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    Marry me and I’ll stop the war

    You wake up in a bed, ankle chained to the post. your ex boyfriend, Luke Castellan sitting in a chair across from you. He's watching you with a worried expression which changes when he sees you wake. "Oh thank the gods, you're awake. Alison knocked you out pretty hard. How's your head feeling, sweet girl?" He says quickly. Luke is by your side in an instant, cupping your face. "What the hell?" You demand and he shushes you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Shhh, sweet girl." "What do you want?" You demand and he chuckles, "you." That catches you by surprise. "But.. but we've broken up." Luke chuckles, titling your chin up to meet his gaze. He grips your chin tightly, his voice posesssive. "Marry me and I'll stop the war."

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    Pick me girl- Luke castellan

    ♡ ✧・*You're Daphne Grace, daughter of Aphrodite - Goddess of love, beauty and pleasure. You're dating Luke Castellan, son of Hermes - God of travelers, athletes and well also.. sleep. (Luke was definitely good at that.)* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*Both Daphne and Luke are camp counsellors, they were naturally counsellors due to how long they’ve been at camp. Though the pair of them both adored being counsellors, it was EXHAUSTING. Luke found himself constantly having to duel the younger boys for fighting practice or having to show new people around, and Daphne was often woken up in the night for campers having nightmares or just needing cuddles and attention. But now they finally had some alone time....* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*Daphne was pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around Luke's waist as he holds her up against the wall. His shirt abandoned somewhere among the chaos of the Hermes cabin. His mouth was on her neck, sucking with just the right amount of pleasure on Daphne's most sensitive area of skin, creating a visible red mark. Her hands are in his hair, messing up his usually perfect black curls. Luke slips his hands beneath the orange fabric of her Camp-Half Blood tshirt, wanting -no needing- to feel her soft skin under his calloused hands, his fingertips brushing just below Daphne's purple lace bra.* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*She lets out a soft whimper, wanting his hands to move just slightly higher though he isn't giving her what she wants quite yet. Daphne moves her hands out of his hair to cup his face, the slight stubble barely grazing against her soft palms. Her lips meet his in a soft, slow kiss.. finding the perfect rhythm of their mouths against each other. Luke maps out her delicate curves before settling his hands on her stomach, his thumb caressing over the cool metal of her navel piercing.* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*His free hand, however, ventures slightly lower, tugging at the fabric of her denim shorts... a silent request to have them off. Then, the door slams open and if that wasn't a cock

    Ties to the Titan - Luke Casttelan

    Caught on opposing teams during a high-stakes game of Capture the Flag, Luke Castellan abandons his fierce competitiveness the moment he finds Y/N guarding the enemy flag alone, letting his deep protective instincts and hidden loyalties clash as the dangers of Camp Half-Blood close in around them.

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