#luke castellen

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

In Luke and Percy’s sword practice scenes, where Percy makes a comment about why the gods aren’t more scared of them if they get to break the rules, and the fukcing LOOK Luke gives him… that is Luke deciding that Percy is worthy of recruiting to his cause…

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

PERCY JACKSON SERIES SPOILERS KINDA

Because they made Luke say annabeth was his little sister I think they’re gonna take out the him having a crush/being in love with her plot from last Olympian. I reckon they’re gonna keep them as a tragic sibling bond (LIKE THEY SHOULD’VE BEEN)

[soulless-angel25]

Whumpril 2024, Day 26 Prompt- "How could you?" @whumpril

There's pain and hurt and accusation when the words exit Annabeth's lips but she won't take them back, can't take them back. Both of them know what she's referring to, how could he betray the camp? Betray her? How could he poison Thalia's tree? How could he try and murder Percy? How could he do any of it?

The tears sting at her eyes and she just lets them fall as she looks at him, really looks at Luke. One of the people who had saved her, someone who had cared for her and promised family and forever.

And when Luke looks at her there is something akin to remorse but not regret. Both of them know he does not regret what he has done, both of them know that things will never go back to they were when they were younger. But still, they look at each.

A thought crosses through Annabeth's mind as she looks at him, a saying she'd heard for years; "Blood is thicker than water" and she can't help but think of the full quote, the one people often forget. "Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb." She thinks of how Luka and Thalia had been her 'blood' and how that 'covenant' had slowly extended to the rest of the camp.

How the first person that comes to mind now is Percy, and part of her is terrified by that. Because she's looking at Luke and can't help but picture various people taking his place. Would any of her other 'blood' betray her?

[augustiscoquette]

who I write for

who I write for, and what I write for them.

Luke castellen - show (smut,fluff, and angst)

Charlie Bushnell (smut, fluff, angst)

Walker scobell (fluff,angst)

Georgie Cooper (smut,fluff,angst)

All of the sturniolos (smut,fluff,angst)

Both Weasley twins (smut, fluff)

Ryan Reynolds/his characters (smut,fluff)

Renee rapp/Regina George (smut,fluff,angst)

That's all, but if anymore come along I'll be sure to let all of y'all know!

Requests are open.

AND I NEED MORE MOOTS

RIP GEORGE COOPER 😔🕊️

[starthornisscratching]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Luke Castellan/Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan/Ethan Nakamura, lukethan, Thaluke Characters: Luke Castellan, Ethan Nakamura, Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson) (mentioned), Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson) (mentioned), Grover Underwood (mentioned), Camp Half-Blood Campers (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Pre-The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson), Luke Castellan-centric, Luke Castellan Needs a Hug, Bisexual Luke Castellan, Thalia and Ethan Parallels, Angst, Emotional Whump, Whump, Whumptober 2024, Hurt Luke Castellan, Prompt: Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted, Prompt: Left For Dead, Developing Relationship Series: Part 14 of Starthorn's Whumptober 2024 Summary:

He hated that he had left Thalia to die even if it was what she had wanted. He hated that she had sacrificed herself instead of letting him do it. He hated that she had always been the strongest fighter of their trio because maybe if he was better he would have been the one to stay behind. He hated that he was all Annabeth had left because he had let Thalia die. He didn’t deserve her respect or her love.

There were a lot of things he hated.

Or: Luke and Annabeth made it into camp with Grover. Thalia wasn't so lucky and even now that's he's counselor of the Hermes Cabin, everything keeps reminding him of her.

[screenshotsonpinterest]

Yes girl write that self insert/oc romance fanfic I’m not going to read it but keep writing it babe I support you and your antics

[ermwhatthesigma]

“You’re delusional”

“Your wet” GOT MEEEE!

Capture the Flag

luke castellan x reader

pt 2

A/N: now that i'm writing for other fandoms, feel free to let me know if you only want to be on a hotd taglist. But now, please enjoy the strongest swordsman in camp halfblood

TW: MAJOR SMUT, slight bondage, rough smut, violence, lowkey dark(ish)!luke

word count: 1,699 words

You want Luke Castellan’s head speared on your sword.

It’s like you spend every minute preparing for capture the flag because of him. He spends every last minute of each game cutting down your teammates and stealing your flag, so now it’s time to change the tactic. You ditch your father’s usual battle advice of going for the kill and hope that defence is the best offence for once. You also pray that he will guide your sword anyhow. So there you stand, guarding your flag with two of your most vicious teammates. You dodge the blue team’s first attack that was supposed to draw you off. You may have a short temper but you aren’t stupid. And you’re more than pleased to see the look of surprise on Luke’s face as he approaches.

“Fucking Ares kids.” He grumbles, sword drawn.

“Were you not expecting me, Castellan?” You ask with a vengeful smirk.

He goes right for you. You’re the biggest threat there but he likes to think you’re not even close to his skill level. You would believe that the man plans to cut you down and then your teammates. He always aims for the glory of it all.

“How’s your team gonna get our flag if you’re here?” He asks as he makes the first swing. It’s much better to start off on offence and he’s the one coming at you.

“Who cares. When you’re done, so is your team.” You block him, hating to be on defence but he’s too quick.

“Gods, you didn’t plan ahead of that? There really isn’t anything in that pretty little head of yours, is there? Other than rage of course.”

  You’re a hothead. He knows it. You know it and it doesn’t take much to rile you up. When you’re riled up, you get sloppy. At this point, you don’t care if he guts you, you go for the little fucker’s ankles. You’re actually surprised when he stumbles from blocking your attack. It’s a stupid mistake, especially for him. Though, you aren’t going to let a chance like this slip by. You keep pushing him back, trying to leave him no chance to think in between swings. He trips over a log behind him, the sword falling from his hand. He has no chance now, not on the ground and you won’t be letting him get up.

“Who’s the idiot now?” 

He looks at you as you approach slowly, taunting him. He then grabs his sword and makes a break for it. You’re too shocked to even keep him down.

What the fuck.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Luke Castellan run from a fight. Not in your 4 years at camp. So you chase after him.

He’s fast, faster than you but you push yourself. He trails away… and away. Then you lose him. 

“Godsdamnit!” You scream into the woods as you jog around where you last saw him. 

You know you can’t stray for long if you’re not fighting Luke so you turn to make your way back to the flag. That’s when he jumps out at you with his sword swinging. You barely have time to block and it puts you off your balance. He swings at you again and again. You fall as you continue to block the merciless strikes. You’re practically holding your sword in the air and hoping for the best. The best doesn’t come as the weapon flies from your hand. He descends on you, straddling your waist as he holds the blade to your throat. He’s smirking.

“You don’t try nearly hard enough.” He says to you. “I know you’re not very clever but hades, my teammates probably already have the flag over the barrier.” 

That’s when you realize how easily you were deceived. Luke didn’t run from you because you bested him; he ran to draw you off. It was a pathetically simple plan and it worked. The heat rises to your cheeks from humiliation. He grabs your two hands and pins them above your head, his grip gentle but also firm.

“I’ll put you in your grave.” You spit out at him.

“Will you now? While I have you essentially restrained?” He’s clearly amused.

You struggle beneath him with all your force but all you manage to do is roll your hips against him, earning a groan from the man. You feel it too, the burning ache between your thighs. You want him. Worse yet, he wants you.

“Let me up.” 

“No. I think you quite like how I have you pinned to the ground.” He smirks.

“You’re delusional.”

“You’re wet.”

He slips a knee between your thighs and rubs it against your clothed pussy. It takes everything in you not to whimper.

“S-Stop.” You stutter out.

“Make me.” He murmurs, continuing to make you grind down on his knee as he leans down and forces you into a hot kiss. You hate how you kiss back, so hungry for him. Your mind is clouded with lust for a moment before you realize the advantage he is giving you. You never technically conceded.

As swiftly as you can, you wrap your free leg around his waist and use your whole strength to throw him off you, startling him enough to free your hands.

“You bitch.” He groans as you jab him in the stomach to try and give yourself enough time to grab your sword but it doesn’t work. He grabs you by the ankle and yanks hard. You slam to the ground right on your stomach. He moves to restrain you by sitting on your thighs so you can’t move your legs and holds your hands behind your back. You clearly didn’t consider how inevitably stronger he is than you.

“Shit.” You whine. His hold isn’t nearly as gentle this time.

“That was a cheap fucking shot.” He says cruelly. He’s pissed now.

“Fuck you. Castellan!” Gods it goes straight to his dick when you call him by his last name. He grips your hair with his free hand and pulls back hard so you have to look at him. You whine again at the sharp pain.

“You just can’t play fair, can you, princess? Maybe I won’t either then.”

 He drops your head and you hear him rustling with something. You realize it’s his belt when you feel the leather against your wrists. He’s binding you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is full of rage but to him, you just sound petulant. 

 “What you need.” Is his simple answer.

He shifts down so he sits, or rather kneels, with your legs between his. He’s amused by your renewed writhing as an attempt to escape. It is pitiful really. Oh well, he’ll have you writhing for a different reason soon enough.

His fingertips glide across your waist, to your hips and then to your thighs, causing your back to arch upwards slightly, your stomach dipping. He brings his lips down to your ear, his voice is deep and lustful as he says, “Your body seems to know what it wants.”

“I’ll kill you.” You promise.

“Oh, i’m sure you will. But right now, you fucking belong to me.” He yanks on your hair again so you have to look at him and your eyes water from the pain. “I think you like me hurting you.” His other hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit and you let out a strangled moan. “For a girl who is so controlling, it’s interesting how badly you enjoy me manhandling you.”

He yanks your pants down and slips your helmet under your hips so your ass stays high in the air with your chest to the ground.

“This is fucked up.” You say.

“You love it. Your panties are soaked.” And he’s completely right. You’ve never been so turned on before but not a lot of men are as strong and good-looking as Luke Castellan.

He pulls your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping pussy. He begins to palm himself through his pants and unzips them. “You have about three seconds to tell me if you don’t actually want this.”

You are silent and he chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

Before you can even prepare yourself or form a thought, his fat cock is shoved inside of you, splitting you open.

“Ah, Luke!” You moan at the pain and pleasure.

“Gods, this is the tightest little pussy i’ve had.” He begins to fuck in and out of you relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust. “Yeah, you’re good for me now, baby. Such a good little cocksleeve.” He punctuates his last words with hard thrusts, the head of his cock bullying into you each time.

All you can do is repeat his name like a mantra as you get pounded on the forest floor by the strongest swordsman in camp. It’s even worse as he begins to rub your clit again, sending you so close to the edge.

“Never gonna have enough of you after this.” Luke murmurs as he feels you squeezing around him. “My good girl.” 

That’s what sends you tumbling over the edge, bringing Luke with you as you do. He never could’ve kept going, not with the way your walls were squeezing around him. He pulls out almost instantly so he can watch his cum spill out of you. He doesn’t wipe it. He just pulls your panties back on and fixes the both of you up. You’re thoroughly spent, he can tell by the way you pant as he releases your wrists.

“You okay?” He asks as he helps you sit up. He grabs your hands so he can kiss the marks on your wrists. After all you’ve done, that’s the act that makes you blush furiously. 

“Um, yeah.” You breathe out.

“I’ll be nicer next time, I promise. Somebody just had to put you in your place first.” He grins wolfishly.

“Next time?” 

That’s when you hear the horn. The blue team has won again.

He pecks a kiss to your cheek. “Time to claim my kleos.” He says cockily before jogging off to meet his team.

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[spider-ghoul]

Prison for life w/ luke castellan⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Inspired by the song prison for life by Oliva Rodrigo (ovi)

Warnings: lowkey possessive Luke, semi-dark luke if you squint,

-⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚-

You could take care of yourself, that was clear to everyone. Actually, in the years youd been at camp, you refused help from anyone. 

You were strong, and one of the best sword fighters camp had seen in years, under only Luke Castellen himself.

Maybe it was the fact that he was the only one who could best you. Maybe just because he was strong. Maybe he just loved helping you. But, after you turned fourteen, you had started to finally accept the help he offered. 

Maybe that was also the year you started blushing whenever you saw him, but who was keeping track? 

And Luke loved it. He loved being the only one that could carry your sword, and the only one who could protect you from the monsters that roam the woods, not that you needed protection. 

He looked at you with heart eyes as you watched him show off during sword practice. 

And when you started officially dating it only got worse. Or better, really depends on how you look at it. 

Luke started doing everything for you. Opening doors? "Let me get that-" walking to practice? "I can carry your sword." tired after practice? "I can carry you." Always with his dumb smiles and pecks to your cheek. 

And then that kid from the demeter cabin asked you out.. you declined, of course, but you noticed the angery glares Luke would send them. Or the suppressed smiles as he kissed you and it HAPPENED to be in front of them. How he would get extra touchy whenever the two of you would pass the strawberry gardens where he worked.

Eventually, luke was bold enough to sneak into your cabin at night. Too 'help him sleep'. It was only cuddling, your cabin had other kids in it of course. He would wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head where your shirt gathered on your neck. 

He'd mummer the sweetest things into your ear, and press kisses to your jaw and neck. 

Your siblings never told (well aware that luke would assign them stable cleaning duty for a month), and life went on. 

-----

You knew luke could be...a bit intense. You'd heard stories at least, but you figured people were dramatic. 

Then, there was this rumor. And it was about you. 

And when it got too luke..he was mad. Really mad. 

You told him it didn't bother you, a small lie, but you said it wasn't a big deal.

He didn't believe you.

He asked Selena, she would know who started it. And she did.

Strangely, the next day one of the guys in the Ares cabin had a black eye and a crooked nose.

That night, when Luke snuck into your cabin like normal, he held you a bit closer than normal.

You were half asleep. You could've dreamed it.

"If anybody hurt you.. I'd be going to prison for life."

[seagull9111]

LUKE CASTELLEN AND PERCY JACKSON ARE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

[electionfraudking]

@shshshshshowrunner

Prada editorial in British Vogue, 1977

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Trapped

Pairing Dark Luke castellan x Poseidon daughter reader 

Platonic Percy jackson x sister reader 

Trigger warnings kidnapping,  poison (not strong enough to kill ), cursing/language, dark themes

You had arrived at Camp Half-Blood long before Percy your half brother did.  You had actually arrived with Thalia,  Luke and Annabeth 

You'd think being the daughter of the sea god You'd have the advantage especially in the middle of the ocean but that was not the case for you.  Luke had been poisoning you. The poison wasn't enough to kill you but enough to weaken you enough that it was hard to use your full powers. Also the celestial bronze chains didn't help either.  You maybe thinking how'd you get here? Well it all happened on that night. The night Luke betrayed Camp Half-Blood.  Percy came back with a new cut. Annabeth had seen everything.

Flashback 

  “Oh my gods Percy what happened to you?” You asked rushing over to your younger brother looking over at the cut on your little brother luckily the cut wasn't very deep. “ You're ok Percy i promise I've got you. What monster did this to you? At least they didn't do worse.” You said holding Percy close to you. Annabeth,  Chiron and Percy all glanced at each other. “Annabeth your ok too ?........right?” You questioned your eyes scanning the young girl you grew to call a sister yet she wouldn't met your eyes. “Y/n …….. you might want to sit down for this.” Chiron said. “Sit down for what Chiron?” You asked.  …….no answer “Chiron?” You asked again refusing to sit down. 

“ It's Luke……he's the lightning theif and traitor to the camp.” Chiron said and with that the world went black. When you awoke again it was late and none was around.  You were in the camps hospital bed or at least one of them because you fainted.  Honestly it wasn't the best idea to leave the hospital bed in the middle of the night because who did you run into? Luke. “ You shouldn't be here Castellan. “ You growled under your breath.  “ Come on now M'love……. Luke started but didn't get to finish. 

“Don't give me that my love crap Castellan we're over. We were over the moment you chose Kronos over camp.” You said turning your back towards him which really wasn't a smart move. “My love come back we're not over i refuse to let you break up with me!” Luke exclaimed  after you. “Goodbye Castellan. “ You  replied. Maybe if you hadn't turned around you would have seen him pull out backbiter and hit you in the back of your head with the butt of it. 

End of flashback 

The door to Luke's room opened. 

“ Hello darling.” Luke purred and wrapped himself around you spooning you from behind. “ Fuck off Castellen go rot in Tartarus.” You replied you could feel Luke's chest rumble slightly in amusement.  “ Don't bite the hand that feeds u love.” Luke replied .  “If you loved me you'd let me go.” You said struggle against his embrace. “ It's because I love you that I can't let you go. You are MINE forever.  Goodnight darling.” Luke replied.  He feel asleep quickly while you laid in his arms feeling…….

Trapped .

[honeysmoonn]

luke castellen x false god beats every time sorry

[captainamericasmotercycle]

fic recs (my favs)

one year with luke castellan -> @tangledinlove

luke castellen x apollo!reader -> @too-deviant

daylight (luke castellan x apollo!reader) -> @keerysfreckles

heartless (luke castellan x reader) -> @wlntrsldler

a slow motion love potion (luke castellan x reader) -> @xspeter

a golden cage (jacaerys velaryon x reader) -> @eldrith

your hand, forever (james potter x reader) -> @luveline

missed hints (remus lupin x reader) -> @empress-simps

romance analysis unit (spencer reid x reader) -> @rufflebuttercup

the prodigal daughter (darth vadar x dark!jedi!reader) -> @sansaorgana

(not) my girl (rafe cameron x reader) -> @obaex

[augustiscoquette]

luke castellen headcanons.

During capture the flag, if you are on other team. And you get the flag he won't try to stop you, he'll be screaming "THATS MY BABY!"

He asks before, touching you anywhere.

He's a bottom because, he's afraid of hurting you if he was a top.

He loves your scent, it's like oxygen to him.

Pet names for you

Mrs castellen

Darling

Mama's

Bbg

Wifey

Taglist @tlgad1989

RIP GEORGE COOPER FLY AS HIGH AS YOUR B8G BACKED SELF CAN ANGEL 🕊️

[its-avalon-08]

charles leclerc x reader part5

themes

enemies to lovers redbull v/s ferrari female driver overprotective max and checo spice maybe??

Chapter 5: Social media jealousy

The desert sun had set, leaving a fiery bruise on the Dubai horizon. Y/N, fresh from a victory lap around the pool in a barely-there bikini, posted a picture on Instagram. Her hair, still damp from the swim, clung to her like a waterfall of molten gold. Her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held a smoldering promise, and her body, honed to the precision of a racing machine, was draped in the sunlight like a trophy. (imagine it something like this look down :)) )

The comments flooded in, a digital storm of adoration and envy. Lando Norris emoji-bombed the post with monkey faces, while Carlos Sainz chimed in with a cheeky, "Looking sharp, compañera!" But amidst the familiar faces of the F1 world, a new name caught Y/N's eye: Luke Castellen.

Luke, Hollywood's golden boy, with eyes like melted chocolate and a smile that could charm a viper, had commented: "that'ss a sight i would like to wake up next to."

Y/N smirked. Luke's comment, laced with a subtle suggestion, was like a drop of gasoline on smoldering embers. She knew the effect it would have, not just on the fans, but on a certain fiery Monegasque.

As if on cue, Charles Leclerc materialized at her usual dinner table, his face a thundercloud. His eyes, usually dancing with mischief, were narrowed with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine.

"So, the Luke Castellen boy," he drawled, his voice tight with something that wasn't just annoyance. "Who is he?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, playing with a stray strand of hair. "Why, Leclerc? Jealous?"

The question, dripping with honeyed challenge, ignited the inferno in Charles' chest. "Jealous?" he spat, his voice a low growl. "No, Y/N. Just curious who the poor bloke is who'll have to tolerate you."

The barb was meant to sting, to push her back into their familiar dance of animosity. But Y/N, fueled by Luke's comment and her own newfound boldness, met his gaze with a smile that was both playful and dangerous. She smartly leaned in closer, with her body pressing against his saying, "Oh, darling, don't underestimate my ability to choose who gets to play with my fire."

The air crackled with unspoken threats and promises. The game, once a playful rivalry, had shifted. Now, it was a game of seduction, of power, and of the delicious, heady mix of jealousy and desire.

Y/N, her eyes blazing with defiance, took a sip of her wine and winked at him. Charles, his jaw clenched, mirrored her action. The battle lines were drawn, not on the racetrack, but in the intimate space of their shared gaze. And as the night deepened, the question hung heavy in the air: who would win this game of hearts, fueled by the heat of the desert and the icy fire of jealousy?

[3lder1ch-l0verz]

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