Idk If Youre Familiar With Teen Wolf But Could I Request A Fic With Loser!Luke Whos Similar To Stiles

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idk if you’re familiar with teen wolf but could i request a fic with loser!Luke who’s similar to Stiles stilinski and aphrodite!reader is similar to lydia. No one sees that reader is more than a pretty cabin 10 girl and idk i think it would be cute if luke recreates the “hi y/n, you look…like you’re gonna ignore me” ugh loser!luke just gives me too much in my feelings

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I LOVE LOSER LUKE AND TEEN WOLF AHHH

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Has she even looked your way?” Chris asked, listening to his brother's fantasies. The two walked through the woods, bags slung over their shoulders.

“A few times. She talks to me when we spar.” He shrugged, “and when we check cabins together.”

“Mmm… right, and in those few times she’s become interested in you? You have to make some sort of effort.”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” He joked; Chris chuckled.

“Because she’s Aphrodite’s favorite, she’s the most popular girl at camp, almost every guy wants to be with her, and every girl admires her. She beats you in sword fighting from time to time and she’s a God at archery.”

“I still gotta chance. And she does not beat me in sword fighting.” He shrugged, a small smile on his face.

“Mhm..”

He nudged Chris and asked him, “what about you? You got your eyes on anyone?”

“Nah.” He shook his head.

The two continued chatting and walking, when Luke saw someone coming up quickly in the corner of his eye.

Chris nudged him this time, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey y/n, you look…” Luke began to say, but you just walked past him, not acknowledging him.

“Like you’re gonna ignore me.” He mumbled to himself, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment as Chris laughed at him.

“Shut up.” He groaned, rolling his eyes at Chris.

And it was just his luck that you were heading to the same spot as him.

The ocean was a common spot for campers to get away and escape. It was a long walk there but it was worth it, it was beautiful and it was quiet.

But today was Sunday, most kids would be having fun with their friends and taking this day off. You were heading there to practice.

Soon, they had reached it and they saw you already there, ready with your bow in hand. There was a few targets on the trees. They watched you, looking like dears in headlights when you turned to look at them.

“Can I help you..?” You asked them, slightly annoyed.

“No. No. Sorry.” Chris said, grabbing Luke’s arm and dragging him as far as possible and onto the sand.

“She’s so…” he mumbled to himself, as he took off his shirt and turned back to face you. He took off his jeans, his shorts underneath.

You furrowed an eyebrow as you saw him, he messed up your shot as you turned to look at him. Jesus, he was ripped. You thought.

“You have it bad, you know that? She’s not even using charmspeak.” Chris replied. “Turn back around, you look creepy.”

Luke obliged, turning to look at Chris now as he took off his own shirt and jeans, his swimming shorts underneath.

The two raced to the water, jumping in. Luke had won, the two laughing.

You focused on your shooting, however. Trying your best to ignore the pair. They swam around, racing each other while talking loudly. They then sat down on the sand, shaking their heads and wet curls.

You sat down against a tree, downing your water. Chris began talking but Luke wasn't listening. He watched you, and Chris smirked at him.

"Go talk to her."

"What?" he asked, as if it was the craziest thing he's ever heard.

"Go talk to her, man."

"About what?"

"Just talk to her." he shrugged, softly pushing Luke.

"Alright, alright." He said, standing up. and slowly walking towards you. You glanced at him, and he gave you a small smile and sat next to you. You took in a deep breath.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi..."

Now that you were looking at him more closely, he wasn't bad looking, not at all.

"It's uh, y/n, right?"

You nodded. But you knew that he already knew that. "Its Luke, isn't it?"

Holy shit you knew his name. He was trying to contain a smile, his heart raced. He nodded slowly, and you laughed quietly as you noticed him staring at you.

"Well? Did you need something or just my name, gorgeous?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat, and his eyes went wide. Oh my God, you called him gorgeous. He didn't know what to say. You smiled and tilted your head at him, waiting on a response.

"No, sorry." He cleared his throat. "Just... Yeah, I'm gonna go, it was nice talking to you." He said, standing up, and almost tripping as he ran back to Chris.

What an interesting boy, you thought to yourself as you stared at him, and when he turned back you gave him a small smile, a pink tint on his face.

I LOVE UR WRITING SM I'M ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH UR STYLE N HOW YOU WRITE THEM SO IN CHARACTER OMG LIKE I CAN PICTURE ALL OF THEM SAYING THAT N ALL THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS LIKE BABEEEE UR DESCRIPTION GAME IS ON TOPPP (i think i should get sneak peaks too 👀👀)

☆ I WANNA BE YOUR MAN

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” (1.7k)

contains: loser older brother luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. pt 2 of parent trap but can be read standalone ish. guest appearances! rock / metal music references.

kashaf’s note: i think i can call myself a melomaniac now

LUKE CASTELLAN HAS always occupied that in-between space, the no-man’s-land between something and nothing — his indecipherable gaze as his cold, black, and blued knuckles grazed your cheek when he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear swims around your mind endlessly. despite how each thought, each expression, each breath is as familiar to you as your own, you have never quite known where you stand with him, regardless of how quickly he seemed to inhabit a piece of your soul.

the familiar weight of the mixtape that luke made you feels unusually burdensome in your hands, mirroring the heft of the songs on it that you have painstakingly committed to memory, each sleepless night’s offerings of tossing and turning becoming a reoccurring ritual. 

you had popped the tape in your walkman immediately after luke had handed it to you, incognizant of the way his eyes softened as you concentrated on the music, trying to identify the first song. 

“this is that band you like — l.a. guns, right?”

“you’re a regular sherlock,” luke had said, smiling and sarcastic, twisting his silver rings.

“shut up, no i know this song,” you say, tilting your head and snapping your fingers. “its — um — i wanna be yours? nono, don’t make that face at me, asshole, hold on… i wanna be your man?”

hues of pink crept up his cheeks, and you basked in the warmth of his answering crooked grin, the feeling wrapping around you like the caress of a summer night. 

you uselessly stirred the spoon in your now stone-cold cup of chai, leaning across the kitchen table with your head propped up in your other hand. the phone taunts you from its corner on the counter, sitting just by the clear jar of blue cookies, its black hue a beacon among the sea of greens (the cabinets, the tiles — you liked to tell sally that she should try her hand at interior design one of these days) — as of late, the jacksons’ kitchen has become somewhat of a refuge for you. 

you set a steaming china cup down in front of him, listening to the sounds of percy, annabeth, and grover in the living room, pulling out the chair in front of him with a slight creak on the slightly worn wooden floors, and watching him as he taps his fingers along to bob marley’s soft crooning, “little darlin’, stir it up”, lost in his own world.  

“luke,” you say, breaking him out of his revelry.

luke sits up straight, meeting your amused gaze, “yeah?” he asks, reaching for his chai, and mumbling a quiet thanks as he sips it.

“you look kinda stupid when you think,” you say, watching him blink before taking the bait, and hiding your smile of satisfaction behind your cup.

“y’know, this is why you have a black hole for a heart,” he says, grinning crookedly, filling you with an indescribable longing to reach out and trace his grin. 

“what?” you laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“just that you’re mean,” luke says, and the afternoon sun chooses that specific moment to encompass him in its glow, like a kiss from apollo. “and that you’re emo.”

“you literally say this every time, oh my god, i’m not mean or emo.”

“because i’m literally right?”

“you like him,” annabeth says, sympathetically, standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, her braids resting across her shoulders, glancing from your untouched cup to your face, an expression of pity gracing her features. her presence caught you so off guard that you don’t even question where percy ran off to, who was usually attached to annabeth like a conjoined twin. 

“i know,” you say, shivering slightly, the revelation feeling strangely empty, although you suppose the same part of your soul that recognized him had always known, a small inkling reappearing with every argument, and every nudge. 

“he likes you,” annabeth adds matter-of-factly, interrupting your stream of consciousness. 

“i know,” you repeat, picking at the lint on your sweater, and while this revelation is supposed to be shocking, it is also hollow, as you suppose your soul also knew this with every hushed conversation in the dead of night, and the slips of silence that only spoke volumes around him.

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” she turned and stalked back toward the living room.

you sat still for a minute or so, before sighing and putting luke’s mixtape (even in your misery, he is somehow always there) in your walkman, putting your headphones on as axl rose trilled, ‘i said, baby you been lookin' real good’ in his voice that took a while to get used to — something luke gave you a heads up on.

you sighed, conceding to annabeth’s attempts to rewrite whatever fate had pushed the two of you apart, from the hours-long phone calls that dwindled into short, clipped conversations, you can’t necessarily blame annabeth for trying to fashion a phoenix from the ashes of your friendship. 

you stood up, grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair you were sitting upon, and walked into the living room, pausing for a few minutes to watch the scooby doo episode on the screen along with percy, grover, and annabeth, who were currently sprawled across the softly carpeted floor, arguing over monopoly.

“you’re literally cheating,” percy was saying.

“i’m the banker, i’m supposed to be innocent,” annabeth argued back.

“percy, i saw you steal a couple dollars behind annabeth’s back,” grover added, rolling the dice.

“guys,” you said, interrupting their three-way argument, “put on your jackets and shoes, we’re going to the fair in five minutes.”

you ignored the way the troublesome trio exchanged glances, walking through the hallway covered in framed photos of percy and sally, going to wait by the door for them.

“so,” percy says, all-too-innocently, “why the sudden change of plans?” once the four of you are a couple of blocks away from his apartment.

“no reason, just wanted to see what was so hot about the fair,” you say, digging your hands in the pockets of your jacket. once more, you ignore the glances the trio exchange. 

“so it doesn’t have anything to do with a certain curly-haired individual that we’re currently seeing less and less of?”

you keep walking, trying to feign ignorance, although the question was so pointed even you were concerned with percy’s audacity, “what’re you talking about?”

“oh, nothing,” percy smiles. “just the way —”

“— the two of you —”

“— were inseparable —”

“— for a disgustingly long time —”

“— and now you’re not —”

“— but we’re going to the fair because —”

“— his band is playing —”

“— and you’re going to try and fix —”

“— your troubles in paradise.”

you blinked slowly, as the three of them did jazz hands, matching shit-eating grins on all of their faces, “how long did it take for you guys to rehearse that?”

“a week, give or take,” grover says, and annabeth shoots him a glare.

“not the point, the point is, we support you.”

“gee, thanks, all i really needed was the support of three twelve-year-olds.”

“three twelve-year-olds that know you’re stupidly in love with luke castellan,” percy points out.

“okay, y’know what…” you trail off, frowning.

annabeth nudged percy, “not the point here, again.”

“fine, fine, fine,” you huff, as the four of you approach the brightly illuminated fair, looking for the ticket-selling booth, “i’ll buy you guys tickets so you can go hang out on the rides and i’ll go to the concert.”

the three of them nodded happily, making a beeline for the cotton candy stand a few feet away. you shook your head before pushing through the bustling crowd to look for the concert stage. when you finally do find it, after three excuse me’s and four sorry’s, the concert is already in full swing, with what looks like a mini moshpit already forming somewhere near the center.

once you’ve pushed your way to the absolute front, the darkening night sky serving as a backdrop, the harsh lights illuminate all five individuals on the stage, with a gorgeous girl with shaggily-cut hair and a raspy voice singing as lead (thalia? you think you remember luke telling you on the phone late at night once). however, your gaze almost immediately fixed on luke, who was playing a riff on his electric guitar, looking as hot as ever, his crooked grin on full display.

the band is covering l.a. guns’ ‘i wanna be your man’ at the moment, and you’re suddenly very grateful to annabeth for her unsubtle nudges, because you would’ve missed out on this sight of luke castellan, the view of his muscled arms bulging out of his band tee is permanently seared into your memory.

you’re almost sad when the show is over though, finally realizing why luke liked concerts so much, from the crowd surfing to the drumstick tricks during solos (beckendorf, you think the drummer’s name was — luke had mentioned him before) to the lead’s insane vocals, to the girl with long curly hair that stood next to you for most of the concert (probably the band’s most enthusiastic fan), you savored every minute of it. however, you’re glad for the chance to corner luke afterwards, climbing onto the stage as the crowd begins to disperse in waves, and realizing the curly-haired girl was already among the band members packing up their instruments, helping the curly-haired bassist pack his things. 

luke barely looks up at your sudden arrival. “what’re you doing here?” he asks, packing away his guitar.

“i’m here to see you,” you say, trying to drive the hint home.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come see the band if you were busy,” luke says, uncomprehendingly, making eye-contact with you. 

“i like you,” you say insistently.

“c’mon, let’s not kid ourselves right now, you said we’re friends so you don’t have to try to make me feel better,” luke says, shrugging and looking away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i listen to your dumb mixtape every night, luke castellan. does a person who’s not into you do that?”

there is something so raw about the way he looks right now, with his expression stilling as his cheeks are colored in swathes of red. 

smiling at his dumbstruck expression, you surged forward to kiss him, ignoring all the wolf whistles and “get some, castellan” enveloping the two of you, tangling your fingers into his hair, his hands coming to rest upon your hips.

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having thoughts about that part in the tlt musical during 'the last day of summer' when luke's singing about his betrayal and like. "i did everything they ever asked, yeah i did, and for what?" shows his naiveness when he was younger and now after his quest, he returned jaded and disillusioned with the gods, given an old quest and failing at that.

and then the way the music shifts to when he's mirroring percy's earlier lines in good kid, and luke's singing the parallel lines as percy (literally so similar to the tv series the last ep during the intro when luke says look you didn't ask to be a halfblood). and i think that shows so much how luke and percy are so similar but luke was turned by kronos after his quest at his weakest (mentioned above) when he was bitter and abandoned by his dad. and the song really reflects that that difference between him and percy. it has more of a darker and intense feel to it, fitting for the scene of the betrayal, and shows how he's seen how the gods have abandoned the demigods and how in the past he's tried to hard to become a hero and achieve glory but the gods have never done anything for him. and his lines, "it doesn't pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son" really hit so hard because what have his efforts in pleasing the gods gotten him? and he's just blinded by his rage, but his reasoning was completely justified, and kronos took advantage of him. it's late and i'm mourning the tragic hero luke castellan was.

oblivious reader is always so fun

Oh me gosh can you please do a Luke Castellan x reader fic where he’s just so head over heels for her but she’s so clueless and everyone keeps trying to get her to notice but she won’t and like they’re bests friends🤗🤗

tysm for ur request! if you don't mind I tweaked it a bit so its annabeth and percy trying to set up Luke and reader! hope you enjoy!

KISS THE GIRL

word count: 2000

pairing: Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: Even though this is a daughter of poseidon fic, its not part of my future au! for Luke.

MASTERLIST

Percy and Annabeth were standing at the edge of the amphitheatre, talking about something mindless when they spotted you and Luke walking towards the entrance, seeming deeping engaged in conversation. 

Annabeth watched as you laughed at something Luke said and a light blush tinged his cheeks, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Could he get any more obvious?

“Oi, Perce,” She whispered, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” She asked, nudging him to look in the direction of the pair of you. 

“Yeah, I see my sister with Luke, what about it-” It appeared the realisation finally struck him, “Oh my god, are they-?” 

“I don’t know. He’s definitely into her, I know that.” Annabeth mused, inspecting the pair as they grabbed two wooden swords and began sparring together, laughing as they repeatedly dodged and side-stepped the other. 

“He told you that?” Percy asked, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. 

“Well, no. But it’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?” 

Annabeth then gasped in realisation, startling Percy slightly before he realised it was just another one of her epiphanies. 

“We should get them together!” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Isn’t that something you leave up to Aphrodite kids?” Percy asked hesitantly. 

“Battle strategy and romantic strategy aren’t all that different.” She shrugged, before dragging him off to draw up new ‘romantic’ battle plans with her. 

STAGE 1: CONFRONT LUKE

Annabeth’s strategy wasn’t all that complicated, and she was pretty certain the most difficult part would be getting Luke to admit his feelings. But, as it turns out, he cracked pretty quickly. 

“Alright, you got me.” He sighed, holding his hands up in surrender, “I do like her, but can you blame me? I mean, she’s so smart, and beautiful, and kind, and-”

“That’s enough lover boy. Cool it.” Percy said, cutting him off with a groan. As much as he had given Annabeth his blessing to go along with this crazy plan, he still didn’t want to hear Luke gushing about how hot his sister is. 

“Sorry man.” Luke chuckled awkwardly, before the pair of boys turned back to Annabeth to lead the conversation. 

“So, now that you’ve admitted it, we need to start brainstorming how we’re gonna get you guys together.” She said, clapping her hands together and producing a roll of paper, with a long list of ideas that she promptly began to read out. 

The list ranged from pretty normal things like ‘take her out on a picnic’ to insane stuff like ‘bring her a monster's head as a gift’. Luke wasn’t so sure you would be a fan of that one, but he had to admit all the other items were pretty good ideas. 

“So what do you suggest, Annie? Work our way down the list?” Luke asked, and his little sister nodded, before outlining which ones she thought would be best. 

“We should start small, you don’t wanna freak her out,” She consulted the list again, thinking to herself, “Ah, here we go, ‘Give her a compliment’.” 

“Ok, I think I can do that.” Luke grinned, his head immediately flooded with things that he loved about you. 

“Just don’t make it weird, or I’ll revoke my blessing.” Percy grumbled, his arms crossed as Luke laughed sheepishly again. 

“Will do.”

STAGE 2: START SMALL

The next week mostly consisted of Annabeth and Percy spying on you and Luke at any possible moment. 

The first of his tasks, to give you a compliment seemed to go well. The pair of preteens watched on from their spot behind a tree as the pair of you separated to go to dinner, and Luke complimented your hair. You blushed slightly, and smiled widely, before rushing off to your own table in the dining pavilion. 

Luke quickly whipped around to look at Percy and Annabeth who gave him enthusiastic thumbs ups. 

His next task was to give you a small gift, and he decided that it should take the form of the matching charm bracelets he made with the younger kids. Annabeth and Percy sat with him as he deliberated over specific colours and shapes of bead, until they were nearly sick of his equivocation. 

But, as much as watching him make it was downright annoying, Percy had to admit the way you both wore your charm bracelets everyday afterwards was pretty cute. 

The final task of the week was to bring you flowers, and that whole day Luke could be seen wading through fields of wildflowers looking for the perfect ones to add to his bouquet. This was then snuck onto your nightstand later that night by Percy, who over the course of the week had become very invested in your blossoming relationship, a fact he would deny to the ends of the earth. 

STAGE 3: ESCALATE

“Alright Luke, time to bring out the big guns.” Annabeth announced, before clearing her throat and reading the list of tasks for the week. 

‘Sit at her table during dinner’

‘At least one compliment a day’

‘One instance of arm-around-the-waist contact’

This was the point at which the Hermes boy began to get slightly nervous. The other stuff before could be pretty easily written off as friendly, but sitting at someone's table at dinner? Only couples did that. 

“Are you sure that’s not moving too fast, I mean-”

“Luke Castellan, don’t be so damn pathetic! Grow some balls, before someone else steals your girl!” Annabeth exclaimed, whacking him over the head with the list. 

He nodded, “Yes Ma’am.”

From then on, he was pretty much unwavering in his determination. He sat at your table every mealtime, slinging an arm around your shoulder, or your waist. Anytime you came up with a capture the flag strategy, he’d praise you intelligence, anytime he saw you, he greeted you with a ‘Morning beautiful’ or a ‘Hey sweetheart’. 

Annabeth and Percy were shocked with his sudden progress, but pretty impressed with the way it was going. At this point, the pair of you were practically dating. 

The only minor setback came in the form of your complete and utter cluelessness. 

Percy had decided to test the waters with you, and gently float the idea of you getting together with Luke. 

“You’ve been spending loads of time with Luke at the moment.” He remarked casually as you both walked back to cabin 3. 

“You’ve just noticed I spend time with my best friend? Well done kid.” You laughed, ruffling his curly blonde hair. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He rolled his eyes, ducking out of your grasp. 

“Then what did you mean?” You asked, hands on your hips, a confused expression on your face. 

“I meant like, you guys being ‘involved’.” He shrugged, trying to make it sound as nonchalant as possible while looking out for your every reaction. He was unreasonably invested at this point, but oh well. 

“What?!” You exclaimed, your voice suddenly going higher pitched, “Nah, no chance! Luke would never.” 

Percy had to stop his jaw from dropping to the floor. It would’ve made sense if you denied having feelings for him, but to be so oblivious of how whipped that boy was for you? He thought you were smart. 

“Yeah, sure. I guess so.” He shrugged once again, before swiftly changing the subject. 

STAGE 4: KISS THE GIRL!!

“Guys, we have a problem.” Percy said, bursting in on Luke and Annabeth’s conversation the next morning. 

“What?” The pair asked in sync, concerned expressions on their faces. 

“Y/N is an idiot.” 

“Woah, don’t say that about her-” Luke began, desperate to defend your honour, but was cut off by Annabeth’s harsh glare. 

“What do you mean, Perce?” She asked, her tone level. 

“Luke, man, she has no clue you like her. Like she is convinced it’s impossible.” Percy explained, and Annabeth’s expression also grew confused. 

“Gods, she really is dumb.” She sighed, ignoring Luke’s chiding at insulting you, “We’re gonna have to really turn it up a notch. Luke, it’s time to really bring out the big guns.”

For the next few days, Luke, Annabeth and Percy spent most of their time rushing around preparing for Annabeth’s so-called ‘masterstroke’. 

And then, after much hard work from the trio, it was ready, and Luke was whisking you away from the campfire to the surprise he had prepared for you. 

“Luke, where are we going?!” You laughed as he dragged you along by the wrist, a piece of cloth tied around your head to block your vision. 

“You’ll see.” He chuckled, gently directing you around a tree root as he led you deeper into the forest. 

“I swear, if you’re kidnapping me I am not going to be happy.” You teased that infectious smile he loved so much covering your face. 

“No, no kidnapping tonight.”

You continued to joke around together as he led you towards his destination, until eventually you came to a halt, and he was untying the cloth around your face. 

You gasped in delight as you saw you were by the pier, and in front of you was a picnic blanket set up with all of your favourite food and drink. 

Immediately you grabbed him by the arm and led him to the blanket, thanking him all the way and gushing about how sweet and amazing he was. Meanwhile, Luke was trying not to pass out from the barrage of affection you were giving him. 

The pair of you quickly tucked into the meal, laughing and joking. But all the while, Luke was preparing his confession, and trying not to let his palms get too sweaty. 

Eventually, he decided it was time, and he made his move. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yeah?” You looked up at him with shining eyes, and he had to remind himself to breathe. 

“I’m in-” His love confession was cut off by the sudden boom of fireworks above you both, and he silently cursed himself for forgetting to organise a signal with Annabeth to start them. She really did have bad timing sometimes. 

“Oh my gods! Fireworks!” You exclaimed, nudging Luke to take a closer look, pointing out which ones were your favourites, and clearly any speculation about what Luke was going to say had escaped your mind. 

Eventually the display was over, and you turned to him yet again, gushing about how lucky they were that fireworks were out tonight. He couldn’t help but wonder how someone usually so smart could be so clueless?

“I organised the fireworks, Y/N.” He said, softly, placing his calloused hand over yours. 

“What, really?!” You blinked owlishly at him for a moment before furrowing your brows and asking, “Wait, how come?” 

Luke couldn’t contain his chuckle. 

“Isn’t it obvious by now? I’m in love with you. I’ve been trying to hint at it for weeks, but clearly I wasn’t being obvious enough.”

“What? Why?” You stammered, shock coating your face entirely. 

“Why am I in love with you?” He asked as if it was a stupid question, which to him it was, because he could list a million things that he loved about you. 

“Because you’re beautiful, and smart, and kind, and generous, and every time I see you I can’t help but smile because you're my best friend and I love you more than anything.” He rambled, wiping his slightly clammy palms on his cargos. 

“Now I’d really appreciate it if you’d put me out of my misery and reject me.” He said sheepishly, itching the back of his neck. 

But, of course, the rejection never came. Instead you were rushing forwards to hold his face in your hands and kiss him, slowly and deeply. 

And, about ten metres away, Annabeth and Percy could be seen high-fiving behind a tree, before skipping back to the campfire in glee.

LUKE CASTELLAN HAS always occupied that in-between space, the no-man’s-land between something and nothing — his indecipherable gaze as his cold, black, and blued knuckles grazed your cheek when he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear swims around your mind endlessly.

WOAH started out with a bang this line goes crazy

“shut up, no i know this song,” you say, tilting your head and snapping your fingers. “its — um — i wanna be yours? nono, don’t make that face at me, asshole, hold on… i wanna be your man?”

luke honey you are so not subtle AT ALL

“you’re literally cheating,” percy was saying. “i’m the banker, i’m supposed to be innocent,” annabeth argued back. “percy, i saw you steal a couple dollars behind annabeth’s back,” grover added, rolling the dice.

they're so funny omg “oh, nothing,” percy smiles. “just the way —” “— the two of you —” “— were inseparable —” “— for a disgustingly long time —” “— and now you’re not —” “— but we’re going to the fair because —” “— his band is playing —” “— and you’re going to try and fix —” “— your troubles in paradise.” you blinked slowly, as the three of them did jazz hands, matching shit-eating grins on all of their faces

the little instigators (i love them they're such menaces)

the band is covering l.a. guns’ ‘i wanna be your man’ at the moment

love the little callback to the song before

the view of his muscled arms bulging out of his band tee

🥵🤤😩

“i listen to your dumb mixtape every night, luke castellan. does a person who’s not into you do that?”

strong believer that sharing music is a love language in itself

there is something so raw about the way he looks right now, with his expression stilling as his cheeks are colored in swathes of red. 

hes such a loser i love him

☆ I WANNA BE YOUR MAN

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” (1.7k)

contains: loser older brother luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. pt 2 of parent trap but can be read standalone ish. guest appearances! rock / metal music references.

kashaf’s note: i think i can call myself a melomaniac now

LUKE CASTELLAN HAS always occupied that in-between space, the no-man’s-land between something and nothing — his indecipherable gaze as his cold, black, and blued knuckles grazed your cheek when he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear swims around your mind endlessly. despite how each thought, each expression, each breath is as familiar to you as your own, you have never quite known where you stand with him, regardless of how quickly he seemed to inhabit a piece of your soul.

the familiar weight of the mixtape that luke made you feels unusually burdensome in your hands, mirroring the heft of the songs on it that you have painstakingly committed to memory, each sleepless night’s offerings of tossing and turning becoming a reoccurring ritual. 

you had popped the tape in your walkman immediately after luke had handed it to you, incognizant of the way his eyes softened as you concentrated on the music, trying to identify the first song. 

“this is that band you like — l.a. guns, right?”

“you’re a regular sherlock,” luke had said, smiling and sarcastic, twisting his silver rings.

“shut up, no i know this song,” you say, tilting your head and snapping your fingers. “its — um — i wanna be yours? nono, don’t make that face at me, asshole, hold on… i wanna be your man?”

hues of pink crept up his cheeks, and you basked in the warmth of his answering crooked grin, the feeling wrapping around you like the caress of a summer night. 

you uselessly stirred the spoon in your now stone-cold cup of chai, leaning across the kitchen table with your head propped up in your other hand. the phone taunts you from its corner on the counter, sitting just by the clear jar of blue cookies, its black hue a beacon among the sea of greens (the cabinets, the tiles — you liked to tell sally that she should try her hand at interior design one of these days) — as of late, the jacksons’ kitchen has become somewhat of a refuge for you. 

you set a steaming china cup down in front of him, listening to the sounds of percy, annabeth, and grover in the living room, pulling out the chair in front of him with a slight creak on the slightly worn wooden floors, and watching him as he taps his fingers along to bob marley’s soft crooning, “little darlin’, stir it up”, lost in his own world.  

“luke,” you say, breaking him out of his revelry.

luke sits up straight, meeting your amused gaze, “yeah?” he asks, reaching for his chai, and mumbling a quiet thanks as he sips it.

“you look kinda stupid when you think,” you say, watching him blink before taking the bait, and hiding your smile of satisfaction behind your cup.

“y’know, this is why you have a black hole for a heart,” he says, grinning crookedly, filling you with an indescribable longing to reach out and trace his grin. 

“what?” you laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“just that you’re mean,” luke says, and the afternoon sun chooses that specific moment to encompass him in its glow, like a kiss from apollo. “and that you’re emo.”

“you literally say this every time, oh my god, i’m not mean or emo.”

“because i’m literally right?”

“you like him,” annabeth says, sympathetically, standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, her braids resting across her shoulders, glancing from your untouched cup to your face, an expression of pity gracing her features. her presence caught you so off guard that you don’t even question where percy ran off to, who was usually attached to annabeth like a conjoined twin. 

“i know,” you say, shivering slightly, the revelation feeling strangely empty, although you suppose the same part of your soul that recognized him had always known, a small inkling reappearing with every argument, and every nudge. 

“he likes you,” annabeth adds matter-of-factly, interrupting your stream of consciousness. 

“i know,” you repeat, picking at the lint on your sweater, and while this revelation is supposed to be shocking, it is also hollow, as you suppose your soul also knew this with every hushed conversation in the dead of night, and the slips of silence that only spoke volumes around him.

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” she turned and stalked back toward the living room.

you sat still for a minute or so, before sighing and putting luke’s mixtape (even in your misery, he is somehow always there) in your walkman, putting your headphones on as axl rose trilled, ‘i said, baby you been lookin' real good’ in his voice that took a while to get used to — something luke gave you a heads up on.

you sighed, conceding to annabeth’s attempts to rewrite whatever fate had pushed the two of you apart, from the hours-long phone calls that dwindled into short, clipped conversations, you can’t necessarily blame annabeth for trying to fashion a phoenix from the ashes of your friendship. 

you stood up, grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair you were sitting upon, and walked into the living room, pausing for a few minutes to watch the scooby doo episode on the screen along with percy, grover, and annabeth, who were currently sprawled across the softly carpeted floor, arguing over monopoly.

“you’re literally cheating,” percy was saying.

“i’m the banker, i’m supposed to be innocent,” annabeth argued back.

“percy, i saw you steal a couple dollars behind annabeth’s back,” grover added, rolling the dice.

“guys,” you said, interrupting their three-way argument, “put on your jackets and shoes, we’re going to the fair in five minutes.”

you ignored the way the troublesome trio exchanged glances, walking through the hallway covered in framed photos of percy and sally, going to wait by the door for them.

“so,” percy says, all-too-innocently, “why the sudden change of plans?” once the four of you are a couple of blocks away from his apartment.

“no reason, just wanted to see what was so hot about the fair,” you say, digging your hands in the pockets of your jacket. once more, you ignore the glances the trio exchange. 

“so it doesn’t have anything to do with a certain curly-haired individual that we’re currently seeing less and less of?”

you keep walking, trying to feign ignorance, although the question was so pointed even you were concerned with percy’s audacity, “what’re you talking about?”

“oh, nothing,” percy smiles. “just the way —”

“— the two of you —”

“— were inseparable —”

“— for a disgustingly long time —”

“— and now you’re not —”

“— but we’re going to the fair because —”

“— his band is playing —”

“— and you’re going to try and fix —”

“— your troubles in paradise.”

you blinked slowly, as the three of them did jazz hands, matching shit-eating grins on all of their faces, “how long did it take for you guys to rehearse that?”

“a week, give or take,” grover says, and annabeth shoots him a glare.

“not the point, the point is, we support you.”

“gee, thanks, all i really needed was the support of three twelve-year-olds.”

“three twelve-year-olds that know you’re stupidly in love with luke castellan,” percy points out.

“okay, y’know what…” you trail off, frowning.

annabeth nudged percy, “not the point here, again.”

“fine, fine, fine,” you huff, as the four of you approach the brightly illuminated fair, looking for the ticket-selling booth, “i’ll buy you guys tickets so you can go hang out on the rides and i’ll go to the concert.”

the three of them nodded happily, making a beeline for the cotton candy stand a few feet away. you shook your head before pushing through the bustling crowd to look for the concert stage. when you finally do find it, after three excuse me’s and four sorry’s, the concert is already in full swing, with what looks like a mini moshpit already forming somewhere near the center.

once you’ve pushed your way to the absolute front, the darkening night sky serving as a backdrop, the harsh lights illuminate all five individuals on the stage, with a gorgeous girl with shaggily-cut hair and a raspy voice singing as lead (thalia? you think you remember luke telling you on the phone late at night once). however, your gaze almost immediately fixed on luke, who was playing a riff on his electric guitar, looking as hot as ever, his crooked grin on full display.

the band is covering l.a. guns’ ‘i wanna be your man’ at the moment, and you’re suddenly very grateful to annabeth for her unsubtle nudges, because you would’ve missed out on this sight of luke castellan, the view of his muscled arms bulging out of his band tee is permanently seared into your memory.

you’re almost sad when the show is over though, finally realizing why luke liked concerts so much, from the crowd surfing to the drumstick tricks during solos (beckendorf, you think the drummer’s name was — luke had mentioned him before) to the lead’s insane vocals, to the girl with long curly hair that stood next to you for most of the concert (probably the band’s most enthusiastic fan), you savored every minute of it. however, you’re glad for the chance to corner luke afterwards, climbing onto the stage as the crowd begins to disperse in waves, and realizing the curly-haired girl was already among the band members packing up their instruments, helping the curly-haired bassist pack his things. 

luke barely looks up at your sudden arrival. “what’re you doing here?” he asks, packing away his guitar.

“i’m here to see you,” you say, trying to drive the hint home.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come see the band if you were busy,” luke says, uncomprehendingly, making eye-contact with you. 

“i like you,” you say insistently.

“c’mon, let’s not kid ourselves right now, you said we’re friends so you don’t have to try to make me feel better,” luke says, shrugging and looking away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i listen to your dumb mixtape every night, luke castellan. does a person who’s not into you do that?”

there is something so raw about the way he looks right now, with his expression stilling as his cheeks are colored in swathes of red. 

smiling at his dumbstruck expression, you surged forward to kiss him, ignoring all the wolf whistles and “get some, castellan” enveloping the two of you, tangling your fingers into his hair, his hands coming to rest upon your hips.

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MY FAV SERIESSSSS WE'RE SO BACKKK

was literally listening to the killerverse playlist and came to this for such an emotional whiplash like girl what i was just crying and now i'm giggling and kicking my feet

the way clarisse hates luke's guts is so real for her LMAO

And his arrogance doesn’t stop there. He’s willing to be smug about any victory at all, no matter how small. He’s washed the dishes faster than anyone? There’s that stupid ass smug smile. Made it up the rock climbing wall a fraction of a millisecond faster than Clarisse? That grin makes its annoying appearance once again.

HAHAHA LUKE IS A COCKY SHIT CONFIRMED

Clarisse gives Luke dirty looks the entire walk over, but he keeps his gaze dead ahead, slight fear in his eyes. He’s fidgeting nervously and is eerily silent, looking oddly like someone walking right to their doom.

the way he's so scared of disappointing sunshine like he's so downnnn

and clarisse here suffering from a concussion and just trying to deal™️ has to watch luke being a lovesick puppy following sunshine around like HELP i was laughing so hard at her reactions.

“It’s just different. You know?”

YESSS IN THE FRIENDSHIP ERAAAA the slow burn is going to be insane 🤭

one year with luke castellan

↳ august 14 with clarisse la rue

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of apollo!reader

word count: 2.7k

summary: clarisse and luke find themselves hurt in the infirmary, and you are far from happy about it

notes: updating my neglected series hi. sunshine and luke are back!!

Clarisse hates Luke Castellan.

She’s pretty indifferent about most people — but there’s just so many things about Luke that grate on her nerves a little more than the other kids do.

For one, there’s his golden boy camp counselor act, which he uses to get himself out of anything and everything. It’s nearly impossible for Luke to get in trouble, because he just flashes a stupid smile to get out of it. She doesn’t think Luke’s ever been punished at camp a single time.

And then there’s the way he and his entire cabin can never clean up after themselves. Their weapons and armor are always rusted and dirty, which annoys her to no end. Clarisse and her siblings are diligent in their armory upkeep — their weapons of war are something to be cared for, not tossed onto a rack, dented and misused.

But one thing that really gets to her?

He’s cocky. To insane measures.

Clarisse is willing to recognize a good fighter when she sees it. And she admits, Luke is nearly unparalleled with a sword. He’s so good that even her brothers and sisters have trouble fighting against him, a fact that he and his stupid siblings never let anyone forget. It’s not possible to go a single day without some annoying Hermes camper reminding everyone how Luke is the best swordsman in a million bajillion years.

She would wash him with a spear anyday, of course. But his skill with a sword makes fighting with him a real challenge.

And his arrogance doesn’t stop there. He’s willing to be smug about any victory at all, no matter how small. He’s washed the dishes faster than anyone? There’s that stupid ass smug smile. Made it up the rock climbing wall a fraction of a millisecond faster than Clarisse? That grin makes its annoying appearance once again.

The rock climbing incident bruised her ego probably more than it should have. Which is why when she sees him joking around with his friends during that week’s game of Capture the Flag, she knows she has to put him in his place.

She cracks her knuckles, her own grin taking over.

“I’ve got Castellan,” she says to her sister, not taking her eyes off him once.

“You sure?” Clarisse thinks she hears her say, but she’s already ducking between the trees, like a predator stalking her prey.

Everyone knows Luke is a good fighter. But practically everyone knows Clarisse is an even better fighter.

Which is why it really isn’t a surprise when their fight drags on a little longer than expected. There’s yelling and screaming, and Clarisse thinks she slams her head into a rock at one point. If Luke caught a stray fist to the face, that may or may not have been her fault.

It gets broken up by their siblings dragging them away from each other and Chiron telling them that they’ve lost dessert privileges for a month.

Both of them are battered and bruised and covered in dirt from the forest floor when they get carted over to the Apollo cabin. Chris is forced to walk them there so one of them doesn’t try tearing out the other’s jugular, or whatever.

Clarisse gives Luke dirty looks the entire walk over, but he keeps his gaze dead ahead, slight fear in his eyes. He’s fidgeting nervously and is eerily silent, looking oddly like someone walking right to their doom.

She decides to provoke him. “This might be the longest I’ve been around you without hearing you run your mouth, Castellan. Thank the gods.”

“Clarisse,” Chris warns, rapping on the door of the Apollo cabin.

She merely shrugs, unbothered. But surprisingly, Luke doesn’t bite back. He’s shifting nervously on his feet behind Chris, staring at the chipping paint on the cabin windows.

After a few seconds it swings open, the warm light inside making Clarisse feel like she’s been put in an oven. She squints until you and the amused look on your face come into focus.

She nods at you, and your eyes crinkle at the disheveled sight of her. You pull a stick out of one of her wayward curls, letting it hit the floor. “Hey, Clarisse. What happened to you?”

She yawns, rubbing her sore arm. “Beat Castellan’s ass during Capture the Flag.”

Clarisse knows the exact second that Luke steps out from behind Chris because your eyes narrow directly into slits.

Oh, yeah.

How could she have forgotten about Luke's most annoying quality?

His weird obsession with you.

Luke’s nervousness from earlier makes sense now. He’s totally obsessed with you, but you’re not happy to see him at all. You’re angry.

The light coming from your cabin turns harsh, not at all like the warm rays of light it had been a few seconds ago.

“There’s absolutely no fucking way,” you scoff, crossing your arms. You turn to Chris, looking miffed. “You let him play?”

Chris puts his hands up, looking a little scared, too. “Sorry. I told him he was being dumb, but there’s no stopping Luke. You know what he’s like.”

When you let your eyes scan over the boy in question, your stare is cold. “Unfortunately.”

“Sunshine,” he begins, using that stupid nickname he has for you that makes Clarisse roll her eyes. Luke is beyond apologetic. “Look—”

“Save it,” you snap harshly. “I don’t care what you’re going to say. Get inside now.”

You turn quickly on your heel, stomping angrily away.

Chris whistles, imitating the sound of a bomb dropping and then exploding. He pats Luke on the back, his own signs of amusement on his face. “Good luck with that.”

Luke doesn’t snap at him. He’s too busy being hot on your heels, practically begging for you to listen. Chris is grinning, clearly entertained by Luke’s predicament.

She follows you two into the cabin, keeping a safe distance from your warpath. She takes a seat under one of the open windows, letting the breeze cool her down from the hours in the sweltering August heat. A few feet away, you’re digging around in the fridge with a nuisance close behind.

“I swear, my ankle felt perfectly fine this morning, so it wasn’t even a big deal—”

You stop what you’re doing just so you can turn to glare at him, and there’s a surprising amount of ire in your voice when you answer.

“I know you don’t listen to anything I say, but I hope for the both of us that you’re listening right now. Sit down, Luke.”

He doesn’t listen. He hovers a few feet away the entire time, and when you realize this, it does nothing but annoy you further. You slam the fridge door and don’t let him help you carry your supplies over.

Clarisse doesn’t bother trying to wipe the smile off her face.

Luke looks annoyed when he sees how amused she is and makes sure to keep a good distance from her, leaving a chair in between them. He’s staring sadly at you the entire time.

You ignore him, dropping your tray on the empty chair between them and getting right to work.

There’s a particularly nasty scratch on Clarisse’s arm from where she’d fallen against a tree back in the woods, and you take care to clean it out before ordering her to apply pressure to it. Your usual gentle hands are the slightest bit harsh, though, and she winces when you patch up a cut on her forehead.

“You’ve really pissed her off, Castellan,” Clarisse hisses, uncaring of how you’re right in front of her. “Thanks a lot.”

“Shut up,” he grits out, still staring miserably at the side of your face.

“Your injuries are all pretty superficial,” you tell her, squeezing her shoulder. “But you need to wait here until Julie gets back because I think you have a concussion. How’d that happen?”

Oh. That’s probably why her head was pounding.

Clarisse glances over to Luke with a murderous glare of her own. “Some dumbass made my head hit a rock!”

“You literally threw dirt in my eyes!” he defends indignantly. “I couldn’t see a thing.”

You scoff when you turn to look at him, and the angry look on his face washes away.

“I’m sorry,” Luke rushes out, nearly automatically.

You say nothing, kneeling down so you can press tentatively at his ankle. You clearly don’t like what you see, because your frown worsens as you move to rewrap the joint.

“I was taking it easy the entire time, I swear.” He turns briefly at Clarisse to scowl. “And it would’ve been fine if she didn’t jump me.”

“And did Clarisse force you to play Capture the Flag today?” you ask flatly, which he grimaces at. “Even though I told you to keep pressure off your ankle?”

Luke looks stunned at the way you so easily turn his words on him. He fumbles stupidly for something to say.

Admittedly, Clarisse feels a little bad for him. She’s learned through personal experience that you’re great at fighting with both your words and your fists. Winning an argument against you is near impossible, especially when you’re like this.

She decides to let herself relax in her chair and stare unabashedly at the two of you bickering.

“No, she didn’t. But—”

“But you just wanted to go against my medical advice? ‘Cause you think I’m wrong?”

Luke Castellan goes pale. “Sunshine, please.”

Clarisse coughs to cover up the way she nearly laughs. Luke looks defeated. You’re angry, obviously, but she thinks you’re just picking a fight because you want him to learn his lesson.

He winces when you manhandle his leg to an elevated position, frustratedly tossing a pack of ice at his chest. Luke’s eyes widen when you tug his face closer to look at a cut on his face.

“You’re lucky you don’t need stitches,” you say, releasing him. He slumps back, looking sad. “And you’re lucky your ankle didn’t get worse. Because I would be a lot meaner right now.”

Luke looks drained. “You can be meaner than this?”

Clarisse snorts. “You haven’t seen the worst of it.”

You turn around to walk away, and the absence of your cold gaze must make Luke brave. His resolve hardens.

Rather courageously, he says, “Why are you so upset?”

Clarisse wishes Chris was here. Just so he can see his friend one last time before you actually blow him to pieces.

“We’ve hurt each other before when training. This isn’t the first time you’ve nearly sprained my ankle, and I’ve bruised your ribs before, too. Why’s this time so different?”

You whirl to face him, obviously unhappy. “Are you being serious?”

Luke must be fed up, because he stands up even though it looks like you’re gonna throttle him. He steps forward on the ankle Clarisse had no idea was hurt, and you sprint forward in your rush to have him sit down.

“Gods, can you not listen to me for a second—”

“No. I can’t.”

You glare at him.

In a great show of valor, he doesn’t back down. “Answer my question.”

The two of you are quiet for what feels like five straight minutes. But Luke must win whatever staring contest you two are having, because you look away, groaning.

After a few seconds, you mumble something that not even Luke can hear, because he tilts his head, confused. “What was that?”

“Luke, you can be so dense sometimes. It’s cause we’re friends now, alright?”

He laughs a little, drawing you closer by curling a hand around your wrist. “So you didn’t give a fuck about hurting me when we weren’t friends?”

You look alarmed at his words. “What? Of course not.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I don’t know!” you say, exasperated. Your hand slips from Luke’s hold around your wrist when you throw up your hands. “Obviously I didn’t like hurting you when we weren’t friends, but it was all part of fighting, I guess. But now, it’s just… I don’t know.”

You try conveying every single one of your thoughts to him through your eyes alone. He doesn’t pick up on a single one of them.

“C’mon, talk to me.” He tugs you forward again. “We’re both gonna be pissed forever if you don’t tell me.”

Clarisse watches your glare soften when you look at him. You’re not angry anymore, just frustrated. And embarrassed.

“It’s just different. You know?”

Clarisse has no idea what the hell you’re talking about. But Luke seems to have a pretty good idea, because he smiles at you.

“Yeah. I think I do.”

You cock your head curiously. “Is that why you’ve been pulling your punches?”

It’s Luke’s turn to be embarrassed. He laughs a little when he looks away from you. “You’re just being mean, then. I haven’t been going easy on you.”

“You have. I don’t walk away nearly as sore as I usually do when we fight.”

Luke does something that makes you smile, and then he says, “Are you calling me weak?”

“No, I’m calling you soft.”

He gives you a dopey smile, but it’s cut off when he winces.

Clarisse bites back her comment about him being dramatic when you frown again.

“You’re still banned from strenuous activity until I clear you, though.”

He sighs, but he doesn’t seem too upset. “I know, I know. I didn’t expect you to let me do anything fun for at least a week. I’m lucky I even left this fight with my life.”

Clarisse groans so loud it stops your retort that would no doubt start another whole argument.

“Castellan, please stop talking. Your voice is making my head feel even worse.”

You push Luke back into his chair when he tries to lean forward. You sit in the empty seat between them like a human barrier.

“Sorry, Clarisse,” you say on his behalf. “We’ll shut up now.”

“Clarisse, I’m getting the feeling you don’t like me,” he says. “Because there’s two people having this argument, but you’re only being mean to me.”

“It’s because her voice isn’t grating on my ears.”

This gets a laugh out of you, and you pat his back placatingly. “Luke and I’ll whisper.”

“He finally learned how?” she snipes.

“Yep. I’m so proud.”

Luke gives you a look of faux offense. “I thought we were friends?”

You’re laughing when you answer. “We are!”

“I’m hearing a lot of yelling and not a lot of whispering,” Clarisse cuts in, snippish.

“Sorry,” you whisper, real sympathy on your face. “We’re shutting up now.”

Luke says something under his breath that has you erupting into quiet laughter, and he quickly smothers it with the palm of his hand. The quick glance he sends in Clarisse’s direction and the way you slap his shoulder makes it quite obvious he’s joking at her expense.

Clarisse is so close to leaving, concussion and all, but she knows no cabin would be nearly as empty as this. So she sucks it up and stays, with the quiet murmuring of you and Luke as white noise.

Thankfully, your voices barely raise above a whisper, and the throbbing pain in her head eventually fades away to a dull ache. Your sister Julie comes to confirm her fears (she is definitely concussed) and she swiftly leaves to get Clarisse something for her head.

While your sister is away, Luke prods you again, and you tilt your head up at him.

“I’m glad we’re friends,” he says quietly.

You’re smiling. “Is it because I’m nicer to you now that we are?”

Luke doesn’t sound like he’s joking anymore. “No. I just like spending time with you. I don’t really have this with anyone else.”

It takes you a few seconds to snap out of whatever daze his words put you in, and even Clarisse is stunned for a second.

Who knew Luke Castellan had emotions like this?

“Sap,” you tease, brushing something off of his shirt. Your voice sounds off, but you take care to add, “I’m glad we’re friends, too.”

You turn away from him under the guise of shifting in your seat, so only Clarisse can see the giddy smile that’s lighting up your face. You hide it away in the palm of your hand.

Gods, she laments. I’m surrounded by losers.

notes: we are finally in sunshine calling luke by his first name territory <3 and we finally got then admitting they’re friends!!!!! let me know if u enjoyed :)