students and prisoners. They chose a narcissistic alpha and put him to develop an argument with a group that mixed alphas and non-alphas. In college students - a favorable environment - empathic attitudes rose by 40% when a non-alpha pointed to the narcissist's superiority and 60% when an alpha did. In the inmates - an unfavorable environment - empathic attitudes rose 20% with non-alphas and 40% with alphas in the group,' Spencer explained as they were walking from the metro station to their apartment. (Y/N) smiled, seeing him talking with such enthusiasm.

'So if you show genuine interest in the narcissist, it is possible to appeal to them through learning,' (Y/N) concluded, and Spencer beamed.

'Exactly! You become a potential worth of their attention,' Spencer pointed out.

Still in her dizziness (Y/N) 's brain conjured that image of Spencer. Smiling and with sparkling eyes. It was the moment (Y/N) knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

"Jeez. It's like listening to Spencer talking. I don't know if that helps right now," Valerie puffed. The familiarity didn't go unnoticed.

Unbelievable how so many things happened after that day. It could be forever ago, but for (Y/N), it's still one of her favorite memories.

-

JJ found Spencer in an empty office. He was pacing from one corner to another, running his hands through his hair. Looking at JJ on the threshold, Spencer's pace stopped. He knew why she was there. After the outburst with Green, Prentiss sent him to cool down. Now Emily sent JJ to check on him.

"She was right all the time. And now she could die at the hands of that same psychopath. It's not fair."

His shaky voice only added distress to the scene. Spencer felt useless, and that feeling was eating him alive.

JJ wanted, by all means, to try to say something to help him. But she knew about this job, and so did Spencer. Lying to him was not an option.

"We're doing our best, Spencer. And (Y/N) is a trained agent; she knows the risks and will try to keep Turpin at bay."

That was true. It wouldn't be the first time (Y/N) found herself in a hostage situation. Spencer knew how cold-blooded she could be, but this was different. Neither she nor he was in their best setting, especially with Valerie in the middle.

"I know. But for how long? I like to think Turpin hasn't hurt them yet, but how long? And I'm here, unable to do my job. How can I be worthy of her if I can't even keep her safe?"

Spencer knew that time was pressing, and he needed to put effort into locating (Y/N) and Valerie, but neither his body nor his mind was cooperating. The mere fear that everything was lost paralyzed him.

JJ approached and put a comforting hand on Spencer's shoulder.

"Don't say that. (Y/N) knows you would do anything for her. It's true things between you both have been weird lately, but I'm sure you can make it through."

"There are so many things I want to tell her, JJ. I just want a chance," Spencer sniffled.

"Hold on to that wish and help us, Spence. We need you to get to find her," JJ whispered encouragingly. 

She learned that if Spencer could focus, they had a better chance of getting closer to Turpin's whereabouts faster. Spencer comprehended better than anyone the profile that (Y/N) built and the evidence of the last cases.

For his part, Spencer knew that JJ was right. He was selfish in focusing on his misery when he could be doing something to help. He owed it to (Y/N).

Luke entered the office suddenly.

"Guys, Garcia is calling, and it looks like she has news."

Spencer and JJ looked at each other and got up quickly to follow Luke into the meeting room. Once with the rest of the team, Prentiss signaled to Penelope that she could report her findings.

"Okay, after very nasty research, I found something that may help. Conrad and Garner have had secret meetings with Turpin in recent months. These have been on properties tied to Conrad and Garner but through their in-laws. This means that they are not followable by their last names. Dr. Turpin has not been in any of them for more than an hour, allowing him to move quickly from different parts of the city."

"Could be (Y/N) and Valerie in one of those properties?" Rossi pressed.

"Not likely," Spencer mused. "Based on (Y/N) 's profile, he would be keen to choose a place with meaning. Conrad and Garner are only the suppliers and apprentices."

"But none of the properties tied to Turpin seems to fit. And it would be reckless to use them if he knows we already identify him," Tara argued.

"Wait a minute," Emily piped. "This guy has been moving between States. There is nothing close to a comfort zone in the geographical profile."

Spencer's eyes widened with realization.

"The trophies! That's what it is!" Spencer shouted, moving to the board where the map was.

"What? What is it, Reid?" Luke interjected.

"Turpin's signature is the marked trail on the bodies. But what he takes? None of the victims had lost items," Spencer remarked, showing the pics taken from the dumpsites.

"Then it is something that he does, not what he takes," Rossi added, following Spencer's train of thought.

"The locations. He kills them in an important location for the victims. That is what he takes: the happy places of the victims he kills. That could explain why the disposal sites were so random. The place's meaning is something only the victim could understand," Spencer ranted. The team started to put the pieces together.

Many of the dumpsites were near buildings that must have been important to the victims: the church where the first victim made her first communion, the school where the second victim met her husband, and the building where the third victim wanted to buy an apartment. And so on.

But now the team was at a new crossroads: where did Turpin take Valerie and (Y/N) when neither of them lived or had lived in New York?

What could be out there that would serve as a location in this case? They would have to think quickly about options as time was running out.

-

The basement's darkness made it impossible to tell if it was day or night, but (Y/N) managed to see some light through a small crack in the wall. It was an indication that made her think it was daytime. How many hours had they been in that place? (Y/N) estimated at least two full days. She could feel the dried blood caked on her face and the bruises on her arms and feet. Nothing could be done to soothe her body's aching, so she focused on any idea of what to do to not die in that basement.

A muffled sniffle distracted (Y/N) from her thoughts. 

"We are going to die here, right?" Valerie asked, now looking in (Y/N) 's direction.

"I hope not. We need to keep calm, though. To save energy for whatever would come next." (Y/N) was sincere; it was better to be straight so Valerie could understand the situation. Even if she wasn't in law enforcement, Valerie knew a few things that could be useful in this situation.

"Why are you being considerate to me? You just could drop me under the bus with this guy. Telling him to kill me first or not talk to me at all," Valerie asked. She wasn't naive and knew the displeasure she brought to (Y/N).

"No one deserves something like this, not even you," (Y/N) pointed, contorting a bit to relax some of her muscles. Valerie chuckled bitterly. After some quiet minutes, she spoke again.

"I know I did my part in it, but he never told me why he distanced himself from you at the beginning. And I never questioned, although if I think about it, it doesn't make sense."

(Y/N) looked at her suspiciously. Was she really asking about her relationship with Spencer?

"I don't think I should be talking to you about that. Not considering what happened," (Y/N) replied curtly. Valerie nodded.

"I know. I'm the last person you would talk to about that. It's just that - I don't know. I see how he looks at you and how protective he becomes when it's about you. It's hard to think he considered not to love you at some point."

(Y/N) didn't say anything, but deep inside, she knew that questioning very well. She spent nights without sleep trying to decipher why Spencer opted to push her away. The time spent in prison was a huge stressor for Spencer, but she thought they were making progress. On those nights (Y/N) mulled the idea of not being enough for him. Valerie in the picture was like a confirmation of her fears.

Now, none of that mattered. Things might not end well for her and Valerie. (Y/N) clearly saw the irony of the situation.

As the basement door opened, (Y/N) didn't have to look to know it was Turpin and that there would be less talking and more pain this time.

"Let me tell you, I didn't expect to be in this situation yet, but I'm pretty glad. I thought the FBI was better prepared and would put the pieces together faster. But hey, here we are. Do you still think I'm an overbearing narcissist looking for recognition?"

Turpin opened a briefcase and placed various medical instruments on a rolling table as he spoke. (Y/N) kept quiet, hoping Turpin would want to brag more.

"With you, I will have to give my best. I must take care of my reputation. What do you say, agent (Y/L/N)? Are you ready to bleed a little more? Are you prepared to see how your life flashes before your eyes? Maybe I'm even doing you a favor."

(Y/N) internally debated how much emotion it would be okay to show. She didn't want to look completely hopeless, something Turpin would truly enjoy, but she also didn't want to look too calm to ignite his anger.

"Why to bother with me, Dr. Turpin? I'm nobody," (Y/N) muttered. Turpin chuckled.

"Really? Successful FBI agent with an ascending career in the Boston department? I'm sure you think you're better than anyone," Turpin mocked, waving a sharp knife in front of (Y/N)'s face.

"I could do better. I'm not as good as I seem." 

This was the move that (Y/N) could use to show interest in Turpin's teachings.

Turpin frowned and looked at (Y/N) carefully. He knew enough about psychology to be suspicious of (Y/N)'s words.

"Is that so? Won't you try to play the hero like FBI agents usually do?" Turpin asked, glancing from her to Valerie. (Y/N)'s stomach wrenched, knowing what his words implied.

"I have no advantage or guarantee in doing so. Here you are the one in charge. You set the rules, and my belonging to the FBI cannot do anything about it."

Turpin just laughed. He was going to test his theory. Grabbing his knife, he walked over to Valerie. She barely dared to breathe. Of the hours they had spent in that cellar, Turpin had hardly paid any attention to her. Now Valerie felt that she would have preferred it stayed that way. Seeing Turpin's eyes with dilated pupils and his Machiavellian smile made her quiver.

"Don't be scared, doctor Smith; you know what an experiment is. Only this time you will be the guinea pig," he announced before hitting her with his fist. Valerie cried out as she felt the blow in her face. (Y/N) cringed, seeing the blood pooling from Valerie's mouth.

"You don't need to test us. We are indeed at your mercy!" (Y/N) argued, knowing that Turpin didn't think to stop.

"Oh yeah? I know that. I'm just proving how vane your words are," he said, landing another blow at Valerie, who, this time, let her body fall to the ground, groaning in pain and begging Turpin to stop. But he didn't and kept asserting blows to Valerie, alternating with cuts in her arms and legs.

(Y/N)'s breathing quickened, and she didn't know what to do to stop him. Her instinct told (Y/N) that Turpin should turn his attention to her, though she knew what that meant. At least she felt trained to hold on a little longer, not so Valerie.

"You bastard. Why don't you try to mess with someone who doesn't be this vulnerable, uh? Fucking coward! Like all your other victims. Always choosing the weakest ones to make it easier for you, right? You wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't!" (Y/N) yelled. And that made the desired effect. Turpin stopped and turned to see (Y/N). A wicked grin on his face.

"Oh, it's that so?" He said, now approaching. (Y/N) gulped.

"Yes. Maybe I'm weak and not as good as I should, but at least not a scumb like you!"

"Shut up! Nobody calls me like that! You bitch!" Turpin barked, hitting her with his foot on her ribs. (Y/N) cried for the impact.

"Am I lying? I can't even defend myself tied up," (Y/N) mumbled, tasting the fresh blood in her mouth.

Turpin's blood was now boiling, and (Y/N) knew what was coming. He knelt, removing the chains that kept (Y/N) tied to the post. But as soon as he did that, he struck her in the ribs again, making any attempt to defend herself against him futile.

"Come on! fight back!" Turpin yelled as he landed more blows on her body. This time nothing was going to stop him, not even Valerie's screams. (Y/N)'s body felt numb, and she couldn't even say a word anymore. What little energy was left was running out, and her mind became foggy.

As if hitting her weren't enough, Turpin also inflicted cuts on various parts of her body while laughing wildly.

"If you haven't thought of it before, it's time to go to your happy place before you take your last breath," Turpin panted as he continued torturing her.

In the distance (Y/N) could hear Valerie's cries begging Turpin to have some mercy. Turpin's words also drifted away as the seconds passed.

My happy place. My happy place. (Y/N) repeated in her head while she envisioned one of her most treasured memories: the moment Spencer confessed he loved her, and she told him she felt the same.

Oh, Spencer. The love of her life. The man with whom she shared such precious time. So many things she wanted to tell him, but all signs pointed she would never have the chance. Time was running out, and her life was slipping away with every blow, cut, and stab Turpin gave her.

It was better to let herself go and stay in the happy place forever.

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[nicksbestie]

You should do an agereg where little luke has to be baby sat by the other guys and misses caregiver

Babysitting

<33 i loved writing this

word count : 826

warnings : none

enjoy!

Being a caregiver and spending time with your little one was arguably one of your favorite things in the world, and if you could spend your entire life doing it day and night, you would.

But sometimes, it wasn’t possible. You did have to work, and every now and then your schedule lined up horribly with Luke being regressed. So, when this happened, you had to call up one, or multiple, of the other guys in the band to babysit him for a few hours or a day while you work, so that he didn’t have to pull himself out of headspace, and you didn’t have to call out of work. 

Today was one of those unfortunate days where Luke woke up tiny, and you had an early shift. Luckily, you were able to quickly call Michael to see if he was available. He couldn’t come over to watch him, but he and Crystal immediately offered to have Luke come spend the day at their house. You agreed, quickly packing up most of Luke’s toys, his pacifiers, bottles, onesies, and more, while he ate his cereal, and making a mess of it all over his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, helping him clean up before asking him to grab his shoes. 

“You’re gonna go spend some time with Mike and Crys today while I’m at work, okay, angel?” 

The happy little giggle that left Luke’s mouth was a sound you wished you could’ve recorded and played on loop. You loved him so much, and him being happy with the situation of the day took a lot of stress off your shoulders. 

About thirty minutes later, you had dropped off Luke with Michael and Crystal, him running into the house and nearly knocking Crystal over. He had barely noticed you giving him a hug and kiss when you were leaving, too busy playing with toys the couple had kept for him. Normally, you would be offended, but now, you were so happy that he was okay and ready for the day.

—

You were four hours into a six hour shift, and were wishing you could go home. The day hadn’t been difficult, especially due to the help with babysitting Luke, but you were still tired, and missed your baby. And it turned out, he missed you just as much, because about four minutes later, your phone rang with a FaceTime call. You excused yourself for a short walk around the building, quickly answering the call, only to see a worried Michael with a sobbing Luke. 

“Oh, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” 

Luke only continued to cry, shaking his head. Michael shrugged. 

“We don’t know. He all of a sudden burst into tears, and this has been going on for about thirty minutes. He won’t eat a snack, he doesn’t wanna play, he’s just crying. We figured he might open up to you a bit more.” 

Your face was soft, giving Luke a sad look. 

“What is it, little angel? Did something happen?” 

He just shook his head again, pointing at you through the camera. 

Okay, so he’s non-verbal.

“Me, baby? Do you miss me, bubba?” 

He frantically nodded, bursting into a fresh wave of sobs, hugging tight to Michael. Michael wrapped his arms around him, gently rocking him while he rustled his hair. Luke slipped his thumb into his mouth, and gently began suckling on it. 

“Baby boy, can you go get your paci and your bottle?”

Luke nodded, running out of frame to get his items. You spoke to Michael while Luke was gone into the other room.

“Get him a bottle, and try to get him down for a nap. He’ll argue about sleeping, gently reassure him that I’ll be home when he wakes up. He should sleep for about an hour and a half, maybe more.” 

Continuing your instructions, Luke wanders back in, baby blue paci pressed into his mouth as he rubs his eyes sleepily. He pushes his bottle into Michael, “Bubba”’s hand, making grabby hands for the phone. After it was handed to him, he pressed his lips onto the camera, giving you a “kiss”.

“Awww, somebody’s tired, aren’t they, bub?” 

A soft nod from Luke, and Michael easily wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“C’mon, buddy. Let’s say bye bye to Mommy, and we’ll see her after your nap!” 

Luke gave a half wave, yawning as Michael hung up with a promise that Luke would be just fine. And he was. When you got back to their house soon after work, Luke was curled up with Crystal, still fast asleep but woke up as soon as Mommy rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. He was immediately scrambling into your arms as soon as he realized who was holding him. Thanking Michael and Crystal for watching him, you two headed home and he spent the rest of his evening in your arms.

[pleaseleavemealonebye]

Just the Facts: The story of how Claire Temple met Nick Fury.

Get ready for a lot of parenthesis and unknowns.

The story of Claire Temple’s first meeting with Nick Fury was a legend in the hero community. No one exactly knew the full story–at least, no one who would talk–but everyone knew the basics.

It started on Monday a week prior with Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock. They'd been working on a drug trafficking case together, and they'd somehow attracted the attention of some SHIELD agents. Matt did the smart thing and ran. Jessica did not.

(Jessica would later claim that what happened next was entirely Matt's fault. Matt would deny this on principle.)

Jessica was arrested. Her cursing could be heard for three blocks.

Matt called Misty and Brett almost immediately after. They reported that Jessica wasn’t in the system. Her entire record was gone. Matt called in Karen and Malcolm to help look for her. Karen and Malcolm didn’t find anything. To the entire world, Jessica had vanished off the face of the earth. Following this revelation, Matt went looking for her as Daredevil.

He and Luke searched pretty much all of New York. They met a hero they had previously never heard of, and did not find any trace of Jessica.

The hero they met: Kate Bishop. She listened to their explanation, and called Clint Barton. Clint called one of his friends in SHIELD (It is unknown to this day who exactly he called, and the subject is hotly debated) and by Tuesday, they had a location: a SHIELD front in lower Manhattan.

What happened next is, once again, debated. What’s known is that Matt went to the location; Luke vehemently denies being there but security footage showed a man matching his description in the fight; Kate was there, though whether she was specifically working with Matt or was just in the area is presently unclear.

What is known is that at 2:05 AM on Wednesday, Matt passed out bleeding on the doorstep of Claire’s apartment, still in his Daredevil costume. She stitched him up and interrogated him.

(Matt would later claim he never told her anything, but it is widely agreed that he absolutely did. Claire would never speak of anything to do with this story, however, so it is impossible to verify.)

Matt (allegedly) explained that something had gone wrong in the mission. He was heavily concussed and passed out before he could get through his explanation. Claire showed up at her clinic an hour later, Matt in tow. A few nurses treated him, and Claire called every hero she knew.

By Thursday, every SHIELD agent in the city had Punisher, Luke Cage, both Iron Fists, Spider-Man, and a very injured Daredevil breathing down their neck.

Early in the morning on Friday, Jessica showed up at Alias Investigations, entirely sober and thoroughly pissed off about it. Malcolm was there when she arrived, and called in the team. Jessica busied herself by getting drunk while the rest of the Defenders, Punisher, Spider-Man, and an overly invested Kate Bishop raced to the office.

Jessica explained, after three glasses of whiskey and a cup of coffee, that she’d been arrested by SHIELD, broke two agents’ ribs, nearly got away before she was tranqed and woke up in prison. She slept for a while, was yelled at by a guy with an eyepatch, then woke up in a cab in front of her office.

No one knew off the top of their heads who the eyepatch guy was, unfortunately. SHIELD was very bad at keeping secrets, but the identity of its director was the one secret they were actually capable of keeping. Luckily, Kate, who had been live-tweeting this whole ordeal, did a few google searches and came away with the conclusion that the guy with the eyepatch was definitely Nick Fury.

With a target in mind, Jessica left, with the entirety of the Defenders following her.

(The general collection of the two days are a vague mess of tall tales and rumors. For the sake of the narrative, the most interesting stories are listed below.

Kate got into a fight with Spider-Man after she claimed The Godfather was overrated. This ended with both of them being thrown off a roof.

Matt passed out three times. All three times, either Luke or Iron Fist wound up dragging him to Claire’s clinic; all three times, Matt escaped out a window before Claire could treat him.

J. Jonah Jamison alleged that the increased patrols by heroes constituted a hostile takeover. Three of his billboards were found defaced the next day. The culprit remains at large, and suspects range from Foggy Nelson to Deadpool to the Punisher.

At no point were any Avengers informed of this, with the exception of Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, who made a bet about how long their teammates would remain oblivious. Natasha won.)

At some point on Friday, Melinda May (allegedly) called Nick Fury (allegedly) on behalf of Phil Coulson (allegedly) and told him to leave New York alone (allegedly) and threatened to inform both Quake and the Avengers (allegedly). Fury took her threat seriously, and tracked down Jessica Jones. He found out that she, as well as several other heroes, frequented Claire’s clinic. It is unknown if he knew Claire was the vigilante docotr Night Nurse when he went to Claire’s clinic.

Fury was met by Matt, Luke, Jessica, both Iron Fists, Kate, Clint, Natasha, Misty, Brett, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Frank, Spider-Man, and Ms. Marvel (it is unknown precisely why she was there, but the most prevelant theory is that she followed Kate on twitter), all of which were led by Caire Temple. Luke and Matt had to remove Jessica from the room to keep her from killing him. 

Claire asked Fury who he was. He responded, somewhat sarcastically, by saying, “In charge.”

Some arguing ensued (no one remembered the specific words said, but they all agreed that Claire and Fury were yelling at each other, and no one else could get a word in edgewise.)

This ended when Fury said, “I don’t have to answer to a goddamn nurse.”

The entire room went silent. Everyone turned to Claire. For a moment, Claire just stared at him. A later account by Luke Cage would say that she, “looked like she was planning a homicide.”

“Everybody,” Claire said in a dark tone no one had ever heard her use before, “get out. You stay,” she added, jabbing a finger in Fury’s direction.

It is unknown what exactly was said in that room. Claire and Fury both refuse to say anything on the matter. What is known is that after leaving that room, Fury was apologizing profusely, and SHIELD stayed the hell out of New York for months.

*This is probably one of the worst things I have ever written, and I refuse to apologize for it.*

[tagthescullion]

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: T Summary: Luke’s quest companion is dead. He’s alone, defeated, and not too far from Los Angeles, where Thalia’s estranged mother lives. Angry and hurt by Beryl’s indifference towards her late daughter’s fate, Luke might take justice into his own hands.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Hiking

Luke woke with a start. He felt groggy, and confused.

The sky outside was a bright shade of blue, but the sun was low enough that he guessed it was around six or seven in the evening, still light in summer. 

He recognised Los Angeles at once. Modern to his Connecticut-born self, the houses with their flat roofs, and dry-land plants on their gardens. 

And it was dirty. Big cities were always filthy. 

Downtown LA wasn’t the most exclusive part of the city, but there were a few metropolitan buses he could choose from. 

Nicking a TAP Card from a passerby was easy, trying to come up with a route that led to Beryl Grace’s home, not so much.

He’d never taken a bus or metro in LA, and the bus stop didn’t have a map showing routes. There were a couple of buses that mentioned Santa Monica, another that would leave him in the B line of the metro. He thought being the son of the god of travels, his brain might as well come haywired to find the shortest route in any place he was in, but unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case.

He was lucky a lady waiting in the bus stop took pity on him and gave him a hand.

“You take number 16 to West Hollywood, the walk to Beverly Hills isn’t long, but you can take another bus there, if you want,” she said after Luke told her his destination. “It’s a long while, though, darling, you’ll have to be patient.”

She surely said so because of Luke’s incessant pacing.

After sleeping for almost nine hours on the bus, he’d felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. He didn’t want to be still, but he forced himself to keep calm, if only to avoid inconveniencing the woman who’d helped him.

He took the bus the lady pointed for him, and, indeed, waited for what felt like ages. 

He got off almost on the mark, only two or so stops before he should have. It didn’t matter, though, he appreciated the chance to let off some energy.

Once again, he wasn’t exactly sure how to get to Don Vicente Road. 

This time, he swallowed his pride and asked a man tending to a newspaper stand.

“Not far off, son,” the guy told him cheerfully. “Off that street, ten minutes until you see a cul-de-sac to your left. After that it’s the next street.”

Luke thanked him by buying a sudoku magazine with the change he’d got the night before. 

While walking on itself made Luke calmer, the destination had him on edge. 

He couldn’t help but think that he was overstepping somehow. Sure, he owed Thalia to tell her mother what had happened. But there was no reason for which Beryl herself would even agree to see him.

What if her newest paramour was there? That would be awkward. Luke didn’t do awkward. 

He took calming breaths as he trotted uphill. He tried to ease the wrinkles in his stolen shirt, and he tried to comb his hair with his fingers. 

He found number 56. It was an apartment building, not too tall, maybe 12 floors at most. Glass banisters on the balconies, lots of light in the lobby, and a dishevelled doorman who hurried towards the desk when Luke walked in.

“How can I help you?” The doorman asked, giving Luke a once-over. 

“I’m here to see Beryl Grace,” Luke replied. “I’m a friend of her daughter’s, she used to live here a long time ago.”

The doorman raised an eyebrow.

“Has her father grown tired of her?” He asked. “He wants to send her back?”

“Her father—?” Luke began. 

“Beryl Grace’s daughter,” the doorman said slowly. “Gone to live with her father, off to the East Coast after the whole ordeal with the boy.”

Luke frowned. Gone to live with her father. That was what Beryl had invented to avoid a scandal? And what did he mean the boy?

The doorman was eyeing him mistrustfully. If Luke wanted to sound convincing he’d have to guess what the woman had come up with exactly to explain her daughter’s sudden disappearance. 

“Yeah,” he said. “New York. She went to a tutor, not her father, actually.”

The doorman nodded as if it was a common occurrence for parents to send off their children to strangers on the other side of the country.

Or, perhaps, he just wasn’t impressed with Beryl’s parenting skills. 

“What do you want from her?” The doorman asked. “She won’t be giving you any money for that girl, if that’s what she’s after, sending you here.”

“I don’t want her money,” Luke scoffed. “And neither does Thalia. She didn’t send me. She’s—” he took a deep, steading breath. “I have to talk to Beryl Grace about Thalia.”

The doorman shrugged. He picked up the phone on the desk and waited. 

He gave look a curious glance. “What’s with the stick?”

Luke followed his eyes to his sword. 

“I was hiking.”

The doorman made a face. “Be careful with the trekking paths around here, they’re death traps, most of them.”

“I’ll be careful,” Luke assured him.

Someone picked up on the other side of the phone. 

“Miss Grace?” The doorman said. “Very sorry to disturb you ma’am, yes. There’s a young man here.” A pause as he listened. “His name is—”

“Derek Hoffmann,” Luke provided. 

He had to repress a wince as he said it, but it would do him no favors to give his real name. He hoped Derek didn’t care. 

The doorman repeated it on the line.

“She won’t know me by name,” Luke said. “Tell her I’m here about Thalia.”

“Says he’s here about your daughter Thalia,” the doorman told Beryl. “All the way from New York.”

“Tell her I’m here on behalf of Thalia’s father,” Luke lied. “He sent me with a message.”

Apparently that got Beryl Grace curious enough to let a stranger into her home, for a minute later Luke was on an elevator, going up towards the building’s penthouse.

He’d never been in a penthouse before, using a key to open an elevator door felt so pretentious to him. Just get an entrance hall like everybody else.

The metal doors slid open to reveal a huge living room. Floor to ceiling glass windows, soft carpets, the air was cool and dry. If it weren’t for the dark stains on the cream carpet, and the crammed furniture —piled-up old magazines, plates and glasses everywhere—, it might’ve looked like the kind of home Ikea loved to publicise. Cold and unloving. 

“Derek,” a raspy voice said to his right. “Somehow, you don’t look like Zeus sent you to tell me anything.”

[5sosxqueen]

Luke Appendicitis

~Part 1~ , Part 2 >

I have been busy the past few days. I am trying to maintain the schedule, but it can be difficult. Apologies if it happens in the future. I'll try to do better.

I am also aware now of the inaccuracies of this story/part.

Warnings: graphic depictions of illness, vomiting, scat, blood, mentions of hospital

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Jan 26, 2018

Word Count: 1537

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 1:

Luke's POV:

     "Ash... Hey Ash..." I feel bad for trying to wake anyone up. It's only 1:46am, but I haven't been able to go to sleep due to some mild stomach cramps. It's not really that they hurt really bad because they are so dull. I just really want someone with me right now. "Ashhtoon..."

     "Mmm, what Luke... Go back to bed..." Ashton groaned as I woke him up from his beauty sleep.

     "I haven't been to sleep. I feel kind of poorly Ashy..." That woke him up.

     "Awe Luke, what's wrong?" He got up from his bunk and walked over to mine and sat on it. I instantaneously snuggled onto his lap when he leaned back into the wall.

     "My tummy hurts."I stated plainly.

     "Buddy, you're going to have to give me a little more information than that. Are you nauseous at all? Or does it just hurt?" Now that he mentioned it I did have a small ball of nausea starting to form in the pit of my stomach. I sighed.

     "Bit of both, although neither of them are bad at the moment. Can I have some water?" Ash smiled down at me.

     "Of course babe. How about I bring you some toast as well?" I hestatantly agreed, although putting food in my stomach wasn't my current idea of fun. Ashton sent into the kitchen and put the toast into the toaster before grabbing a water bottle and waiting for that dreaded, obnoxious, pop of the toaster. Once it did he placed them on a paper plate and came back over to me.

     "Thank you." I reluctantly took a small bite out of one of the slices of toast and smiled lightly up to Ashton.

     "Welcome." He said returning the small gesture. "So you said you haven't been to sleep yet. Has this pain been keeping you up all night." I nodded taking another few bites of the toast. I ate one piece before I felt entirely too full.

     "I'm done Ashy. Sorry." I pushed the plate away. I took a couple small sips of the water.

     "It's fine Luke it's just some bread, it's no big deal. So how long have you been having these cramps now? I mean it's about to be 2:10am." He looked at his phone mid sentence.

     "I believe it started around 7pm, but I'm not super sure of the time." I suddenly felt the need to use the bathroom, which was great, just one more problem added to the list. I sighed and sat up slowly raising myself up from the bunk. "I'll be back I have to go to the bathroom." I briskly walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I quickly pulled my pants down and let them pool at my ankles. As soon as I sat down my bowels began to release themselves. Eating even one slice of toast hadn't helped my stomach any. I felt worse, if anything. The pain in my stomach was quite worse and I felt kind of gaggy.

     I pulled the small bin next to me onto my lap just in case my stomach decided to reject the small amount of substance. Unfortunately, as soon as I did that my nausea skyrocketed and I found myself breathing heavily over the bin. My mouth started to water and I held my mouth open letting the salivia string and fall into the bin. I gagged and cocked my head to the side, trying everything not to be sick. I took deep breaths and rubbed my stomach, but neither seemed to be working. I gagged again, only this one leading to a wretch. I heard a semi panicked tapping on the bathroom door and Ashton asking he could come in. Before I could answer I wretched harshly. Ash took that as a yes, I suppose, because he was at my side in an instant. He rubbed my back as I gagged. I felt bile rushing up my throat and I tightened my grip onto the bin as I heaved up what little I consumed. "Damn Luke... Get it up bud, you're ok." Just then I saw the door crack open a bit at the corner of my eye.

     "Is he ok?" I heard Michael ask.

     "I mean, I think he will be, but he's pretty sick right now." Ash answered grimly.

     "Do you guys need any help?" I heaved again just after the question. "I'm opening the door." He popped his head in. I didn't really care about my best friends seeing me on the toilet, it's not like they haven't seen my junk before. "Man buddy, you've got it bad don't you?" I nodded slightly, still overly nauseous. "Hey Ash would you like to go back to sleep? I can watch him for a little while?" Ash looked over to me and I nodded. I did want to Ash, but I knew he needed sleep as well.

     I'm still breathing heavily over the bin. "Sorry I woke you up Michael. Please tell me I didn't wake up Calum as well." I said slightly out of breathe looking up and the nausea passed slightly.

     "No buddy, we woke up on our own." I put my head in my hands after placing the bin down and sighed. I knew he was just saying that to make me feel better. "And besides, even if you did wake us, it wouldn't have mattered because we would still take care of you."

     "But you still need sleep. No one else should be suffering along with me by staying up." Michael crouched down.

     "Luke we don't care if we get sleep or not. We truthfully I just want you to get better. Even if it means staying up all night." I nodded before quickly grimacing as sharp pain and nausea crept over my stomach. I was forced to grab the bin yet again. I didn't even have a chance to get it into my lap, before I was vomiting into it. Michael rubbed my back as I was sick. "You're ok Luke."

     I was in the bathroom for about 2  hours, before I got a break. Once I got a break most of my head back up. "Why does my stomach hurt so much?" I was in so much pain after throwing up for the 9th time. "This fucking hurts... Gaaaahhh Michael...mmm..." I screamed and cried as a bad cramp ripped through my stomach. Both Ashton and Calum ran into the room.

     "Luke, I need you to tell me where it hurts. I want to call Matt, and tell him to come here. We need to go to the hospital." My breathing was ragid and painful. Each breath was causing my stomach to feel like it was being torn open. I was whimpering shakily with each breath. "Luke! Hey buddy come on tell me. Point if you have to, but I need to know?" Pointed to the left side of my stomach and Ash suddenly had a look of confusion etched onto his face. "That's -but... The appendix is always on the right side... Hmmm. Luke lift up your shirt for me buddy." I lifted up my shirt carefully not as to not touch my stomach.

     "Mmmmm Ashyyyy.... It hurts.." Ashton's eyes grew wide with panic and Calum ran back in and told us Matt was on his way.

     "You see this redness and the swelling... That signifies appendicitis, but-" I bawled my heart out at hearing that. "Listen to my buddy it might not be, but we need to get you to the-"

     "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUCKING SHIT..... Owwwwwowowow." I was panicking as the pain in my gut escalated to a pain I couldn't imagine even in my wildest dreams.

     "Step on it Matt!!!" Calum yelled into the receiver of his phone as I continued to scream. I suddenly jerked forward slightly, bloody bile pouring out of my mouth. "Fuck Matt hurry!" He and Michael were crying now Ashton was the only one semi collected since he had an idea as to what was going on, but he was still mumbling something.

     Within 5 minutes Matt came running in. Matt scrambled to pick me up, being as gental as possible and everyone piled into the van, rather than his car. The hospital was only a 10 minute drive away, luckily, but we needed to get there as fast as humanly possible. "F-feel so sick A-Ashyy..." I leaned over the side of the seat and vomited. This time it was different.

     "Shit Matt blood... A lot of it... Hurry!!" Ash and Michael both yelled. I rolled back onto my back, knowing I would not be able to keep myself from falling forward any longer. I was coughing up more blood and it splattered onto my shirt, along with the blood and bile that was already on it. Everyone felt so helpless. If they moved me the wrong way it could cause me to pass out. I was honestly already on the verge of doing so without any help.

     "Luke, hey no keep your eyes open!" Michael yelled with tears in his eyes. I closed my eyes for a moment and the pain finally went away.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

(Based on the prompt: What if Luke was captured on Hoth?)

The room was dark when Luke woke. That, in and of itself, was unusual. The medical bay in Echo Base was always painfully bright. Luke squinted through the thick bacta and tried to make out his surroundings. Why was the room so dark?

Luke thought he remembered warning sirens pulsing faintly through the tank. A sense of fear and urgency. Had they cut the power to hide from a probe? No...that didn't feel right. This place was too empty. Han and Leia and Chewie weren't here watching over him, as they had been since Han found him in the snow. They wouldn't have left him if-

...if everything was okay.

Despite the warmth of the bacta around him, Luke realized that he felt cold. Maybe he was still in the base. But then, where was everyone else? Had he been left behind?

They wouldn't leave him!

...would they?

The increase in his heartrate sounded an alarm on the outer controls of the tank. All at once, the bacta began to drain out, and the harness rose. Relief washed over Luke. Obviously someone had to still be here, or nobody would have noticed the heart monitor. It was probably 2-1B. He couldn't really sense droids, after all. The medical droid would know what was going on.

A wave of heat staggered him as soon as his bare feet touched the ground. At a control panel beside the tank, a jet black Artoo unit hooted at him in a suspiciously judgmental manner.

This was not Echo Base.

This isn't right...

Luke swallowed, grimaced, and spat out a bit of bacta that had gotten under the oxygen mask.

"Droid!" a harsh, modulated voice barked, "Why did you release the subject without authorization?"

Luke whirled to find a guard in crimson robes entering through a door behind the tank. His heart sank when he recognized the design of the uniform.

Empire.

Oh no. No no please, Force no!

He had been captured.

But then, why would they let him heal? He had a pretty high price on his head! Usually Imps were scrambling to kill him, not heal his wounds.

"Put him back under. Now!" The guard approached slowly, brandishing a spear at Luke. "You. Hands where I can see them."

Luke backed away, on the verge of panic. Where was he? What had they done to his friends? Why was he unhurt?!

"What the kriff is going on?" he croaked.

Watch him, watch his movements. If that spear isn't electrified, maybe I can grab it...

"You aren't here to ask questions, Rebel, you're here to answer them. Get back in the tank before I give you a reason to need the bacta," the guard snapped.

He swung his spear closer, and Luke jumped back. His bare shoulders collided with a tank wall, and the Artoo shrieked at him in dismay. A swift glance behind him revealed that Luke had not backed into the same tank he'd come out of.

There was a second tank beside his, and it was still occupied.

Luke felt the cold again, as if the tank had been filled with ice water. Inside the cloudy liquid, a battered figure seemed to hang frozen. The figure's limbs ended abruptly in scarred amputations that looked old, but aggravated. Dark contusions spread across what little of the person's torso Luke saw before returning his attention to the guard. Was this someone else they'd been interrogating?

The guard advanced again and held the spear to Luke's throat. "That's enough, Rebel. By rights, you shouldn't even have been brought here! We're wasting perfectly good bacta on scum like you."

Fear and adrenaline swirled together into an indignant mixture not too far off from courage, and Luke spat out, "Yeah, because I'm so eager to walk forward with a karking spear at my throat. You been out in the suns too long? I'm not impaling myself on that!"

The tip of the spear pressed closer, and this time Luke felt a low humming from it that promised a nasty shock if it made contact with his skin. He could almost swear he felt faint amusement in the red guard.

"Well that's what the bacta's for, isn't it?"

A spark arced from the point of the spear, and Luke instinctively jerked his head backward. But the jolt never struck. Luke tried to look, but it was as if the air itself had turned to stone, locking them all in place where they stood. If he strained his eyes, he could just make out the spark, flickering pathetically in midair, never to land. He could breathe, at least, but it was labored and shallow. The guard seemed to be having more trouble than he was -- the only indication to Luke that this was not some kind of paralysis weapon.

"Touch him and your life is forfeit."

The voice was soft, barely audible through the transparisteel of the second bacta tank, but it seemed to ring in their ears all the same. Luke couldn't turn, or shift his eyes far enough to see the speaker, but he could guess who it might be. The other prisoner had awoken. How was he holding them in place? Was it-

Was he a Jedi?

The guard collapsed, and suddenly Luke was free to move again. He turned slowly to look into the tank, barely even noticing that the guard lay where he had fallen, unmoving. The bacta was still cloudy, pumped full of heavy antibacterial solutions. But now that the man's eyes were open, they were impossible to miss. The fiery golden eyes of a dragon pinned Luke in place; they weighed him down with their gaze as surely as if he had been manacled to the floor.

Whoever the other prisoner was, Luke understood instinctively that he was a very dangerous man.

"No harm will come to you while you sleep," the man vowed. He appeared to be making some attempt to soften his dragon's stare, while simultaneously sifting through Luke's very soul. It did not alleviate the young man's fears.

"Thank you...?" Luke managed after several failed attempts at speech. "I can...keep watch while you sleep, if you want." Not that I can help much without my-

The lightsaber.

His father's lightsaber was gone. Was it still in the Rebel base? Or had the Empire taken it? Luke gripped the side of the tank for support. No friends, no weapons, no connection to his father; he had nothing but the shorts he'd been wearing when 2-1B first put him in the bacta tank.

I'm sorry! First Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen, then Ben, now I've failed you too, Father. I'm so sorry!

"Have you failed? Or did Kenobi fail you?" The man in the tank interrupted his thoughts without warning. The cold grew sharper, and shadows crept from the corners of the room to curl around the tanks. Golden eyes burned in the darkness of the occupied tank.

"What?" Luke gasped, pulling away from the tank.

"Sleep, Luke. When you have recovered, there will be much to discuss."

As Luke felt the chill close in on him again, it struck him that the dangerous stranger knew his name. And he spoke it as though he were familiar with Luke.

Luke had questions. But he wasn't sure anymore that he wanted them answered.

[actualbird]

there was only one bed trope for mc + one nxx boy at a time? wheres the challenge in that? what if theres only one bed trope and All Five Of Them are in attendance

how it happens

a series of unfortunate events leads to there being only one bed. the team have to for some reason investigate a several days long event being held at a hotel somewhere, their room bookings get Monumentally Fucked due to all the other bookings happening at the hotel thanks to the event, and when the team arrives they are told that they only have one room. hotel staff says theres no other rooms and the team dont want to make a fuss about it because theyre trying to be lowkey here so they roll with the punches and get to work and they all largely forget about it until the first night rolls around and theyre like

mc: ...

vyn: ...

artem: ...

marius: ...

luke: ...

they have all just noticed there is only one bed

there are FIVE OF THEM

sleeping arrangement negotiations night 1

all four of the boys IMMEDIATELY say that mc should take the bed because of course, of course they do. and mc is like THAT DOESNT SEEM FAIR!!! and also this is a queen size bed, somebody else can fit here. but nobody is gonna let her not sleep on it and also none of the boys want to overstep boundaries, so if shes on the bed, itll Only Be Her. the boys do not let her argue against them so she admits defeat and takes the bed and then shes like.... “how are you guys going to sleep, then?”

in the room, there is also a little sofa and an armchair. luke volunteers to just sleep on the floor and marius isnt gonna lie, he wants the sofa, but also he immediately cannot resist being a shithead and says “artem is old, he needs the back support.” and artem is like “UNPROVOKED?????” and vyn is just happy to make marius face the consequences of his words and says “artem, take the sofa. and marius, following your logic, since i’m second oldest, i’ll take the armchair.” and marius is like “WAIT....”

luke: you can join me on the floor? theres still some space next to me

marius: >:((((( fine >:(((((

and they all go to sleep

mc sleeps perfectly fine the whole night. artem wakes up with a sore leg because hes Tall and the sofa wasnt long enough for his legs so he had to sleep kinda curled up. vyn wakes up with one hell of a crick in his neck, thanks to sleeping in a chair. luke wakes up feeling fine, hes slept in worse places before, but marius is gone? what? where did marius go????

marius woke up in the middle of the night feeling a little bit like he was going to combust because guess what, luke pearce is a sleep cuddler, and marius woke up to luke just Sprawled Over Him. EXTREMELY FLUSTERED, marius leaves the floor and goes to sleep in

the tub in the bathroom

the other 4 quietly go into the bathroom, looking at marius curled up with a blanket and a pillow in the tub, still asleep

luke: wouldnt it be kind of funny if we switched on the shower to wake him up?

mc: dont you dare

marius wakes up while theyre all there and hes like WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE, WHY IS MY SLEEPING A SPECTATOR SPORT???? and then they all scramble to get to work for the day

sleeping arrangements night 2

mc does NOT want to take the bed tonight because as they were working today, she noticed that artem, vyn, and marius have been not so subtly stretching out their respective body parts that ACHE. so shes like “boys, i understand youre all very chivalrous, but i can survive a night not on a bed.” and she uses the same voice she uses in court. THAT! IS! ALL! the other four have been defeated and then they play rock paper scissors for who gets the bed that night while mc watches them and settles onto the sofa.

luke opts out from the rock paper scissors tournament altogether. and vyn wins. artem and marius begin to battle it out for the armchair when mc is like. “guys. another person can fit on the bed.”

artem: ...

marius: ...

artem: i’d really just rather take the floor

marius: i’d go back to the fucking bathtub

vyn: im wounded

marius, squinting: no you arent

vyn: :)

vyn gets the whole bed to himself. artem wins the armchair. marius is on the floor with luke again and this time marius builds a pillow divider between them and when marius explains why luke is like “SORRY, SORRY, I MOVE A LOT IN MY SLEEP” and marius is like “YEAH, I NOTICED” 

they all go to sleep. since mc isnt too tall, she actually sleeps pretty fine on the sofa. artem wakes up and when he stretches his neck it cracks like a glowstick. vyn slept like an angel. luke managed to, in his sleep, bust through the pillow wall and is sprawled over marius once again. marius didnt wake up this time tho, and so mc, vyn, and artem kinda sleepily look at both of them. mc is trying very, very hard tamping down on the urge to get her phone and snap a picture. 

she doesnt get the chance tho because because marius wakes up and sees them all and realizes the Position and hes like DONT YOU GUYS HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO

but thanks to his sudden movement and loud words, luke is woken up and immediately on high alert and he instinctively punches the closest thing

which happens to be. marius

the team rotate their sleeping arrangements as the rest of the nights go by, and by the time the job is done and they all head back to their respective homes, Everybody Is Hurting From Somewhere, thanks to where/how they slept. thats team building!!!!