#dad!luke castellan

[stxr-slut]

Hey, how’s it going?!! is it possible that you could write a dad!luke x fem! reader and please make it super duper fluffy. I kinda always imagined Luke as a girl dad!

Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I went through a massive slump, but I'm back, and hopefully, I'll keep it up this time. I realised about halfway through that you might be talking about single dad!luke and so I apologise if this wasn't what you had in mind!

It had been a long day, you'd been yelled st by countless entitled customers st the coffee shop where you worked, and you just wanted to get home.

When you did eventually finish your shift and make your way home, you were insntely net with the sound of giggles as you entered the small house you shared with your fiance, and the young daughter daughter you had together.

You crept up the stairs to your daughters room, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening, and the sight you were met with was nothing short of adorable.

Luke and your daughter were sat on the floor of her bedroom, dolls and teddies making up the rest of the circle, with the little plastic tea cups placed in front of each 'person'

The little girl was smiling and giggling, making up some fake gossip and talking in a posh voice, she was wearing one of her princess dresses, and like had on a tiara and some rather.. messy makeup smudged over his eyes and lips.

The sight melted your heart, making you forget all about your rough day at work.

[feelingthedisaster]

pjo is just teenagers trying to get their parents to pay child support

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | lifestyles of the rich & famous

i. lifestyles of the rich and famous by good charlotte (introduction)

a/n: introductory chapter! introducing the dynamics of the band, luke's relationship with his mom, and teenage boy antics. pre-reader and pre-chb. things will pick up quickly after this, i promise! bear with me as i set the scene :)

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“why the fuck am i seeing tabloids on top of tabloids with my kid’s plastered face on the front page of all of them?” 

luke winced at the sound of his mom’s voice echoing through the empty event space. chris covered the bottom half of his face with his shirt, trying to hold in his laughter. may castellan was in her usual pantsuit, high heels clacking against the floor, as she waved around trashy magazines. she was furious. 

“ignoring the fact that you are not 21 years old and cannot legally drink, what were you thinking, luke?” travis dropped his drumsticks on the ground, motioning for chris and connor to follow him backstage. they’d seen luke get chewed out by his mom more often since they started their world tour. as the three boys walked toward the side of the stage, may turned to them. “none of you are off the hook either. you may not have been on the front page, but care to listen to what they said about you in one of their glorious articles?” 

“i would actually prefer not to, mama castellan,” chris mumbled, suddenly feeling caught. all traces of humor instantly drained from his face. luke couldn’t help but scoff, the boys always gave him shit for getting yelled at by his mom, so he was glad that this time around they were all on the sinking ship. 

she dramatically cleared her throat, opening up one of the magazines. luke grimaced at the sight of him on the front page. he was sitting on the curb, his sunglasses askew, with a girl awkwardly patting his back. he doesn’t even remember this. may shot daggers at chris, who was cowering behind his mic stand, “bassist of poisoned mercury, chris rodriguez, was photographed away from the band when he was caught outside smoking something that wasn’t a cigarette, if you catch our drift. hopefully, his habits don’t catch up to him anytime soon.” 

she stared at the stolls next, “drummer and lead guitarist of the rising band, travis and connor stoll, didn’t miss out on the fun. they walked out of the club with two models, who looked like twins, along with a bottle of dom perignon before heading into their suv.”

“and my darling child,” her words were sweet but her tone was anything but. luke chewed on the peeling skin of his bottom lip, “superstar, teen heartthrob, poisoned mercury lead singer, luke castellan, had a great night as seen in these pictures. the resident bad boy had one too many, it seems, as he walked out of the club stumbling with a mysterious blonde under his arm. castellan couldn’t make it into the car and had to sit on the curb to puke his guts out. let’s hope his actions didn’t ruin his chance at a budding romance.” 

may closed the magazine, arms on her hips. she waited patiently for one of the boys to speak up. 

“in our defense, this was in canada,” luke tried to reason, scrunching his face up. “legal drinking age is 18.” 

that was the wrong response, luke realized, when his mom’s eyes lit up in anger. she let out a breath, “you were in toronto where the drinking age is 19, which you weren’t until yesterday.” 

“i did not know that the drinking age in canada varied by region. i always learn something new whenever i talk to you, mama castellan,” travis said, trying to lighten the mood. connor shot him a look, motioning for him to quit talking. may castellan was clearly not in the mood for jokes. 

“i am tired of you guys acting reckless,” she roared, dropping the magazines. they fell with a heavy thud. she rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers, “your parents trusted me to take care of you guys while you chased your dreams and this is what you’re doing under my watch?!” 

seeing his mom at her wit's end made luke feel sick. 

“mom,” luke hopped off the stage, ignoring the sound of the magazines ripping under his feet as he landed on top of them, “we’re sorry. i’m sorry.” 

“sorry’s not gonna cut it anymore, luke,” may said, shaking her head. “after this tour, you guys are taking a break. no touring, no public appearances.” 

“what?” connor exclaimed, joining luke off the stage. the other boys followed, looks of bewilderment evident on their faces. “w-we can’t take a break now!” 

“yeah, c’mon, mama c!” chris added, shaking his head, “we’re just getting really big. if we quit now, we’ll lose this momentum.”

“you’re not quitting. it’s just a tiny break– three months,” she cut them off, raising a hand in a stop. “we’ll release a statement to the press saying you guys will be taking some time off to work on your sophomore album so people have something to look forward to when you return.” 

“okay, so that’s the cover story,” luke ran a hand through his curls. he knew that there was no winning against his mom when she made up her mind. he looked at her and spoke before the rest of the band continued their protests, “but what are we actually gonna be doing?” 

“you’re going to spend your summer in montauk, just like old times,” his mom explained, voice still stern. “you’re going to camp half blood.”

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“what the fuck is a camp half blood?” chris asked, plopping down on the couch they had inside their dressing room. rehearsal was cut short following the news delivered by luke’s mom. 

“it’s a music camp,” luke explained, fidgeting with random things sprawled across his desk, trying to find the pack of cigarettes he hid. he really needed to clean up. “my dad used to take me there over the summer when i was younger.”

the topic of luke’s dad was a sore subject for him. his dad left him and his mom when he was 7 for some young waitress from their hometown diner. one second, he was signing up for little league with his dad as the coach; the next, he was sitting in the hallway listening to his mom cry after his dad packed a bag and left town with wendy the waitress in the passenger seat. luke hasn’t heard from him since then. last he checked, his dad was lounging beachside in santa monica with his third wife who was definitely too young for him. as far as he’s concerned, his dad was dead to him. 

but he couldn’t deny that his time at camp half blood was the place of origin of some of his best childhood memories. he got his first taste of what it was like to be on stage at camp half blood; the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart at the applause, the wild images in his head about what it would be like to be known for his music-- it all started at camp half blood. he was his happiest at camp, at least before his dad ruined it for him. 

“is it fun?” travis asked, twirling a fresh pair of drumsticks between his fingers. 

“used to be, yeah,” luke chuckled, hoisting himself up to sit on the desk. “haven’t been there since i was seven.” 

“dude, i do not want to hang out with a bunch of little kids all summer,” chris groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. 

“relax, rodriguez,” luke lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke before continuing. “there’s two sides to the camp. we’ll be with the older kids.” 

“oh shit, is camp half blood mr. d’s music camp?” connor asked. the name of the camp was starting to sound familiar to him.

luke took another drag, nodding, “that’s the one.” 

“dude, i fucking love mr. d. he always has the wildest stories,” travis laughed, “he’s so mellow and chill now, i wouldn’t’ve ever guessed he used to be like that.” 

“it was the 90’s,” chris shrugged, “pretty sure everyone was like that at one point.” 

“paid off for him though,” connor replied, opening a bag of doritos. he offered a chip to his brother, who in return, snatched the bag for himself. connor rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab another one. he was used to this. “i mean being a ceo of a multi-million dollar recording company isn’t too shabby.” 

luke hummed along, mindlessly, letting the chatter of his bandmates fill the air. the three boys fell into a conversation about the last time they saw mr. d at the recording studio when they were finishing up the vocals for their debut album, but luke’s mind was far away from the topic at hand. he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment from his body. he knew the way his mom looked at him would haunt him for the next few nights.

it wasn’t like he was actively trying to disappoint her– really, he wasn’t, but he just gets so caught up in the noise of fame that he forgets how to act under the pressure. there was something about his mom breaking down in front of him because of him that tore him apart. he felt guilty. his mom didn’t ask for this life, she didn’t even want it. she was content being a suburban mom in westport, connecticut, but she gave up her comfy life to let luke live out his dreams of being a musician. 

he was lucky, he knew that. not every mom would be on board with her kid dropping out of traditional high school to perform rowdy songs about teenage angst, but may castellan was okay with it because she loved luke so much and wanted him to be happy. so when poisoned mercury got a record deal with olympus records, she didn’t hesitate to drop everything and go on the road with four unruly teenagers, promising their parents that she’d take care of their sons. 

sometimes, he thinks about what his mom sees when she looks at him. he wonders if she still recognized him, the him before all the fame got to his head. 

he was may castellan’s little boy. the boy who used to beg his mom for chocolate chip cookies after a bad day at school, who used to knock on her door in the middle of the night wondering why he wasn’t enough for his dad to stay, and who cried when she got him his first guitar on his tenth birthday. for most of his life, it’s always just been him and his mom. 

now, at 19, luke didn’t know who he was anymore. he was just going with the flow, doing whatever, doing whoever, his fame and his status threw his way. he did what any teenage boy would do in his position– he drank, he smoked, he had fun, maybe too much fun, sometimes. it’s a rockstar’s life, his wildest dreams come to life, but it was a distraction, mostly. luke wasn’t brave enough to face the music just yet, so he dove into this fantasy head-first, too afraid to look back.

except sometimes, he fucks up really badly, like in toronto, and he’s forced to deal with the consequences of his actions. one time, his mom cut the band off from playing video games on the tour bus for a month after a heated argument between the four of them caused them to cancel a show. the argument was stupid. luke was adamant that scorpions did not have the same mental capacity for understanding pain that humans do and that did not bode well with travis. rehearsal ended in a brawl because travis kept doing impromptu drum solos to drown out luke’s voice. his mom was pissed that hundreds of fans were disappointed over the canceled show and it was all because they couldn’t agree over a damn scorpion. 

another time, she banned them from driving the golf carts around the venue when they crashed it into a very expensive sound system in portland. they ended up owing upwards of $4,000 for the damages and were banned from playing at the event space ever again. the four of them laughed about it when the chaos of it all subsided, and they were fine not playing at the house of hades again, but they did miss the snack bar they set up for visiting talents. chris said he still dreamt about the pomegranate juice ‘til this day. 

luke can look back at the punishments over the years fondly now. in the grand scheme of things, none of it really mattered. but going to camp half blood? this was a different type of punishment. 

luke didn’t want to go to camp half blood. the last memory he had of camp was not a welcomed one. plus, after what he experienced on tour, he could think of a million other ways to spend his summer months, and living at a camp with spotty cell service and designated arts and crafts time was nowhere near the top of the list. 

“yo, castellan,” chris’ voice snapped luke out of his thoughts. “you comin?”

luke put out his cigarette against the wood of his desk, “huh?”

“we’re grabbing food, do you wanna go with us?”

luke hopped off the desk, slipping on his black, puffer jacket, “yeah, i’m right behind you.” 

as luke was walking out of the dressing room, adjusting his t-shirt, he saw his mom talking to teddy, their publicist. they were engaged in a serious conversation, no doubt talking about the press release regarding their second album and their hiatus. luke stood in front of the door for a brief moment, a stutter in his steps, not knowing if he should interrupt.

 luke pursed his lips, deciding to jog over to his mom. 

“i think we should post it on the band accounts first before the boys announce it individually. it make–” may furrowed her eyebrows, noticing luke coming closer to her. she turned her body to face him. she looked much calmer now than she did during rehearsals, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

luke shook his head, “nothin’, mom. i just–uh, just wanted to say sorry again.”

“let’s talk later, may,” teddy gave the two of them a small smile before walking away. 

“i’m not changing my mind about camp half blood,” she frowned. “sorry, luke but i can’t have you guys running around all sum–”

“no, no, i know, mom. i-i didn’t come here to try to convince you,” luke looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling like a little boy again. “i just– uh, shit. okay, i’m sorry for toronto. it was a bad time and it’s not fair that you have to deal with the fall out of our shit. and uh– thank you for sticking by us even though we drive you kinda crazy.” 

may laughed, smiling at her son, “you’re my kid. you know i’ll always be there to set you straight.” 

“thanks, mom,” luke chuckled, backing away to catch up with his bandmates. may waved goodbye, making her way to teddy’s makeshift office. before luke left the tunnel, he turned around, “wait mom! last thing!” 

she raised her eyebrows, “what?” 

luke raised his hand in a thumbs-up motion, grinning from ear to ear, “love you!” 

“i love you too, kiddo,” may replied, a hand over her heart. “now scram, i gotta clean up your mess.” 

[cassiopeia-core]

Hey, how’s it going?!! I was wondering if you could write dad!luke x reader fluffy fic? I had the thought of Luke being a girl dad and it’s driving me nuts.

favourite girls

modern!luke x reader

a/n: i love the idea of girl dad luke! its so sweet and cute and aldfjaldkfjk anyways enjoy :)

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"claire, honey, please go to bed already," you sighed, watching your five year old little bundle of energy chase her father around the house. it was way past her bedtime. "luke, stop encouraging this behaviour. i swear to god, i will start graying before i reach thirty."

luke scooped your daughter up and swung her around in a circle. claire giggled, small fists grabbing at your boyfriends curly black locks. "daddy, please, just five more minutes?" your daughter whined, looking up at luke with those big brown eyes she knew he could never say no to.

you sighed a deeper sigh, feeling an incoming headache on its way. it'd been a really tiring week; your boss had been pushing deadline upon deadline onto you and you were on the verge of multiple simultaneous mental breakdowns.

upon hearing your sigh, luke's heart dropped a little, suddenly feeling that his and his daughters actions, although playful, were very inconsiderate towards you, his lovely sweet girlfriend who wanted nothing more than a night of well deserved sleep. "come on claire bear, off to bed now. mommy's had a really long day okay? how about i read you a bedtime story, yeah?" he spoke softly, slinging your still whining five year old over his shoulder, making his way towards her room. as he passed by you, you shot him a grateful smile, standing up and walking to you and luke's shared bedroom.

you slipped under the warm covers and closed your eyes contentedly, feeling sleep overtake you. a few moments later, you felt the mattress next to you dip down. "luke?" you murmured groggily, hands reaching for him.

"shit baby, did i wake you? i'm so sorry." luke took hold of your hands and pressed a kiss to each one before pulling you close to him.

"s'okay," you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. "thank you so much."

"mama?" you heard the soft pitter-patter of feet, accompanied by your daughter's sleepy voice. "mama, i can't sleep. i want a cuddle. please?"

"of course sweetie." your daughter scrambled into the bed, climbing over you and settling in between you and luke. you kissed her cheek. "good night claire bear."

"g'night mama."

luke watched his two favourite girls succumb to sleep before pressing a kiss to your foreheads, feeling so lucky to have the both of you in one lifetime.

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a/n pt2: again, rushed ending? i have zero experience with children so i hope this was okay <3

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

At some point in the short life he lived, Luke looked at his father and only saw love. Back then, only the present mattered.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Am I the only one who thinks that Hermes is a super underrated god? Yeah we only ever saw him through a bad lense in Pjo because of Luke, but in the last Olympian, I had so much sympathy for him.

The guy wanted to help his son out so bad, but knew that if he interfered with the fates, then it would make matters worse and cause bigger problems. Even Poseidon knows how much he loved Luke till the point where he was considered Hermes's pride and joy. He LOVED May castellan so much aswell. He was anguished that Annabeth couldn't change Luke's mind (obv he shouldn't have blamed her, but you can see how desperate he was to help Luke). He said that Luke was no longer the same boy anymore because he gave himself away to Kronos. Imagine the heartbreak.

He actually had the decency to shed tears and genuinely repent his son's death (I'm looking at you Zeus) and even blessed him after he died so he could have it a little easier in the underworld.

Also, Hermes was enraged when percy accused him of not caring about luke, because he loved luke more than anything else, compare this to zeus, when hera accused him of not caring about jason's death, Zeus only got angry because he got the blame, not because he was upset that he was getting misunderstood of not caring. u can legit see it in his response ("i didnt kill him woman, caligula did!") like how tf does that response make any sense, he was basically proving hera's point with that shit answer. the guy just hates it when gets called out or blamed for his bs.

Hermes is also the least superficial god because he has a deeper understanding with mortals since he works with them. The dude is also funny aswell (duh he's like the god of mischief).

I've also never seen many pjo fics involving x Hermes!reader either. Is it because his powers aren't really flashy or flamboyant?

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

In his own twisted way✨

A daughter of Ares fanfiction because seriously, we needed a dad!Ares fic after the Pjo show

Prologue Chapter 1: Percy becomes supreme lord of the Bathroom Chapter 2: Do you want me to burn your cookie? Chapter 3: We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium Chapter 4: My loyalty is bound by blood Chapter 5: I Plunge to my Death Chapter 6: Goodbye, Emily Chapter 7: A God buys us Cheeseburgers Chapter 8: You're on your own, kid Chapter 9: We take a Zebra to Vegas Chapter 10: Remember that night? Chapter 11: We find out the truth, Sort Of Chapter 12: All is fair in love and war Chapter 13: The Prophecy comes True Epilogue

in italics are the chapters that will be flashbacks of Emily's (my og daughter of Ares character) childhood

✨Official Playlist here!

🤍Edits:

Annabeth and Emily friendship video <3 here

Taglist: @strawberryys-stuff @ladysybilchronicles @kyuupidwrites @nhloversblog @beansficreblogs @priyajoyy @zeeader @lightsgore

[bvckbiter]

the jokes write themselves

[burnedgod]

no Luke Castellan is so right bc if my dad abandoned me & then got famous for some historical broadway musical I would become an ACTUAL WAR CRIMINAL too

[punkeropercyjackson]

Y'all niggas will hate and critize female characters more for not coping the right away from being abused than you will male characters for abusing women💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[batcavescolony]

If I was Chris Rodriguez you'd have to sedate me every time camp went on a little trip to Olympus. He is obviously a Hermes kid, but he never actually got claimed by Hermes. If I had to go to Olympus and seem him acting like nothing is wrong I'd get killed for impertinence. I'm swinging at a God consequences be damned.

[ghostkingdoesstuff]

Y'all ever just think about the fact that Luke has younger siblings, and like not by a huge gap from when he was born. Can't figure out how old Chris Rodriquezs actor is (Andrew Alvarez most mysterious man on this planet, apparently, if you know do share) but like if we're assuming he's the same age as Clarrise/Dior then bros 18 at Luke's 19 meaning atleast in show cannon, maybe 17 at the time of release, but regardless ughhhh yeah Hermes moved on from May Castellan QUICK, possibly while like was like only a few months old. I'm just saying YEAH bro was busy doing God stuff and GETTING LAYED AND YOU'RE SLEEPING NEXT TO THE PROOF??? While you grew up fatherless and fending for yourself against you very mentally ill with no meds or some kinda assisted living situation mother, your dad had moved on with his life completely and had several other kids, AND NOW YOU'RE EXPECTING TO BE ROOMATES??? from Luke's pov FUCK LIN MANUEL MIRANDA!!!

[m00ng4z3r]

"love flew away" laufey, adam melchor

sometimes I wonder how life would've been if you hadn't left.

(so.... this was supposed to be a dad!Luke board but I couldn't find enough pics and the angst monster possessed me for sec. 😵‍💫 this is so bittersweet nfrjifnrdemjo)

[my-pjo-stuff]

I like to think that the Titan Army actually celebrated stuff like Christmas and Easter- not for any cultural or religious reason, just to fuck with their parents.

[mythology-void]

EVERYONE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW AND LISTEN

because when annabeth said Luke's name to Hermes, his immediate reaction was VISCERAL GRIEF and then "tell me how I can help my son"

but when Percy said Hermes' name in that last fight, Luke's immediate reaction was rage and bitterness, and he immediately started directing that towards Percy.

Hermes desperately wanted to be close to his son, and Luke wanted nothing to do with him oh be still my bleeding heart

[pinay12204]

I love how the PJO show has taken liberties in adding scenes that were not from the books and lessing some stuff from the books at the same time because this would mean that there will be more chances for us to expect the unexpected and at the same time make the characters more nuanced than they already are.

Like how Percy knew about the Oddyessey beforehand meaning that there will be a change in his interaction with Calypso 'cause he'd know what to expect and the fact that he already is aware of seers and their bad luck making a very new take on how Percy and Annabeth will interact with Rachel will probably be as a way for them to keep her safe from her bad luck and Annabeth will probably be more aware of this and be approachable towards her than the "girl hates girl" way that Rick showed in the books for once

Or how Annabeth is going to see this as an opportunity to fight more or be much more conflicted against Luke now that she knows his true mission and how Thalia is probably gonna react more to this information knowing that she did not see any of Luke's characteristic of hurting a child.