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i’ve been advocating and speaking out on other social media platforms and protesting, but i feel it’s important to say something on here too.

i feel sick to my stomach every time i see a video of families getting torn apart. there’s way too many people going about their days with the “business as usual” attitude while these horrors ensue.

what’s happening in california right now, and across the u.s., is fucking devastating and downright inhumane. people are literally being kidnapped off the streets. they’re getting detained and deported without due process—even if they do things the “right way.”

ice does not give a single fuck. they don’t care to check if someone is a citizen or not (and, by the way, not being a citizen is not a criminal offense—it’s a civil offense. same fucking thing as not filing your taxes on time or jaywalking across the street). these masked men are racially profiling people and targeting anybody who looks Hispanic / Latino without giving people a chance to show any form of identification or ask for a warrant from a judge, etc. before they’re detained.

our communities are hurting immensely.

a person should not have to live in fear in their own homes or their own communities.

no one is illegal on stolen land.

speaking up for those who cannot speak out on behalf of themselves (especially if you’re white—use your privilege!) and spreading awareness is so detrimentally important, whether it’s how to help these families, sharing resources, directing people to immigration lawyers who can help, protecting those who cannot protect themselves, protesting, or advocating for them.

if you’re in the u.s. and you’re not speaking up because this doesn’t affect you personally, you really need to check your privilege. don’t get too comfortable, because i can guarantee people notice when you’re silent. silence is complicity.

one last thing: fuck 47, fuck ice, and fuck anyone who voted for that piece of shit. i hope guilt eats you motherfuckers alive.

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poisoned mercury | supercut

set in an alternate universe where luke and five star's relationship didn't make it past camp half blood.

or

luke and five star make their way back to each other in any and every universe.

series masterlist | smau masterlist | alternate universe masterlist

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two weeks before

"thank you, new orleans!" luke spoke into the microphone, sweat dripping down from his forehead. he grinned widely as he looked out into the crowd, hundreds of poisoned mercury fans grinning right back at him. "you have been such a great crowd. thank you for having us. we're poisoned mercury!"

travis ran down to the front of the stage, playfully bumping connor with his hip as he reached an arm around his brother. chris took his usual spot to luke's left and connor to his right. the four of them took their final bow before getting off the stage.

luke, as he always did, made a beeline for his phone, sitting untouched on top of an extra amp they kept backstage. his fingers seamlessly navigated his phone, muscle memory taking over as he scrolled to the phone app and clicked on your contact.

he placed the phone to his ear, waiting for the rings to end and for your voice to echo through the phone. when he was met by the sound of your voicemail, luke tried his best not to let his heart drop to his stomach. it was late after all and he knew you kept a strict schedule during the school year to stay on top of your school work and field hockey.

he patiently waited for the beep at the end of your voicemail before he started speaking, "hey five star. you're probably asleep right now, so you won't hear this 'til the morning but i miss you lots, baby!"

luke swiped his forehead with a towel someone handed him, grimacing as the scratchy cloth rubbed across his skin, "we just finished playing in new orleans and the energy was electric. if you have time, i think we should go here for mardi gras. it can be like a whole group trip. kinda like camp, but with a lot more alcohol and beads, i guess."

he laughed at his last sentence. he didn't know where this voicemail was going. he was hoping to speak to you, so he didn't really have anything planned. "i can't wait to talk to you, babe. i feel like we haven't talked in forever. i know we text but it's not the same, y'know? i miss your voic-"

"castellan, who are you talking to?" travis hollered, dragging chris and connor with him to where luke stood in the corner. "is it y/n? why did i even ask? of course it is!"

luke let out a laugh, removing the phone from his ear, as he replied to his bandmate, "i got her voicemail."

"y/n!" connor yelled through the phone, "we miss you! wish you and clar were here."

"i think you guys should just drop out and travel the world with us," travis added, "mr. d won't mind."

"don't listen to this high school drop out, y/n," chris scoffed, "someone's gotta have the brains in your relationship and we both know luke isn't the one to have it."

"hey, fuck you!" luke snorted, a joking tone in his voice. "you highjack my call with my girlfriend and then you insult me?"

shaking his head, luke shoved his friends away with a smile before putting the phone back up to his ear, "sorry, five star. too much adrenaline here. but i just wanted to call to tell you i missed you. i'll end this super unnecessarily long voicemail now. talk soon, baby. i love you."

the day of

it had only been two hours since you ended things with luke and he already felt like his world was falling apart. had he been so blinded all this time to realize that your heart wasn't in this anymore? was he so preoccupied with everything that he hadn't been paying attention to you anymore?

the conversation lasted maybe three minutes-- a series of rushed texts from his end while the three dots on your text threads appeared and disappeared every few seconds. as he scrolled through your text history, luke cringed at the amount of blue blocks on the screen.

his thumb hovered over the call button on your contact. maybe if he just called you, the two of you could talk it out, get to the bottom of things. with a false sense of confidence, luke pressed the button and clicked the speaker icon. he put his head in his hands, silently praying that you'd at least answer the phone.

he glanced at the door of the tour bus, looking for a sign that the boys had returned from picking up dinner at the olive garden across the street. luke let out a sigh of relief that they were nowhere to be found. this wasn't really a conversation he wanted them to overhear.

the dial tones seemed to mock luke. it felt like an eternity, the ear piercing sound of a phone ringing filled the silence in the bus. luke scrunched his face up in defeat when the ringing stopped and the automated voice on your voicemail hit his ears. it was a sound he became acquainted with over the past few days.

with a shaky sigh, he began to speak after the tone, "hey, i don't know if you'll get this voicemail, but can you call me if you do?"

"this can't be it, five star," luke gulped, "i just-- can we talk? i feel like this is too big of a conversation to have it through text."

he paused, starting to feel his throat close up as the weight of the situation settled on his shoulders, "call me, yeah? let's talk, five star. take all the time you need. i'll be here. i'll wait as long as you need-- just, make sure to call me, okay? okay, yeah. talk soon."

three weeks after

luke stood outside your dorm building, a pathetic box of stupid memorabilia from the different cities the band played in during the tour clinking as he adjusted his grip. his fingers dialed the all-too-familiar number and held the phone to his ear.

as expected, his call went straight to voicemail. he cleared his throat, recalling the words he recited in his head a million times over. he was prepared this time. "hey, y/n. i-- uhm-- we, the band that is-- we're in north carolina for a few days. which i'm sure you probably know since chris picked clar up this morning, but uhm i have some things for you that i got for you before... y'know."

luke closed his eyes for a second. it's been weeks yet he can't say the words out loud. each time he tried, the words got caught in the back of his throat, suffocating him. "but yeah, i can drop it off or something. i'm actually here outside your dorm and i can't get in since i'm not a student, but i don't wanna leave it outside and have someone take it. i'll probably have someone who lives here leave it at your door or something."

"unless you wanna meet up to pick it up," he added, then shook his head, "it's fine. whatever you wanna do. anyways, we're here til tuesday so just let me know. thanks."

luke groaned as he ended the call, knowing that he went off script. he probably sounded desperate on that voicemail. he felt a bit of comfort knowing that you'll probably never listen to it anyway.

"luke, is that you?"

luke turned around on his way back to his rental car to see clarisse standing outside of the building. she smiled sadly at him, walking towards him with her arms outstretched. luke forced a smile, stretching his arm to greet her, "oh, hey clar."

she gave him a brief hug, looking down at the box in his hand, "what are you doing here?"

"oh, i.." he scratched the back of his neck. "i got these for five- y/n while we were on tour and i wanted to drop it off, but she's not answering my calls. is she home?"

"oh she's actually not staying here while chris is visiting," clarisse explained, her eyes sorrowful, "she's staying with lena. she wanted me and chris to have some time together."

"gothca," luke replied. he cleared his throat, straightening his back, "hey, maybe you can just bring this inside for me? i don't know if she'd want them, but i didn't think i had the right to throw them out since they're technically hers. she can do whatever she wants with them."

"for sure, i can bring it inside," she took a closer look at the random knick-knacks in the box. keychains, magnets, small memorabilia from each city poisoned mercury played in. "do you wanna come in? chris is inside taking a nap but i'm sure he won't mind getting up."

"nah," luke's voice cracked, "you guys enjoy. i'm with him 24/7 so i'm sure he needs a break from me. i know i need a break from him."

clarisse let out a small laugh at luke's attempt at a joke, "okay."

"it was nice to see you, clar."

"you too," she said, "hey, luke?"

"yeah?"

"you guys will work out. i know it."

"sure," luke nodded, hoping that she wouldn't notice the glossiness of his eyes, "we'll come say bye before we hit the road again."

eight months after

luke stumbled out of the packed club, letting out a breath of relief as the chill london air hit his skin. they just played their last of five sold-out shows in london and decided that it warranted a celebration. luke was happy. the band was thriving. they were growing bigger and bigger with each show.

but something felt off. and he knew what.

he was pretty sure you had blocked his number months ago. he hasn't texted you in months, too afraid that his texts would send as green bubbles, confirming his assumptions. he wasn't ready for the confirmation. not yet. maybe not ever.

he managed to make it a few blocks away from the club, finding a small alleyway far enough away from the bustling crowd of drunk 20-somethings singing an off-key rendition of 'vienna' by billy joel.

he leaned against the wall as he mouthed the words of your voicemail tone. "hey five star."

there was no doubt in his mind that his words were slurred. he had too much to drink tonight. his bandmates kept offering him shots and fans in the club bought them some champagne to celebrate. he probably should've stopped drinking four drinks ago.

"i'm in londoooonnnnnnn," he giggled, "wish you were here. the big ben is indeed big. i rode the london eye yesterday with the boys, which i suggest you never do because travis was jumping around in the little pod thing trying to kill us all."

"i think i unlocked a new fear of heights today," he continued, "connor and i went to the touristy market place and had beer-battered fish and chips. it's not good, by the way. the chocolate covered strawberries were killer though. i think you'd like them. ooh, that sounds good right now."

"mmmhm," he hiccuped, "i miss you. i hope you're doing okay. i'm not."

he removed the phone from his ear as he felt it buzzing. chris was calling him. he hit decline and continued his voicemail. "i think i'll always love you. in a few months we'll be broken up longer than we were together. isn't that crazy?"

luke let out a laugh, "man, i sound fucking pathetic, don't i?"

"luke?" chris' voice echoed through the alleyway. his silhouette appeared around the corner. "bro? where are you? i tracked your location and it says you're here!"

luke placed a hand over his phone's speaker, muffling the sound, "i'm here!"

chris appeared, eyes widening as he saw the phone in luke's hand. "dude, who are you calling?"

"hmm, who else?"

chris snatched the phone from his hand, "luke, you promised you wouldn't call her."

"give me my phone back, chris. i need to tell her i love her."

"luke, you need to sto-" chris placed the phone against his ear, shaking his head when he realized it was just your voicemail. he pressed the red button and shoved the phone in his back pocket. "let's get you back to the hotel, yeah? c'mon man."

one year after

"hey, y/n," luke said over the phone, "sorry for calling but i just wanted to let you know that clar and chris locked their phones in their car. i called triple a to unlock the car but that'll take a good 45 minutes to get here. anyways, she needs you to let her back into the dorms later because she lost her id. she said chris will drop her off at like 8? 8:30 maybe?"

"sorry, babe," clarisse yelled, hoping that the phone picked up her voice. "my replacement gets here on monday!"

"she said she's sorry and that her id replacement gets here on monday," luke repeated, just in case you couldn't hear clarisse. "yeah, that's all. around 8 or 8:30, she'll be there. thanks."

1 year, 2 months and 24 days after

unc were national champions again. you were ending your senior year, your final year, as a national champion. luke hasn't stopped smiling since you hit the game winning goal.

he was now in his hotel room, staring blankly at the ceiling, with his thumb hovering over your contact in his phone. he clicked the call button and held his breath.

one ring. two rings. three rings. four rings.

as he was about to give up, thinking he'd hear the automated message again, rustling on the other side of the call made him sit up on his bed.

then, your voice, "luke?"

"five star?"

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poisoned mercury | alternate universe masterlist

meet the band! | silly posts about poisoned mercury au! | poisoned mercury playlists | smau masterlist | series masterlist

set in an alternate universe where luke and five star's relationship didn't make it past camp half blood.

or

luke and five star make their way back to each other in any and every universe.

chapters will not be posted in chronological order.

is it over now? (coming soon): the breakup.

supercut: five voicemails that never reached five star and the one that did.

the black dog: where luke comes to watch the championship game and hopes to get some answers.

more to come!

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wlntersldler in the year of our lord 2025?!?!? 🫵🏼 we missed you bae

wlntrsldler INDEED in the year of our lord 2025 😮‍💨 i missed it here soooo bad

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pov: i come back from a year long hiatus and break five star and luke up

poisoned mercury | the black dog

set in an alternate universe where luke and five star's relationship didn't make it past camp half blood.

or

luke and five star make their way back to each other in any and every universe.

series masterlist | smau masterlist | alternate universe masterlist

--

“hey,” luke said, appearing from behind the wall. you turned around at the sound of his voice, a bit startled as if you didn’t expect to see him there. in truth, you hadn’t expected to see him there. outside of awkward run-ins with the band at random recording studios when you'd visit your dad or short glances at each other every time chris would drop clarisse off at the dorms during their off-weeks, you hadn't interacted with luke castellan.

you gave him a curt nod, “hey.” 

he watched as you stuffed your belongings– a shirt, an extra hoodie, a cap–  into a bag, haphazardly, which was so unlike you.

you were meticulous in everything you did. each game, your moves were calculated, always thinking of game play that was two steps ahead of everybody. he knew because he watched every game he could. your room was always pristine. in camp half blood, you had a system for everything you owned. in college, during those rare moments clarisse let him in your shared dorm (she only let luke in when she knew you were gone), your side of the room was always tidy-- blankets folded neatly at the foot of your bed, pillows fluffed to perfection, sweaters hung neatly on the hooks.

it was odd to him to watch you shove clothes into your bag like this. it made him wonder what other parts of you had changed, what other parts of you he didn't know anymore.

your shoulders were tense, locked in a tight position, a sign that you were unhappy with your performance at today’s practice session. if things were different, he'd walk over to you like he had done a million times before and run his hands down your back– slowly, as if he was undoing the knots in your muscles with the touch of his fingertips. 

“i didn’t come here to watch you lose, you know,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall. 

“huh,” you scoffed, glancing at him over your shoulder, “that's funny because i didn’t think you came here to watch me at all.” 

“oh, don’t give me that,” he spat, taking three steps towards you. “that’s hardly fair, don’t you think?” 

“you wanna know what i think?” you asked, zipping up your bag and slinging one strap over your left shoulder. you were fully facing him now. “i think that it’s really fucked up that you decided to watch this weekend in the first place.” 

“chris was coming to support clar. he asked us to come with him. what was i supposed to do? say no?” 

“yeah, you could’ve.” 

“that's not fair, five star, and you know it,” he sighed, "like it or not, i'm friends with clar and she's dating chris who you know is like a brother to me. of course i'd be here."

you laughed sarcastically, “my point stands. you didn't come here to watch me."

"i can never win with you, can i?" his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "what do you want me to say? do you want me to say that i said yes to chris because i wanted to see you? because i always want to see you?"

"i just want you to tell the truth for once," you shrugged, turning your head to the side as you began to feel tears prick your eyes. it's been a long day. you kept missing the goal each time you tried and the big game is tomorrow. after losing in the semi-finals last year, all you wanted to do was raise the biggest trophy over your head again.

"the truth?" now it was luke's turn to laugh. "that's rich coming from you."

you wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt, "what's that supposed to mean?"

maybe luke was just too far gone at this point because the bite in your voice reminded him of your voice when he first met you. here you were chewing him out and for some ungodly reason, there was fondness blooming in his chest because this was still something he remembers about you. maybe you hadn't changed as much as he thought.

luke shook his head, "it's been a year and i still don't know why you ended things, five star."

"i already told you, luke."

"you didn't though," he replied, taking a tentative step towards you. "and i've given you time and space because i know you like to handle things alone, but i didn't expect days turning into weeks into months and now we're here. it's been a year and i still don't know why things ended between us."

"i told you it just wasn't working out."

"but why?" luke pushed. he bit his tongue for 1 year, 2 months and 23 days. and now that he was in front of you, alone with you, he couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer. he needed to know. he rubbed his face with his palm, "look, i know the timing isn't ideal. i know you have the championship game tomorrow and this conversation is the last thing that you want to have, but fucking hell, five star. put me out of my misery and just tell me you don't love me at all so i can at least stop hoping that you still do."

you looked down at your feet, blades of grass still clinging on your now green-stained socks from when you stumbled on the field once or twice during your personal practice session. your bottom lip wobbled, "i-i need to get some rest. i can't be sleep deprived for tomorrow."

luke blinked. maybe this was it. he took a step back, angling his body in a way that opened up some space for you to see the door out of the locker rooms, an exit in more ways than one. "alright. good luck."

"thank you," your grip on the strap of your bag loosened as you walked past him, the familiar scent of him sending a chill down your spine. "and thank you for being here, whether you're here for me or not."

i'm always here for you, he wanted to say, but he let the words die on his tongue. he watched you reach the door of the locker room before he spoke again, "you're favoring your left leg when you go for a goal."

"what?'" you turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

"you favor your left leg when you go for a goal and it messes with your balance. you lose a little bit of momentum with your aim, makes the goalie see which direction you're shooting from from a mile away," he explained, standing still in the same spot you left him in. "that's why your attempt didn't go in during the shoot out against stanford two weeks ago. she could see where you were aiming. any other time, they wouldn't have had the chance to block you."

you thought back to that game. unc still won, 4-3, at the shoot out, with your attempt being the only one blocked. you'd been dwelling on the mistake since. a soft laugh escaped your lips, not condescending or mean. "you know everything about field hockey now?"

"no," luke cracked a smile. the real one that you fell in love with under the camp half blood sun. "just know you enough i think."

the cold metal of the door stung your skin as you twisted it open. before you left the locker room, you looked at luke, unsurprised when you saw that his eyes never left you. with a shaky breath, you whispered, "i still do."

it took a second for him to understand what you meant, but when he did, his eyes softened. he could've ran up to you then and kissed you the way he's been dreaming of for over a year now. he could've wrapped you up in his arms and held you close until the smell of your skin was imprinted on his. but he knew there was tomorrow to think about and he wasn't selfish enough to make it about him.

"me too," he settled, "see you tomorrow, five star."

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poisoned mercury | the black dog

set in an alternate universe where luke and five star's relationship didn't make it past camp half blood.

or

luke and five star make their way back to each other in any and every universe.

series masterlist | smau masterlist | alternate universe masterlist

--

“hey,” luke said, appearing from behind the wall. you turned around at the sound of his voice, a bit startled as if you didn’t expect to see him there. in truth, you hadn’t expected to see him there. outside of awkward run-ins with the band at random recording studios when you'd visit your dad or short glances at each other every time chris would drop clarisse off at the dorms during their off-weeks, you hadn't interacted with luke castellan.

you gave him a curt nod, “hey.” 

he watched as you stuffed your belongings– a shirt, an extra hoodie, a cap–  into a bag, haphazardly, which was so unlike you.

you were meticulous in everything you did. each game, your moves were calculated, always thinking of game play that was two steps ahead of everybody. he knew because he watched every game he could. your room was always pristine. in camp half blood, you had a system for everything you owned. in college, during those rare moments clarisse let him in your shared dorm (she only let luke in when she knew you were gone), your side of the room was always tidy-- blankets folded neatly at the foot of your bed, pillows fluffed to perfection, sweaters hung neatly on the hooks.

it was odd to him to watch you shove clothes into your bag like this. it made him wonder what other parts of you had changed, what other parts of you he didn't know anymore.

your shoulders were tense, locked in a tight position, a sign that you were unhappy with your performance at today’s practice session. if things were different, he'd walk over to you like he had done a million times before and run his hands down your back– slowly, as if he was undoing the knots in your muscles with the touch of his fingertips. 

“i didn’t come here to watch you lose, you know,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall. 

“huh,” you scoffed, glancing at him over your shoulder, “that's funny because i didn’t think you came here to watch me at all.” 

“oh, don’t give me that,” he spat, taking three steps towards you. “that’s hardly fair, don’t you think?” 

“you wanna know what i think?” you asked, zipping up your bag and slinging one strap over your left shoulder. you were fully facing him now. “i think that it’s really fucked up that you decided to watch this weekend in the first place.” 

“chris was coming to support clar. he asked us to come with him. what was i supposed to do? say no?” 

“yeah, you could’ve.” 

“that's not fair, five star, and you know it,” he sighed, "like it or not, i'm friends with clar and she's dating chris who you know is like a brother to me. of course i'd be here."

you laughed sarcastically, “my point stands. you didn't come here to watch me."

"i can never win with you, can i?" his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "what do you want me to say? do you want me to say that i said yes to chris because i wanted to see you? because i always want to see you?"

"i just want you to tell the truth for once," you shrugged, turning your head to the side as you began to feel tears prick your eyes. it's been a long day. you kept missing the goal each time you tried and the big game is tomorrow. after losing in the semi-finals last year, all you wanted to do was raise the biggest trophy over your head again.

"the truth?" now it was luke's turn to laugh. "that's rich coming from you."

you wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt, "what's that supposed to mean?"

maybe luke was just too far gone at this point because the bite in your voice reminded him of your voice when he first met you. here you were chewing him out and for some ungodly reason, there was fondness blooming in his chest because this was still something he remembers about you. maybe you hadn't changed as much as he thought.

luke shook his head, "it's been a year and i still don't know why you ended things, five star."

"i already told you, luke."

"you didn't though," he replied, taking a tentative step towards you. "and i've given you time and space because i know you like to handle things alone, but i didn't expect days turning into weeks into months and now we're here. it's been a year and i still don't know why things ended between us."

"i told you it just wasn't working out."

"but why?" luke pushed. he bit his tongue for 1 year, 2 months and 23 days. and now that he was in front of you, alone with you, he couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer. he needed to know. he rubbed his face with his palm, "look, i know the timing isn't ideal. i know you have the championship game tomorrow and this conversation is the last thing that you want to have, but fucking hell, five star. put me out of my misery and just tell me you don't love me at all so i can at least stop hoping that you still do."

you looked down at your feet, blades of grass still clinging on your now green-stained socks from when you stumbled on the field once or twice during your personal practice session. your bottom lip wobbled, "i-i need to get some rest. i can't be sleep deprived for tomorrow."

luke blinked. maybe this was it. he took a step back, angling his body in a way that opened up some space for you to see the door out of the locker rooms, an exit in more ways than one. "alright. good luck."

"thank you," your grip on the strap of your bag loosened as you walked past him, the familiar scent of him sending a chill down your spine. "and thank you for being here, whether you're here for me or not."

i'm always here for you, he wanted to say, but he let the words die on his tongue. he watched you reach the door of the locker room before he spoke again, "you're favoring your left leg when you go for a goal."

"what?'" you turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

"you favor your left leg when you go for a goal and it messes with your balance. you lose a little bit of momentum with your aim, makes the goalie see which direction you're shooting from from a mile away," he explained, standing still in the same spot you left him in. "that's why your attempt didn't go in during the shoot out against stanford two weeks ago. she could see where you were aiming. any other time, they wouldn't have had the chance to block you."

you thought back to that game. unc still won, 4-3, at the shoot out, with your attempt being the only one blocked. you'd been dwelling on the mistake since. a soft laugh escaped your lips, not condescending or mean. "you know everything about field hockey now?"

"no," luke cracked a smile. the real one that you fell in love with under the camp half blood sun. "just know you enough i think."

the cold metal of the door stung your skin as you twisted it open. before you left the locker room, you looked at luke, unsurprised when you saw that his eyes never left you. with a shaky breath, you whispered, "i still do."

it took a second for him to understand what you meant, but when he did, his eyes softened. he could've ran up to you then and kissed you the way he's been dreaming of for over a year now. he could've wrapped you up in his arms and held you close until the smell of your skin was imprinted on his. but he knew there was tomorrow to think about and he wasn't selfish enough to make it about him.

"me too," he settled, "see you tomorrow, five star."

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heyyy so i was wondering if you'd be okay w me making a camp rock au for obx? just asking cuz i got the inspo from u and if not it's totaly fine, just a question

absolutely!! <3

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no, i dont lose hyperfixations. theyre just moved to a different, slightly less used, shelf in my brain.

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taking some time to come back here today to say that regardless of how disappointed we may be with the results of this election, there are still those who are here and willing to fight tooth and nail for our human rights.

i am exhausted having to explain why women deserve rights, why bipoc people deserve rights, why lgbtqia+ people deserve rights but i will continue to do it because i have the privilege to.

i won’t stop fighting the fight and i know many others who won’t.

oh, and fuck donald trump.

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not to make it political but if ur a trump supporter get off my blog rn and don't fucking come back

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soldier, poet, king | luke castellan

song: soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos

warnings: not canon compliant, struck by inspiration and wrote this in one sitting so it's kinda just me rambling

i. the soldier

luke grew up a gentle child. he was the type of child who showed mercy at everything, at everyone, even when he knew that he held more power than them. and he did have more power than them.

from a young age, he knew he was different. he just didn't know how or why. it wasn't like he could just ask his mother why locked doors suddenly unlocked when he touched the knob, or why he always seemed to get away with stealing an extra cookie at the lunch line, or why he seemed to understand people who gossiped in other languages. not only were these odd talents to have (and yes he used odd because that's what his classmates used to call him) and his mother would probably not know the answers anyway, but his mother was unreliable at best.

luke was a quiet child. he never talked about what life at home was like and nobody ever asked him. after all, he showed up to school showered, dressed, and fed. there were no red flags there. he didn't blame the school for not knowing his living situation. how could they know? but sometimes, nine-year-old luke castellan wished someone bothered to ask.

maybe if they did, luke would tell them about how his mother talked to herself in the middle of the night and seemed to argue with the pictures on the walls. maybe if they did, luke would tell them that his mother didn't recognize him sometimes and that she would scream at the top of her lungs until her body grew tired then she'd sit still at the kitchen table until the sun rose.

or maybe he wouldn't. he didn't want to be a bother to anyone.

luke had never hurt anything until he was nine. up until then, he used to scoop up spiders on a piece of paper and release them into the world. it felt wrong to kill them so he never did. he used to watch his steps on the way home from school in fear of accidentally killing a centipede on the sidewalk. he used to leave food on the porch for the stray animals that passed by his neighborhood.

luke grew up a gentle child. until he fled home.

the first time luke killed something was when he was roaming the forests of massachusetts. he ran out of food days ago and was surviving on the honey bun an old lady at the gas station bought for him. it wasn't the healthiest option, but she assumed that he was starving from a long day at school and took pity on him. luke said his thanks and returned to his journey.

he could see the sun beginning to set behind the trees. in another life, he'd be watching the sunset in a tent with his mom. it would've been a family camping trip. he took a bite of the now stale honey bun and imagined it was a gooey marshmallow that his mom helped him roast over the campfire. as he crumpled the plastic, he heard it-- a scream from a girl.

luke's eyes widened and he raced to where the sound came from, reaching for the pocket knife he stole from the box his mom kept hidden in the attic. she never let him up there, but as luke was packing his things to leave, something told him to disobey his mother.

he found you with your back against a tree, terrified, with a dog-like creature snarling at you. it had two heads, glowing eyes, and what seemed like a million teeth. it turned its heads to look at luke, and the smile that dawned on its face was haunting. luke fumbled with the pocket knife and watched in amazement as it grew into a sword, both silver and gold, and seemed to illuminate underneath the descending rays of the sun.

luke stumbled in his steps as he held the sword tightly in his small hands and he swung. the dog barred its teeth, no doubt upset that luke was putting up a fight. his technique was nonexistent. he just swung and swung until he managed to lay a blow on the creature, and when he'd done enough damage, luke pierced the sword between the dog's two heads and watched it vanish into thin air.

luke dropped the sword by his feet, trying to catch his breath. he'd almost forgotten that you were there, that he did all that to save someone else. it wasn't until you placed a hand on his shoulder that luke was pulled back to life.

"thank you," you whispered. luke got a good look at you then. tear streaks down your face, hair a mess in two thick braids on either side of your head, and eyes that seemed hollow, though the will of wanting to survive fought to keep the traces of you there. "you saved my life."

luke looked down at his feet to find the pocket knife back in its original form. he bent down to pick it up, hands still trembling as he stuffed it in his back pocket. he wiped his sweaty palms against the fabric of his jeans, "i-i've never killed something before."

"me either," you gulped, nodding. "i'm y/n."

luke brushed his stray curls from his forehead, "luke."

ii. the poet

life at camp half blood became repetitive after a while. training, dinner, offerings, and repeat. luke was excited when he became the head counselor of the hermes cabin because at least he had something new to do. he no longer needed to follow you around to fill his time, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss spending so much time with you.

you'd been promoted as the head counselor of your own cabin months before luke, which was overdue in his opinion. you'd grown dependable, strong, and fearless over the years at camp. sometimes luke couldn't believe that you were the same girl who cowered against a hellhound all those years ago.

the life he had before he met you seemed like a lifetime ago, and in some ways, it was. eight years had gone by since he arrived at camp half blood. he's seventeen now. time had taken away many of his memories from his childhood.

"hey soldier," you greeted, bumping his shoulder with your own. "done with your list yet?"

"soldier," he greeted with a bright smile. "just about. want to tag along while i finish up?"

the nickname grew out of a morbid conversation the two of you had a few years ago. it was after you'd just gotten claimed by your parent, the night before you were due to move out of the hermes cabin. luke had found you sitting in the middle of the arena, your sword tossed carelessly on the floor. when you didn't show up to the cabin after lights out, luke knew he had to look for you.

"hey," luke approached you gently, taking the spot beside you. "everything ok?"

you lifted your head, craning your neck to look at him. you shook your head, "no."

his eyebrows furrowed in concern, "what's wrong?"

"i have a quest," you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. "that's why she claimed me."

for years, you found home in the hermes cabin. year by year, you admitted defeat, thinking that your parent would never claim you as theirs. it was painful, watching new arrivals get claimed by their parent while you watched on the sidelines, clapping in celebration. you faked smiles and niceties, but luke knew how much it hurt you.

he'd walk with you back to the hermes cabin and kept you company until you felt better. if he had it his way, he'd stay beside you forever, but he'll be content if he got to stay with you until you didn't want him to anymore. thankfully, that time hadn't come yet.

luke felt anger bubbling in his chest as he scoffed, "all these years... i'm sorry y/n. that's fucked up."

"it's okay, luke."

"it's not, though," he shook his head, "it's not okay that she only wants to claim you because she needs you. what about when you needed her, huh? all those years that she ignored you."

your shoulders deflated. luke was saying all the things you'd been repeating in your head since you've been claimed. "i know, luke, but that's just how the gods are."

"maybe that's the problem," he said. his anger kept increasing, his voice sharpening after each word. he thought about the worst-case scenarios if you left. you could get hurt. you could get trapped somewhere. you could die. the thought of it made luke sick. "maybe the gods need to get a taste of their own medicine. tell me you're not going on that quest."

"i have to."

"then i'll come with you."

you placed a hand on his thigh, "i can't ask you to do that."

"you're not asking. i'm offering."

"no, luke," you sighed, "as much as i would like you there, someone needs to stay here. someone needs to look after annie and the rest of the kids."

"and who's gonna look after you?"

"i'll be okay," you managed to smile, "i can hold my own now. i have the best teacher, remember?"

luke's eyes softened at your words. he'd been teaching you fighting techniques since he was dubbed the best swordsman of camp in centuries. everything he learned, he passed onto you. the life of a demigod was unpredictable outside the walls of camp half blood, and if there came a time when he wouldn't be around, he wanted to make sure you could fend for yourself.

he took your hand in his, tugging on your arm to pull you closer. once you were close enough, he wrapped an arm around you and placed his chin on the top of your head. "i know you can."

there was a silence that fell upon the two of you after that. the two of you sat there beside each other for a beat before you spoke again, "do you think they will ever change?"

"no," luke answered honestly. "we are not their children. we're soldiers to them."

as time passed, the truer those words became. he watched his friends, his siblings, return as a shell of themselves after their quest. he often wondered when he'd be called for his, though he was in no rush. some people were gone for weeks, months, sometimes years, and he couldn't fathom being apart from you for that long.

as he snapped out of his thoughts, you laced your fingers with his, "i'd love to join. i miss your siblings."

luke laughed, "they miss you too. i'm no longer their favorite now that i'm head counselor."

"that's because you never let them have fun," you joked, "fun is good. in moderation."

"hermes kids don't understand the word moderation."

"true," you giggled, running your finger across his knuckles. "chiron is looking for you, by the way. said it's urgent."

luke shrugged, placing a kiss on your temple, "i'm sure it can wait. wanna spend some time with you after finishing up. feels like i haven't seen you in ages."

"we just had breakfast and lunch together, luke," you cocked an eyebrow teasingly, though your grip on his hand tightened. "can't get enough of me?"

"you know the answer to that," he hummed, not deterred by your tone. he never kept it a secret that he'd follow you to the ends of the world if you asked. "but we haven't gotten time with just us two in a while. would like to be able to kiss my girlfriend without campers saying ew."

"the ew's don't seem to bother you that much because you do it anyway."

luke stopped, untangling your fingers so he could hold your face in his hands. he placed a long kiss on your lips, one that left you breathless. "like you said, i can't get enough of you."

iii. the king

the waters were rough tonight. princess andromeda rocked harshly against the current, but luke remained unmoving at the front of the ship. he stared out into the dark waters, thinking back on the memories he had left. kronos was slowly chipping away at all of them, but he held tightly on certain ones because he didn't want to forget.

all of the memories were of you-- the way your skin flushed red after hours training in the arena, the way your hair fell in a tangled mess when you let your hair down, the sound of your laughter when he kissed your neck and his curls tickled your skin. these were things he would fight to remember.

luke thinks a fate more cruel than death would be to forget you.

tomorrow would mark a year since he left camp half blood to lead kronos' army, a year since he last saw you. it seemed trivial to him now to think about the 'what-if's' of his quest, thinking about all that time he would spend without you, only to have it happen anyway. only this time, he knew for certain he wouldn't return again.

life on the ship was vastly different from camp half blood. luke never thought that he'd miss the boring routine, but he did. the only thing that stayed the same was that he remained in power. in camp half blood, he was respected, seen as the leader of the pack. and here, the same can be said. he was kronos' right hand, and until the titan was able to attain his physical form, luke was in charge.

he was the captain of the ship. he was the king. he would bring glory to the demigods.

in the distance, a faint light appeared. luke squinted as he tried to make out the object slowly coming closer. he turned to enter the ship, the room falling silent when he opened the door.

"there's something out there."

chris stood up, approaching luke. he was the only one who dared to address him and luke preferred it that way. chris was his brother. he didn't know the rest of them well.

chris cleared his throat, "we just got word from someone on the inside that they're sending some people to attack us."

"so that's what's out there," luke clenched his jaw, "who did they send?"

"percy, annabeth," chris gulped, "and y/n."

for a moment, luke's demeanor faltered. were you really on your way to fight him? is that what your relationship had come to? luke bit his tongue, trying to control his emotions. he crossed his arms across his chest, "change course now."

another one of the demigods stood up, a puzzled expression on his face, "what? there's only three of them. they're outnumbered. we can take them."

"did i stutter?" luke snarled, "i said change course."

"it doesn't make sense to. changing course will set us back at least. a day!"

"are you in charge?" luke questioned. in his heart, he knew he would pay for this later on. once kronos hears that luke changed the plans without his knowledge, he would suffer but he thinks that whatever torture kronos has in store for him would be less painful than seeing you again.

you were fighting the same war, but you stood on different sides. it was something luke still had trouble coming to terms with.

the boy shook his head, cowering in fear as he made his way out of the room to relay luke's orders to the others. luke turned around and pinched the bridge of his nose before walking back out to the front of the ship. he held onto the railing as the ship turned right, his body jerking with the motion. he always did seem to lose his composure when it came to you. as the ship sailed away, he watched the light he saw in the distance fade into the darkness.

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everyday i wake up in a cold sweat that i met ch*rlie b*shnell at a house party and all i could say was “i like your jacket”

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gq couples quiz inspired one shot with luke and five star is coming soon!!!!!

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poisoned mercury | smau masterlist

series masterlist

the boys visit unc

launching the relationships

stories (after the hard launch)

one year

more to come!

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starting with an smau for now… i need to get back in the zone for written works

thank u all for sticking with me. 🥹🩷🩷

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poisoned mercury | smau: one year!

lukecastell4n posted a story!

one year with my five ⭐️

tagged yn_yln.

yn_yln replied to this story:

yn_yln: i love you so much

yn_yln: i miss you so much

lukecastell4n: im literally in the kitchen making u breakfast

lukecastell4n: i love you more btw

yn_yln: idc about the food come back to bed

lukecastell4n: dont tempt me i will burn the pancakes

yn_yln: i need a kiss

lukecastell4n: 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻 coming

yn_yln: san francisco, new york, boston, and anywhere else you might end up, i’ll be right there by your side. happy one year to us. you’re my favorite person.

im not good with words the way that you are, my poet, but i’ll give you a hundred kisses and a million more to show you how i feel about you.

i love you, pretty boy. here’s to one year and a hundred more.

tagged lukecastell4n.

lukecastell4n: you’re never getting rid of me 🙂‍↕️

yn_yln: i know 😕

travisstoll: LMFAOOOOO

connorstoll: simp 🫵🏼

lukecastell4n: the emoji????? HELLOOOOO????

lukecastell4n: i love you five star. ♾️

yn_yln: i love you more 🩷

chrisr0driguez: imagine JUST BARELY celebrating ur one year 🥱 clarisselarue couldn’t be us!

clarisselarue: tell em baby

yn_yln: OK SORRY I WAS SCARED OF MY FEELINGS FOR HIM

lukecastell4n: yn_yln awww you have feelings for me fr??? 🥹

yn_yln: lukecastell4n i want to break up.

pois0nedmercuryf4n: LOL HER COMMENTS??? i love yn.

iluveluk3: no literally the perfect balance of love and bullying LOLLLLLL

liked by yn_yln.

lukecastell4n: u guys are supposed to be on my side 😀

pois0nedmercuryf4n: lukecastell4n sorry we’re yn stans first!

liked by yn_yln and lukecastell4n.

🎵: glue song by beabadoobee

lukecastell4n: not to be annoying on the main but today is my one year with my favorite person in the world and i need to share it with everyone.

my muse, my love, my forever five star. we’ve been apart more than we’ve been together in person this year but i wouldn’t choose anyone or anything else over you, over us.

the distance is fine for now because we have the rest of forever to be with each other. i love you, five star.

p.s stop looking over my shoulder while i type this.

tagged yn_yln.

yn_yln: how dare you make me cry on our anniversary

yn_yln: you’re evil

yn_yln: fuck i love you so much

lukecastell4n: i love you more you dork stop crying

yn_yln: i just want to make it known that he’s also crying rn

chrisr0driguez: everyone point and laugh at lukecastell4n 🤣🫵🏼

travisstoll: lukecastell4n 🤣🫵🏼

connorstoll: lukecastell4n 🤣🤣🤣🫵🏼

travisstoll: mama y papa

p0isonedmercuryluvr: real

chrisr0driguez: rs, so happy for you bro 🩷 don’t let her go

chrisr0driguez: clar will kill u i think

lukecastell4n: clarisselarue dont worry clar i wouldn’t even dream of it

clarisselarue: good 🥰🔪

p0isonedmercuryfans: happy 1 year to lukecastell4n and yn_yln! thank you yn for giving us bf!luke 🙏🏽

tagged lukecastell4n and yn_yln.

yn_yln: thank u guys!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

liked by p0isonedmercuryfans.

lukeluvr: husband! luke when????

lukecastell4n: soon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

yn_yln: lukecastell4n 🤨🤨

lukecastell4n: gods can’t a guy plan a proposal in peace???

yn_yln: THE TABLOIDS ARE GONNA GO CRAZY WITH THIS ONE

iluvpm: the way luke and yn are probably giggling writing these comments while they’re next to each other rn omg

chrisr0dfan: GOD WHEN IS IT MY TUUUURRRNNNN

pm4ever: no ur so right… sleeping on the highway tn

lukecastell4n: iluvpm u would be correct.

iluvpm: lukecastell4n ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE