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The moment Luke’s Instagram post went live, your phone had practically exploded.
Notifications poured in—likes, comments, tags, DMs from people you hadn’t spoken to in years. You’d spent the rest of your anniversary dinner blissfully ignoring it, choosing instead to focus on Luke, the wine, the way his fingers traced idle patterns over your knuckles between courses, and the heat blossoming between your legs.
But now, two weeks later, the reality of going public was about to hit its biggest test yet.
The Streamer Awards.
You’d seen clips of it in previous years—the red carpet, the flashing cameras, the interviews, the screaming fans. And now, you were going to be walking it. With Luke.
~~~~
The morning of the Streamer Awards, you woke up to the sound of something crashing and breaking in the kitchen, followed by an indignant little “…Oops.” from Percy Jackson. You blinked awake, momentarily confused until everything came crashing back you to like a wave.
The Streamer Awards were tonight. The venue they were taking place at was closest to Luke’s house, so he’d invited his friends to stay over and get ready together for the big event. It was going to be your first public appearance with Luke, now that you’d officially announced your relationship to his millions of fans and followers. It was nice to have the moral support of Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia, as well. As chaotic as they were.
Really, you were going to be the moral support to all of them tonight, especially Luke. They were all nominated for at least one award. Luke was nominated for Streamer of the Year, the most prestigious award of the evening. You had no doubt in your mind that he would win, even if he was up against the most popular streamers in the world right now. He deserved it, and his fans were batshit crazy enough to make it happen.
You stretched your hand across the bed, feeling for Luke’s familiar warmth, only to find him absent. You only had to wonder for a brief moment where he was, before you heard his booming voice from the kitchen: “Percy, I swear to God if that was my bong—“
Bong? You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It powered on and the time 12:18pm flashed at you. Your eyes widened, your heart beat stuttering in your chest. Only 5 hours until you had to leave for the red carpet. Shit. Talk about nerve-wracking.
“It wasn’t the bong but it was lowkey maybe that bottle of Patron—“
“Percy!”
“—but it’s fine! We picked up the big chunks of glass and now Grover’s licking up the spillage so none gets wasted!”
Annabeth, blessed voice of reason, finally spoke up: “I don’t know how either of you are still alive.”
You laughed and finally pushed yourself out of bed, searching the large bedroom for wherever you clothes ended up last night. You pulled on your sleep shorts and one of Luke’s T-shirts from the dresser drawer before beelining to the bathroom. After freshening up, you went out to the kitchen and found nothing short of a disaster zone.
It looked like Luke’s kitchen and living room had turned into the aftermath of a frat party. Or an AirBNB during a vacation of 15 friends. There was alcohol and weed paraphernalia sprawled along the island. Clothes, bags, shoes, and makeup were littered everywhere. Percy and Grover were, in fact, on the kitchen floor, cleaning up their mess. Thalia and Annabeth had claimed the floor length mirror in the living room as their get ready zone and were working on each other’s hair. Luke was by the oven, seemingly cooking actual food for once.
“Morning,” You said, as everyone greeted you. “Any reason why we’re pregaming so early?”
“Many reasons!” Percy announced, jumping from his spot on the floor to throw an arm over your shoulder. You suppressed a laugh as he continued, “One! Awards shows are a nightmare. Yes, it’s fun to be nominated and watch and see people you don’t normally see ever leaving their houses, but it’s a lot. Lots of cameras. Lots of talking. Lots of nerves.”
You met Luke’s eyes from across the kitchen. He was clenching his jaw. He knew you were nervous enough as is. You’d joked last night about maybe skipping the event for the sake of your sanity and it had really hurt Luke’s feelings. The last thing he wanted was anymore reasons for you to back out last minute.
Percy went on, oblivious to this exchange, “Two! It’s been a while since we all hung out just us and we want to have fun. Three, and the most important — the after party. That stupid prick Octavian Augur is hosting this year and I’ll be damned if I’m not blackout before arrival.”
“Jesus,” You laughed, running a hand through your hair. “Sounds like we’re in for a great night of babysitting you, PJ.”
Luke smiled, catching on to your words. You were going. And honestly, with each passing minute, and Percy’s antics… the nerves were fading into excitement.
~~~~
Getting ready was a blast. After everyone ate a decent amount of food to cushion the impending onslaught of booze, the fun began. Annabeth played music from her speaker. Percy and Grover helped each other tie their ties for over half an hour. Thalia helped you with your makeup, making sure your eyeliner was sharp and pristine.
Luke had paid some random stylist to buy outfits for the both of you. He was wearing a gorgeous suit, tailored perfectly to his built physique. The sight of him so dressed up had your heart racing and your thighs squeezing together subconsciously. He was so hot it was unreal.
For you, the stylist had picked out a glittering golden gown. It was floor length, with a high slit running all the way to your hip, and loose off-the-shoulder sleeves. You’d never worn anything so beautiful or fancy in your life. Paired with heels and some of your favourite jewelry, you looked like the only place you belonged was on a red carpet.
When you first stepped out of the bedroom all prepared and ready to go, Luke’s cheeks turned red.
“Damn, angel…” He whispered, sauntering forward and placing his warm hands on your hips. “Maybe we should just stay home together…”
You laughed, knowing he was joking, despite the hunger flaring in his dark eyes. “Down, boy. We have plenty of time for that later.”
He pouted. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
Thalia gagged. “God, you are such a simp. The Uber’s here, let’s go!”
Luke pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, barely having to lean down now that you were wearing heels. “We got this, baby.”
You let the butterflies erupt in your chest as you smiled up at him. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or his hand in yours, but for the first time tonight, you believed him.
~~~~
The red carpet loomed ahead of you. On the left, there was a black backdrop, showcasing logos of various sponsors of the event. On the right, sectioned off by a velvet rope, was a hoard of photographers and fans lucky enough to get early access to the show. At the end of the red carpet, two streamers you didn’t know all that well called Connor and Travis, were doing interviews with all of the nominees for the night.
Luke squeezed your hand in silent encouragement. “We walk, pause for pictures, walk a bit more, quick two minute interview, and then we’re good to find our seats. It’ll be over before you know it.”
You nodded quickly, watching as Percy and Annabeth walked ahead on to the carpet after receiving their cue. They held hands and smiled brightly for pictures. Annabeth kissed Percy’s cheek and the amount of camera flashes tripled, fans in the crowd going wild. Your stomach did a nervous flip.
Thalia poked your back. “Hey, you’re shaking.”
“It’s the heels,” You lied. “I’m used to my Vans.”
“Percy bet me twenty bucks you’d trip and fall.” Grover said, with a teasing smirk.
Your stomach flipped again.
Thalia whacked his arm. “Remember your first red carpet? You stuttered through the interview and then threw up in the fake plant?”
Grover winced. “Trust me, Thals, I have nightmares every night.”
“Was your first red carpet bad, too?” You asked, glancing at Thalia, who only ever expressed pure confidence and charisma.
“No. But only because I was used to the spotlight. My dad’s Zeus Grace, remember?” Thalia explained, squaring her shoulders.
Oh, right. Thalia’s dad was a famous CEO of some corporate company. She’d done tons of photo shoots and had a steady fanbase long before she took up streaming.
“Luke’s first red carpet was fine though,” She continued, rubbing your shoulder. “Yours will be, too. You got this!”
You gave her a grateful smile before turning back around, wrapping your arm around Luke’s muscular bicep. Up ahead, Percy and Annabeth were approaching the interview section. The event coordinator next to you gave you a cue to start walking down the carpet.
Gasps, cheers, clapping — tons of camera flashes — photographers shouting: “Luke! Look here! Smile! Give us a kiss!”
You blushed and leaned into Luke’s towering frame, trying your best to remember some poses Annabeth and Thalia had coached you on earlier in the day. They had forgot to mention how blinding all the camera flashes could be, coupled with the bright overhead lights. You couldn’t see anything. And honestly, that was fine — it made the whole experience feel so surreal, like you were in a dream and your face and appearance and poses didn’t matter. You could feel Luke’s warmth radiating into your side and that was grounding enough.
He placed a kiss to the top of your head, lacing your fingers together. “Perfect,” Luke said, loud enough only you could hear. “You are perfect.”
Both of you made your way down the rest of the carpet, the photographers and fans turning their attention to Thalia who began strutting down the red carpet.
Percy and Annabeth wrapped up their interview and walked inside, not before spinning around and giving you and Luke an encouraging thumbs up.
Connor and Travis, known better by their shared twitch handle “StollBros” sized you up as you approached.
“Luke Castellan, brother! My man!” Connor said, clapping Luke on the shoulder as he shook hands with Travis. You noticed there were four cameras pointed at the interview station. Connor and Travis were both wearing wrist straps that held phones, showing only a twitch chat flying through messages. Right. The red carpet was being streamed on twitch, too. The phones allowed them to read any comments or questions from fans in the chat.
“Connor, Travis,” Luke said, his hand finding the small of your back in a show of comfort. “Good to see you both. And this is Y/N, my lovely girlfriend and beautiful date for the evening.”
God, he was so charming. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at his words, politely nodding to Connor and Travis.
“Beautiful is correct,” Travis said, eyeing you up and down. You giggled and did a little twirl, showing off your stunning down. Travis had to ask, “Are you sure Luke is the one you want? Luke SonofHermes Castellan? The same guy that uses 24-in-1 soap for cleaning and cooking?”
“That’s a rumor!” Luke interrupted, causing everyone to laugh.
“Don’t worry, I told his fans I took him to Sephora the other day. Luke’s got an actual skincare routine now.” You replied, feeling comfortable around the goofy brothers.
Connor glanced at the twitch chat on his wrist. “The fans are dying to know, Y/N — is Boner Theory true?”
Luke’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh my God. I hate my fans.”
You nudged his side. “You don’t hate them, come on. But I’m not gonna answer that ‘cause I think it’s the funniest theory on the Internet right now.”
“Y/N~” Luke groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter. “You’re gonna egg them on.”
“Good!” You teased with a grin.
Luke couldn’t help himself — he leaned down and kissed you right on the mouth. It was just a quick peck but still. It was in front of millions of viewers. Even Connor and Travis shared an amused look.
“Well guys, we’ll let you both go ahead inside. Luke, good luck tonight! Streamer of the Year’s the biggest award of the night!” Connor announced, giving Luke a fist bump.
“And Y/N,” Travis said, dramatically bowing and placing a kiss to the back of your hand, “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
~~~~
A man dressed like a butler asked for your names and then directed your group to your table near the front. The tables in the venue were circular, decorated with flowers and candles and nameplates for each guest. You sat between Luke and Thalia, with Percy, Grover, and Annabeth also at your table, of course. You glanced around the room at other seats, noticing streamers and some celebrities you actually recognized. Fans were also able to score tickets, and had their seats in the balcony above. You noticed some fans waving in your general direction and you offered a small smile, knowing there’s no way they were waving at you.
Luke kept one hand clasped in yours the entire time. He was always so calm, cool, and collected, it was interesting seeing him nervous. You knew that meant he really, really cared about this award. As he should — he worked hard everyday and made so many sacrifices to get to the level of popularity that he was at. He cared deeply about his fanbase and wanted to make them happy everyday. If Luke didn’t win Streamer of the Year, you’d riot.
Streamer of the Year was the last award of the night as it was the most anticipated, so there was probably a good two or three hours before Luke would be called on stage. He needed to relax a bit before then, or he’d spontaneously combust. Luke had already downed his drink and was tapping his foot anxiously, glancing around and smiling at some friends or nodding along to the intermission music playing.
You decided to do something a little risky, a little out of your comfort zone, to help ease his nerves.
You kicked off one of your high heels and began slowly dragging your toes down his calf. Leaning over, you pressed a delicate kiss to his neck, relishing in the hitch of his breath and the extra squeeze he gave your hand. “It’s alright, baby,” You whispered in his ear, trying to sound seductive. “No reason to be anxious.”
He met your eyes, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah? You’re oddly calm for someone whose never been to an event this size before.”
Luke’s hand slipped from your grasp as he angled himself to face you more, slowly caressing your exposed thigh from the slit in your dress. You giggled, biting your plump lower lip. “Well, the shots helped. And you help, too. Couldn’t do this without you, handsome.”
“Don’t get too confident, now.” Luke whispered, voice husky in your ear. His hand slipped just a bit higher, brushing the lacy trim of your thong, causing you to squirm. “We both know I’m the one in charge here.”
You were about to retaliate when Grover looked at you two from across the table and gasped, “Keep it in your pants, you freaks! There’s cameras everywhere.”
Luke laughed as you ducked your head, giggling quietly. Little did your friends know, the fear of getting caught in the act was something you and Luke fooled around with often. Hence that time you blew him on stream.
Annabeth rolled her eyes bemusedly. “The show starts in like, twenty minutes, you know. You have time.”
Percy guffawed. “Time for what?”
“I’ll take it.” Luke announced, standing from his chair. You blushed and took his hand as he lead you back out to the lobby of the venue.
It was still pretty busy, with guests arriving, cameramen, photographers, and fans being directed to seats. You scanned the room looking for a closet, or something. Luke, still taller than you despite the heels, seemed to see an opportunity above the crowd and pulled you along towards a hallway.
After a few twists and turns, the noise of the lobby began to fade. There was a smaller washroom down this hallway, away from the ones everyone else knew about and used. It was empty and quiet inside. Luke tugged you into one of the stalls just to be safe, locking it behind the both of you.
Without a beat of hesitation, his lips were on yours, shoving you back onto the stall door. His hands worked quickly to bunch your dress up around your hips, exposing the milky flesh of your thighs. He kept the dress bunched in one fist and used his other hand to trail a finger down your pussy, still covered by your lacy thong.
“Fuck…” Luke groaned, pulling away from your swollen lips. “You’re dripping already. Needy girl.”
“Luke,” you whimpered, his touch causing heat to pool dangerously in your core. “Please…”
“Please what, angel?” Luke teased, nipping at your jaw. “Touch you? Fuck you? In this public bathroom, where anyone could walk in—“
Saying those words, Luke tore the lace down your legs and hastily plunged two of his thick fingers into your aching cunt. The pain and the pleasure mixed together had you moaning loud, knees buckling under the pressure. Your back arched against the cool metal of the stall door, a gasp tumbling from your lips.
“Greedy cunt.” Luke murmured, sucking the skin above your breast, fucking his fingers into you at a ruthless pace. His hot breath hit your ear. “Imagine someone walked in and saw you right now. The innocent, pretty girl in the pretty dress getting finger fucked in the bathroom? Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet it’d make you come all over my hand—“
“Luke!” You cried, the familiar pressure building in your gut. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles to the sensitive nub. “I’m gonna—“
Before you could finish, Luke withdrew his fingers from your folds, leaving you clenching around nothing. You fumed. Luke chuckled at your expression, watching the clear fluid stretch from your core to his fingers. He brought the digits up to your mouth, and you knew from experience already he wanted you to suck. You did, lapping at the salty taste of yourself, watching his pupils blow wide at the sight. “Clean ‘em up nice and good so no one knows what we were doing in here. Gotta be presentable, don’t we, baby?”
You nodded along to his words, hoping that didn’t mean he was going to edge you and leave you legitimately dripping all night long. Thankfully, after pulling his wet fingers from your mouth, he began fumbling with his belt buckle. Luke pulled his pants down just enough to free his massive, hard cock, precum beading on the top. Your mouth began to water.
“Up, angel, up,” He cooed, hands under your ass as he lifted you in the air. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him close to your core.
Right as you sunk down onto his thick length with a quiet gasp, the bathroom door opened.
“See, I told you there was another bathroom down here.”
“Thank God, if I had to wait in line even a minute longer I would’ve died. I just want to touch up my makeup for God’s sake.”
You eyes locked onto Luke’s, both of you sporting matching horrified expressions. Your legs were in air, wrapped tightly around Luke’s torso. It was only a matter of time before these two girls saw Luke’s legs from below the stall and deduced someone was inside the bathroom with them. At least they’d only see one person, not two.
The thought of getting caught sent a thrill down your spine, causing your pussy walls to clench down hard around Luke’s cock. He grit his teeth and slowly, slowly pulled out of you —
only to ram back in at full force.
He slammed one of his hands on your mouth, pushing hard, begging you with his eyes not to make a singular sound. He held you up against the stall, suspended and impaled on his thick, veiny cock.
Outside, the girls continued talking, their heels clicking as they walked towards the sinks.
“Did you see Luke Castellan? He came in with his new girlfriend or whatever. She’s actually pretty. I didn’t think he had it in him.”
“Um, I think she’s the lucky one? Come on, have you seen Luke Castellan? He’s fucking hot.”
“He does have the aura of a guy who eats pussy with the devotion of a man starved.”
“Ugh, you’re so right. I should’ve made a move when I had my chance.”
Luke fucked into you again, bucking hard and causing you to see stars. It took all your mental focus not to scream and moan (and laugh at the girl’s conversation. Because they were right. God, were they right). Luke took his hand off your mouth, meeting your eyes again, silently ordering you to shut the fuck up. He then used this free hand to pull your tits out of your dress. Thankfully you had decided against wearing a bra. His mouth latched on to one of your nipples, biting down as he began fucking you at a steady pace, trying not to make a sound.
You held yourself up with one arm around his neck, using your other hand to finally touch your throbbing clit. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, your head lolling back against the stall with a gentle thud.
Luckily, neither girls paid the sound any mind.
“I better win Streamer of the Year. Like, yeah, Luke’s great and popular and all, but he’s just a guy. I don’t think a girl’s won in years. And I do so much for the community.”
“So much.”
“And, you can’t tell anyone this, but I might’ve told Apollo if he, y’know, helped me out with the votes… I’d compensate him.”
“No way! You’d do that?”
“Yeah? Like I said, I deserve it the most.”
Something clicked in Luke’s brain. He must’ve finally recognized who the voice belonged to, and in doing so, quickened his pace with you. He kept one fist underneath you, clinging to your bunched up dressed and holding you up. He licked your other boob before meeting your mouth with his again, all tongue and teeth and no regret. You were being loud now, louder than you should’ve been. You were going to get caught. Your orgasm was building rapidly.
Caught, caught, caught —
Fuck! You mouthed, silent as a mouse as your orgasm crashed into you, powerful as ever. Luke continued fucking into you, letting you ride out your high. He came shortly after, biting down on your shoulder and screwing his eyes shut as he pumped his seed deep into your weeping cunt. You could feel him pulsating inside you, sending shivers up your spine.
“Wait, Drew, look — there’s someone in here!”
“What the fuck? Are you spying on us, creep?”
You suppressed another moan as Luke pulled out of you, and then helped you find your footing in the cramped stall. You grabbed a bundle of toilet paper and pressed it between your legs, cleaning up his release and the mess you’d made together.
“What the fuck?”
Luke snorted a laugh, straightening his suit and helping you with your dress. He swiped a thumb along your swollen lower lip, probably fixing your smudged makeup. He kissed your forehead, eyes gleaming with mischief, before he opened the stall door.
Standing at the sinks were Drew Tanaka and Silena Beauregard. You’d heard of them before, and watched some of their content — they mostly did IRL streams and get-ready-with-me’s. It was sort of surreal to see them in person. Especially after hearing their conversation about Luke.
“Drew. Silena.” Luke said with a polite nod, not trying at all to hide his satisfied smirk as he brushed passed them to the sink. You followed timidly, a searing blush building up from your chest to your cheeks.
“Were you two…” Silena trailed off, incredulous, at a loss for words. She blushed too. “Oh my God.”
“Couldn’t keep it in your pants for one night, Castellan?” Drew taunted, looking between the couple with an eye of disgust. You shrinked back a bit from her stare. She sounded so mean.
“Yeah, well, it can be our little secret!” Luke replied, reaching for a paper towel to dry his hands. Drew held her position, not moving out of the way. He continued, “Unless, of course, you want me to tell everyone about the fact you’re bribing the host for a win.”
Drew narrowed her eyes. “Like they’d believe you.”
“Like they’d believe you, spreading rumours about me when you’ve already caused enough drama in the streaming community.” Luke retorted, meeting her gaze.
You held your breath. Some sort of hostile stand off was happening and you had no idea how to react. Luckily, Silena Beauregard saw your nervous expression and offered you a kind smile. “You’re Y/N, right? Nice to meet you! Love the dress.”
“Uh… thanks?” You choked out, suddenly self aware of all the wrinkles in the satin of your gown, bestowed there by Luke’s strong grip.
“Anyways. Show’s about to start!” Luke said, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders. “Try not to limp, angel.”
“Bye, Luke!” Silena said with a smile.
“Ugh.” Drew scoffed, giving you a dirty glare on your way out.
~~~~
“And the winner of the 2025 Streamer of the Year Award is…. SonOfHermes!”
Luke was frozen in shock at your side. You were equally as shocked — after the bathroom encounter, you had fully believed Draw Tanaka had conned her way to the top. But no, she didn’t win. Luke won. Your Luke. Streamer of the Year.
“Go, dude, go!” Percy cheered, helping Luke strand from his seat. Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover were also standing, clapping, cheering. You joined them, giving Luke a big hug and wet kiss on his cheek before gently shoving him in the direction of the stage.
All around you, the event venue had erupted into cheers from other streamers and fans alike. The presenter at the podium held out the ugly Pepe the Frog shaped trophy out to Luke as he took the stairs two at a time up to the stage. He took the award and gave the presenter a quick side hug before they left the stage, giving Luke his spotlight moment.
The cheering died down as Luke began his acceptance speech. You kept your hands clasped together under your chin, tears pinpricking your eyes as sheer joy and pride flooded over you. Luke’s grin was brighter than any spotlight, any camera flash.
“Firstly,” Luke began, speaking into the mic. “I gotta thank my wild ass fans, man. I wouldn’t be here without your constant support and love. Well, sometimes love. You guys really do love to bully me in chat.”
The crowd laughed. Your laugh sounded more like a choked sob, tears flowing freely down your eyes now. Thalia wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close.
“Secondly, I have to thank Y/N, which I only introduced to you all about two weeks ago.” Luke continued, meeting your gaze even though you were just one person in a large crowd. He made you feel like the centre of the universe. “We recently celebrated our one year anniversary. I love that girl with my whole heart and soul. She does so much for me behind the scenes which allows me to be my best self everytime I start a stream. Y/N, you’re everything to me. I love you.”
“Lastly, you know I gotta shoutout the homies. Percy, Grover, Annie, Thals — my streams wouldn’t be half as fun without your stupid shenanigans making it entertaining for everyone. Love you guys!”
Luke held the award up one last time as the crowd cheered again, giving him a standing ovation as he came back down to his seat. You gave him another big hug as he lifted you off your feet, planting a firm kiss to your lips.
Luke set you back down and chuckled. “You crying over me, baby?” He asked, rubbing his thumb under your eye, no doubt where your mascara had smudged.
“I’m really, really proud of you.” You replied, kissing his cheek tenderly. “And I love you, too. So much.”
The award ceremony continued, but for the rest of the night, Luke never let go of your hand. Not when Percy jokingly tried to steal the trophy, not when Thalia demanded a round of victory tequila shots, and not even when the after-party lights dimmed and the music pulsed through the venue.
As the celebration wound down, Luke pulled you close, his lips brushing your ear. “You know what the best part of tonight is?” he murmured.
You tilted your head, smiling. “The award?”
He shook his head, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. “Nah. It’s that I get to take you home.”
Your heart swelled as he kissed you again, slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world.
And in that moment—surrounded by laughter, love, and the quiet hum of victory—you knew you made the right decision.
