#luke riordan imagine

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine Jordan being jealous you're with Luke:

They couldn't help it. Every time they saw you and him together, something snapped inside them. They twitched. Luke didn't deserve you. You were the smartest in the school. You were almost as powerful as Luke. You should have been number one, and you should have been with them. You two had more in common. You had the same sense of humor, the same drive, the same want to be the best. You were living in Golden Boys' shadow in class and in your relationship. They could treat you so much better. They could show you what an equal relationship looks like instead of just being known as the person dating Golden Boy. It wasn't right. You two had clicked instantly, and yet, you chose him over them. It didn't make any sense. They knew they had no right to you, to your emotions,but they were sure if you just gave them a chance that you would see that you were right for one another. Not you and Luke. You and Jordan.

[ladymonterosa]

The thin line between love and hate

Fifth part: "Astrid"

October 3, 2022

I was running through the corridors of God U, my heart pounding wildly in my chest and my feet sliding on the smooth floor. The watch on my wrist showed a time I never wanted to see: I was late, again.

My bag bounced on my shoulder, filled to the brim with books and notes that seemed to weigh twice as much while I ran. Each step echoed in the empty corridors.

"Hurry up, Astrid..." I muttered through clenched teeth, almost out of breath. I wished I could at least have a moment to catch my breath, but there was no time. The English Literature class had started last week, and it was held on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. Today would be the fourth time in a row that I couldn't make it on time, and just the thought of entering that classroom full of already-seated students made my stomach knot.

I reached the classroom door, my breath ragged and my cheeks flushed from running. Without a second thought, I grabbed the handle and pushed, hurrying inside. The professor was already speaking, and her stern gaze hit me like a lightning bolt as soon as I crossed the threshold. I didn't dare look her in the eye, nor did I dare apologize yet again; I just wanted to get to my seat as quickly as possible.

But fate seemed determined to make me pay for every minute of lateness. As I tried to weave between the desks to find an empty chair, my foot caught on the edge of the rug, making me lose my balance. I let out a strangled cry as I fell forward, my hands desperately reaching for something, anything, to stop the fall. The sound of my books, pens, and all my belongings spilling out of my bag and scattering across the floor filled the room.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. I could feel all the students' eyes on me, like spotlights illuminating me in a scene of a drama I had never wanted to perform. I felt my face flush immediately, a mix of shame and anger burning my cheeks. I bent down to pick up my things, trying to ignore the growing murmurs around me.

"Great start, Astrid," I thought bitterly as I grabbed the pens and shoved them back into my bag. I wished I could disappear, vanish into a dark corner of the room where no one could see me anymore.

But then, amid my trembling hands and scattered books, someone knelt down beside me. I hadn't even noticed that one of the students sitting in the front rows had gotten up to help me. He was a tall guy with blond hair and a kind look in his eyes that seemed to convey more than his words could express. He handed me a notebook and a book that had slid far away, and our eyes met for a moment.

I was speechless, caught by those clear eyes that looked at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. He seemed like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. He helped me up with a gentle gesture, and I thanked him shyly, my voice barely a whisper. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even hold his gaze, but at the same time, I couldn't take my eyes off his face.

"Thank you," I mumbled, feeling the warmth that continued to rise on my cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replied, his tone calm and reassuring.

We stayed silent for a moment, our eyes still fixed on each other. It was one of those moments that seem to last longer than they should, one of those brief instants when you forget everything around you and let yourself be carried away by something bigger. But reality crashed down on us like a bucket of cold water.

"Miss Steenwijk, this is the fourth time you've been late to my lessons," the professor's shrill voice startled me, yanking me back to reality. I turned towards the desk, finding the stern gaze of the woman aimed directly at me. "Don't you think you should learn to be more punctual?"

Her words were harsh, cutting, and I felt each letter hit me like a punch to the chest. I didn't trust my voice; I knew that if I tried to speak, the lump tightening my throat would betray me.

"I'm sorry, Professor," I finally managed to say, my voice weak and despondent. I tried not to lower my gaze, but I felt myself sinking into the floor under the weight of her words.

"Sorry isn't enough, Miss Steenwijk," the professor continued, without a hint of understanding. "If you intend to follow this course, you'll need to learn to respect the schedule like all the other students. It is unacceptable for you to be late every single time."

I nodded without arguing. There was nothing I could say to defend myself, and I knew that every word would only make things worse. I quickly made my way to an empty seat, keeping my head down and shoulders slumped, trying to make as little noise as possible. I sat down and tried to hide behind my books, hoping the lesson would resume soon and everyone would shift their focus to something other than me.

The boy who had helped me returned to his seat without saying another word, but I could still feel the weight of his gaze on me. I had never liked being the center of attention, and at that moment, I felt as though every single flaw, every single mistake, was on full display for everyone to see. I just hoped the rest of the lesson would pass as quickly as possible, that the embarrassment would dissolve with time.

The lesson ended more slowly than I would have liked. I got up from my chair as soon as the professor's voice, which had dominated the classroom, faded away, and I quickly gathered my things. I didn't want to stay there a minute longer than necessary.

I grabbed my bag, still slightly out of breath, and left the classroom, heading toward the campus exit. The hum of conversations around me was just an indistinct background noise as I walked briskly, almost running. All I wanted was to get out of there and regain control of my day.

Once outside the building, I immediately saw the black car with tinted windows waiting for me. The driver, a man in his fifties with perfectly combed gray hair and an impassive demeanor, opened the back door for me without a word. I sat on the soft leather seat and sighed in relief as the car silently pulled away, leaving the chaos of the campus behind.

My uncle Alexander had arranged to meet me at a very exclusive restaurant in the city center, one of those places I had never seen, nor would I have imagined visiting if not for him. He had told me he was about to buy it and wanted to show it to me in advance. Despite my mixed mood, the idea intrigued me. Alexander always had impeccable taste, and anything he touched turned into something unique.

When we arrived, the driver opened the door for me, and I stepped out onto the street, trying to focus on the restaurant's façade. It was a historic building with large decorated windows and an elegant sign indicating the name: Le Jardin de Verre. I entered and was immediately greeted by an atmosphere of understated luxury, with dark wood furnishings, crystal chandeliers, and green plants hanging from the ceiling like a suspended garden. The air smelled of fresh flowers and exotic spices.

My uncle was already seated at a table in a secluded area of the restaurant, a quiet corner away from the other guests. He was wearing an impeccable dark suit, and when he saw me, his face lit up with a smile that softened his features and made him look almost younger.

"Astrid, darling!" he said, standing up and coming toward me with open arms. "You get more beautiful every time I see you." He hugged me tightly, giving me that warm feeling of familiarity that only he could.

"I'm happy to see you, Uncle," I replied with a sincere smile, hugging him back. It felt like coming home.

We sat down at the table, and Alexander looked at me for a moment with his penetrating gaze, always attentive to details, capable of reading even the thoughts I tried to hide. But soon, his smile faded slightly, replaced by a hint of concern.

"What's wrong, my beauty? You look upset," he said gently, tilting his head to one side. "You seem so thoughtful. Is something bothering you?"

I felt a bit silly admitting the reason for my bad mood, but with Alexander, I had never had to hide. "It's just that... this morning, I got scolded by my English Literature professor. It's the fourth time I've been late to her class, and today she reprimanded me in front of the whole class." The words spilled out, my tone frustrated and a bit embarrassed. "I always feel like I'm rushing, always out of sync. I can never seem to get there on time, no matter how hard I try. I set the alarm, do my best, but I always end up being late."

My uncle smiled and burst into a sincere laugh, without a hint of reproach. "Oh, Astrid, sweetheart. This reminds me so much of when you were little. You were always late to school, piano lessons, even your own birthday parties! You haven't changed a bit."

I couldn't help but smile, even though the memory was bittersweet for me. "I know... but now I'm in university. I should be more responsible. I can't keep acting like a child."

Alexander shook his head and looked at me with a fondness that made me feel a little less guilty. "Don't be so hard on yourself, my dear. You've made a big leap by coming to God U. You're smart, capable, and talented. If you're late once in a while, it's not the end of the world."

I nodded, appreciating his attempt to cheer me up. We talked some more, ordered food, and I felt a bit more relaxed as I told him about my first days at Godolkin University.

"I've started the basic Criminology courses," I explained as we ate the appetizer. "Heroic Ethics, Understanding Branding... they're interesting, although sometimes a bit challenging. It's all very different from high school, and I'm still trying to find my rhythm. But I think I'll manage."

Alexander nodded, listening attentively. I always enjoyed talking to him about my studies; it was as if every time I shared a detail, even the most insignificant, I could bring him a little joy. And yet, I knew there was a question Alexander was eager to ask me, the one he posed every time we saw each other.

And sure enough, it didn't take long.

"So, Astrid, tell me," he said with a mischievous smile as we finished the first course. "Have you met any cute boys on campus? Anyone who's caught your eye?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a look I knew he wouldn't misinterpret. It was a topic Alexander never failed to touch on whenever he could. "Uncle, really?" I sighed, trying not to sound too annoyed. "This isn't the time to think about these things. I'm trying to settle in, to focus on my studies."

Alexander raised his hands in surrender, but a playful smile was still plastered on his face. "Alright, alright, I get it. I'm not trying to push you. It's just that... you're young, you're beautiful, and I can't help but hope you find someone who makes you happy. It's not a crime, you know?"

I shrugged, trying to drop the subject, but he kept looking at me with his curious and affectionate gaze. "And if you haven't found a boyfriend, maybe a nice girl... friends, someone to spend time with. You know how much I care that you don't feel alone."

I tried to hide the smile tugging at my lips. Alexander had always been protective, and even though he could sometimes seem intrusive, I knew he did it only because he wanted the best for me. "Don't worry about me, Uncle. I'm not alone."

He nodded, uncertain about my answer, but his gaze didn't leave my face, searching for something that perhaps even I wasn't ready to say out loud. "And Michael?" he finally asked cautiously. "Is there something I should know about him?"

I shook my head, trying not to let my uncertainty show. "Technically, I still have a boyfriend," I said with a half-smile that didn't reach my eyes. "But... things are complicated."

My uncle sighed, and his expression immediately shifted from that of a loving confidant to a disappointed protector. "Sweetheart, you know what I think of Michael," he said, shaking his head in disapproval. "I've never liked that boy, and it's not because I'm overprotective or because I want you to have a Prince Charming by your side. It's because he's never been worthy of you, and I've told you that from the very first day."

I looked at him, surprised by his direct reaction. Alexander had always been cautious in his judgments, but when it came to Michael, he couldn't hide his disdain. "Uncle, I know you don't like him..." I tried to explain, but he raised a hand to stop me.

"Listen to me carefully, Astrid," he said, his voice firm but full of concern. "Michael has never been a reliable guy, too focused on himself and his stupid ambitions. He's never put you first, and honestly, I don't think he ever will. What's happened recently is just confirmation of what I've always suspected."

I bit my lip, trying not to be overwhelmed by his words. I knew Alexander was right, at least in part. Michael had disappointed me more than once, and the incident with his betrayal had hurt me more than I wanted to admit. But there was still a part of me that struggled to let him go, a part that continued to hope things could be fixed.

"I don't want to see you wasting your time and energy on someone who doesn't deserve you," Alexander continued, his tone now softer but firm. "You don't have to settle, Astrid. You're a brilliant girl with an extraordinary future ahead of you. Michael is just a shadow holding you back, and you're not meant to live in anyone's shadow."

I lowered my gaze, struggling with the emotions swirling inside me. I knew he spoke from the heart, that he only wanted to protect me. The problem was, he didn't know the whole story. In truth... no one did, except me and Michael.

Alexander squeezed my hand, his touch reassuring and determined. "Promise me you'll think about it, Astrid," he said with a gentle smile. "And that you'll never let anyone make you feel less than you are."

I nodded, grateful for his support. "I'll think about it, Uncle. I promise."

After a few more laughs and some light jokes, I felt that lunch was coming to an end. My uncle had lifted my spirits, as always, but there was a question that had been spinning in my mind since we sat down at the restaurant. Alexander was always busy, and a spontaneous lunch with me, without a specific reason, was quite rare.

I leaned back in my chair, absentmindedly playing with the edge of my water glass. "Uncle, anyway... all this has been lovely, but why did you ask me to have lunch with you today? Is there a particular reason?"

Alexander smiled and took a moment before answering, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "Astrid, you know I love spending time with you, but today I had an extra reason to see you." He paused, and his smile widened. "I was thinking of taking you shopping."

I looked at him, puzzled, trying to figure out where he was going with this. "Shopping? Really? It didn't seem like the kind of thing you'd ask me to meet for."

Alexander laughed, enjoying my reaction. "It's not just any shopping, dear. I wanted to take you to pick out something special for the charity gala organized by Vought. You know, the one I told you about..."

I nodded, though the thought alone made me uncomfortable. I had received the invitation only a few days before, and since then, I had been hoping to find a valid excuse not to go. It felt like yet another event where I had to play a role that didn't suit me, where everyone expected something from me just because of my last name.

"Oh, right... that gala," I replied with a tone heavy with sarcasm, crossing my arms. "Yeah, I got the invite, sure. But you know how much I love these kinds of things, right?"

Alexander smiled, a little amused and a little sympathetic. He knew well my aversion to social events, and even though he understood, I knew he'd still prefer to have me by his side on every occasion. "I know you're not thrilled, Astrid. And I understand why. But it's important to me. This evening is a chance to present you officially in front of my colleagues and other guests. I want everyone to see how special you are."

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words on me. It wasn't just about having to attend: I knew how much it meant to him. He wanted everyone to know who I was, to see me as the heir to something great. But to me, it was just another mask to wear, another moment where I felt out of place.

Alexander, noticing my disappointment, leaned forward and gently took my hand, flashing one of his smiles that could melt even ice. "Listen, my darling niece... I know I'm asking a lot, but trust me: I'll make this much more pleasant for you."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, curious to know what trick he had up his sleeve this time. My uncle had always been a master at sweetening even the most bitter pill. "And what do you have in mind?" I asked, already suspecting where he was headed.

"If you come to the gala and stay by my side all evening, I'll give you a gift you can't refuse," he said with a conspiratorial smile. "I want you to choose a piece of jewelry to wear that night, something unique and special, just like you. Something that will shine as brightly as you do."

I couldn't help but smile. Alexander knew me all too well and knew exactly where to strike: my weakness for anything that sparkles. I was aware that he was bribing me, but there was something incredibly affectionate and disarming about the way he did it.

"A piece of jewelry, huh?" I said, trying to mask my interest with feigned indifference. "So this is your big strategy, Uncle? Trying to buy me off with shiny things?"

Alexander burst out laughing, a warm and sincere laugh that echoed in the restaurant. "Oh, Astrid, my dear, it's not bribery if you benefit too. And admit it, I know you have a thing for sparkly things. Everyone knows, even the streetlights back home!"

I looked at him, pretending to be offended, but it was impossible not to laugh along with him. "Alright, I admit it, maybe I do like shiny things," I replied with a playful smile. "But you're still a skilled corrupter."

Alexander squeezed my hand and looked at me affectionately, with that sly smile of someone who knows they've won the game. "Maybe so, but I do it because I know how special you are, and I want you to feel your best that night. And with something sparkling on, I know you'll shine even brighter."

I gave in with a small laugh, knowing he had reeled me in. I nodded, though part of me was still a little reluctant about attending. "Okay, Uncle, I'm in. But know that I'm only doing this because it's you and because I want to see what jewelry you have in mind."

Alexander raised his hands in victory, with a satisfied smile. "I knew you'd give in. You've made an old uncle very happy today. I can't wait to see you shine that night!"

I found myself laughing, struck by how Alexander always managed to turn the situation in his favor. It was impossible to say no to my uncle, especially when he pulled out the heavy artillery: affection, pampering, and... diamonds. In the end, with a piece of jewelry around my neck and my uncle by my side, maybe that evening wouldn't be as daunting as I thought. And besides, let's be honest: with something that sparkles, everything always seems a bit more bearable.

[xoxochb]

— here comes the sun ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: just headcannons pairing: riordanverse boys x daughter of apollo

percy jackson loves how good you are with your bow and arrow. he sucks majorly at archery so when you found this out you did everything in your power to teach him to be just as good as you were. this took four months. but! the good thing was that he learned eventually. it took this long solely because every time you were explaining something his eyes would trail down to your lips and he’d zone out and one thing leads to another now he’s kissing you and now you’re kissing back and now you’re not even in the archery field anymore— it’s a whole thing. during the fourth month you got sick of his nonsense and forced him to finally listen to your words and he ended up finally learning basic archery (he later earned a reward for his obedience). besides your great archer skills you’re also skilled at painting. like usual, percy loves to fool around. you’ll have your canvas out and paint sprawled along your pallet but this dumbass takes a finger of paint a spreads it over your face. you both end up covered in paint and your work long forgotten. you made a mental note never to let him paint with you again, but knowing percy and his gorgeous sea green eyes you had no choice but to let him join you again. though you do warn him not to play around with your paint or he’d wake up blue (he probably wouldn’t mind this though)

jason grace is utterly obsessed with your singing voice— most to all nights this is the only thing that can soothe him to sleep. but not even just during the evening, it’s basically mostly throughout the day when you’re singing to him. sometimes you even play a variety of musical instruments to add onto the factor (he ended up learning how to play piano thanks to you). and!! another thing he loves about you is your poetry, especially when the poems are about him, those make his knees go all weak and his cheeks flush pink and he’s such a school girl, it’s ridiculous. but he loves your poems regardless if they’re about him or not, he likes listening to your sweet-like-honey voice and your extremely high vocabulary (gods, he loves your high vocab). along with your love for poems you also share a love for reading, often you’ll find old books to read together, whether it’s together, or separately then you talk about them later, he adores talking about nerdy books together. and since writing is something dear to you and your siblings you wrote your own novel some day with the help of your boyfriend (he’s your number one supporter), including a sweet dedication to him as a thank you and an I love you

leo valdez takes advantage of your healing abilities. every hour he shows up in the infirmary with a new injury whether it’s a small cut or something serious. after a while you started to realize he was purposely hurting himself so he could see you during your work. you scolded him for this and told him you’d much more appreciate his visits if he wasn’t hurt all the time. so after you told him this he started spending less time with his trinkets and getting hurt and more time bothering you in the infirmary (additionally bothering your patients). you’ve found, though, it’s not so easy to care for your patients when your boyfriend has permanently attached himself to you, you eventually had to restrict him from seeing you during your working hours. but do you think this would stop him? no it did not. every day he would wait for you outside as you work, your siblings scold him and tell you to take care of him so that resulted in you getting kicked out of the infirmary too. though with this new free time and all your siblings busy you were able to get the cabin all to yourselves!!

luke castellan is pretty sure every room you walk into instantly brightens up with beams of sunshine (not even figuratively, he really does believe this). your aura is enough the blind the regular man— but lucky for luke he is no regular man, he’s your boyfriend. unfortunately, this does have its downsides, which includes you waking up at the literal ass crack of dawn watching as the sun rises. slowly and carefully you slip yourself from his arms to sit on the porch of cabin eleven as you watch the sky switch from a dark purple/black hue to various colors including orange, pink, or yellow (sometimes all three if your dad is feeling generous enough). over time, though, luke realizes you aren’t in his arms anymore— the first time this happened he was confused and searched frantically for you, but eventually he gets used to you waking up early. on some mornings he will sit outside with you (he loves the way your irises get all bright and yellow at this time of day), he likes how everything is quiet and tranquil and this is one of the only times he’s able to spend alone time with you. he savors these moments over anything else in his life

[starrydali]

hii i got a request for a luke castellan fic🤭

so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !

do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cute😊

Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Stoppp I love this so much♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊You and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little… complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. ✧. ┊

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrolling—Luke was supposed to be patrolling—but instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“Luke,” you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. “We’re going to get caught.”

He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and full of amusement. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough,” you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. “It’s adorable how you think anyone’s paying attention to us right now.”

You were about to retort when—

“Luke Castellan.”

The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasn’t directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flag—it was pinned squarely on the two of you.

“Oh gods,” you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. “Hey, Annabeth,” he said, as if she’d just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.

“‘Hey, Annabeth?’” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. “What the hell was that?”

You opened your mouth to explain—or maybe apologize—but no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apollo’s chariot.

“We were just...uh...” Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.

“Don’t,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. “Don’t even try to explain.”

Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, if you insist.”

“Luke!” you hissed, swatting his arm.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not lying. She told me not to explain.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.”

“We are,” Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.

“Best friends don’t...” Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “This isn’t—it’s not��”

“Not what it looked like?” Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Come on, Annabeth,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Can’t two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?”

“No!” Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. “No, they can’t!”

“Well,” Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, “guess we missed the memo.”

Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re both unbelievable.” She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. “That went better than I expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Probably not,” Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. “But hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.”

“And what exactly am dealing with?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Luke’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “A best friend who doesn’t play by the rules.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.

You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. “Let’s actually do our job before we get caught again.”

“Whatever you say, best friend,” he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[loverangels]

religion

pairings: goddess!reader x Luke castellan

synopsis: luke castellan hated the gods. They bestowed themselves above others and no other hatred could compare to Luke's for the gods and godesses. So when a goddess reaches out to him, sent by Zeus himself in order to restrain luke, why does he only find himself making you his religion?

PART I

PART II

PART III

I have no idea how long this series will go on for but for now I have done three parts and as I write I'll add another part.

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[wordsarelife]

—would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

pairing: luke castellan x fem!poseidon!reader

summary: you try to live with the loss of luke castellan and the betrayal he brought upon you

warning: angst

notes: the timeline is all over the place lmao. i haven't read the books yet (i probably will in the future) so i have no idea how or when luke got claimed. i just made it up for the sake of the story, hope that's alright :)

the wind splashed in your face like the ocean did when you would throw your body in the water. it was different, colder than it normally was. you weren’t used to the shiver your body felt, you had always felt at ease at camp halfblood.

now it was nothing like it used to be.

percy and annabeth were down at the camp, far away from the cliffside you were standing on, probably consoling each other.

you had felt nothing but loneliness from the moment he had left.

not even your brother or annabeth could’ve done something to change that.

you felt almost the same you did the day you came to camp. afraid and nervous, hands holding on to luke as you ran after him. thalia, annabeth and grover not far behind you.

but you had felt a bit of familiarity that day too. everything was new to you, but luke wasn’t. you had grown up together, experiencing the first effects of being a half-god side by side. there was no one who could take on the role he had held for you.

you stared into the clouds, the width of the sky in front of you, as your mind wandered back.

“look at the water!” annabeth called loudly.

your hand gripped luke’s arm, as both of you watched the giant wave travel to the shore.

“poseidon” an unknown boy behind you muttered and luke and you exchanged glances.

the wave broke down right in front of you, soft water glistening onto your feet as the lake opened up, perfectly wide enough for you to stand in without getting wet.

“what?” you mumbled, as the water fell back into its position right as luke was trying to follow you. it drenched you completely, but as your hand moved forward it bend away beneath your touch, moving just as you guided it to.

“she got claimed by poseidon” a few girls muttered in awe.

“claimed?” you repeated, still standing in the lake. you looked at luke, as if he knew any better than you.

you had to move out of the hermes cabin the same day and into a shed that felt less like a home and more like a punishment.

you had been overwhelmed at the bustling loudness of the hermes cabin at first, but now you were missing it. luke slept next to you for the first week, until you decided that you had to do this on your own. still, luke spend every evening with you, until the last alarm rang out and he had to leave if he didn’t want to be caught outside after nighttime (or eaten by harpies).

luke and you only grew closer during your time at camp. you did everything together. people got used to it quickly, always pointing out if one of you was missing.

luke found solace in your presence, telling you about his shattered hope regarding his father, someone who was still unknown to him. and you felt bad about it. it had taken days for you to be claimed and luke was still in the dark after months.

it was simply unfair.

you couldn't always relate to his frustration regarding the gods, because your father tried to reach you in forms that was allowed, shipping letters or presents your way, but you always listened to him, understanding that he was going through something different and he desperately needed someone on his side.

to say that luke's claiming was a bit of a let down was an understatement. luke had hoped so long for something that all his expectations had been incredibly low and hermes still managed to undercut them even further.

he didn't bother to pay attention to any of his children, none of them were treated as if they were more than just one piece of a big puzzle.

a letter arrived in the middle of july, listing a bunch of names that hermes had concluded to be those of his children. luke was included on the list. it was nothing special, nothing worth of a mention.

luke stayed in the hermes cabin and lost a bit of hope with each day passing without hearing from his father.

sometimes he found his anger directed at your father, who seemed all the more caring than his own. and although he didn't wish for you to go through the same grief he had gone through, he sometimes wondered what it would feel like to have you understand his experiences.

time passed and luke stopped mentioning his father or anything about the gods completely. you tried to ask him about it, but he claimed to have moved on, not caring for the attention of someone who couldn't be bothered to give it.

that was about the time you started seeing luke in a different light. he was no longer the little boy you had grown up along, he was almost a man, features loosing their boyish touch and dissolving into something more grown. something you had never seen in him before.

it was like getting to know him all over again.

it seemed like it wasn't any different with luke as he suddenly grew interested in the kind of perfume you were using or the little rings on your fingers when your hand would rest on his biceps a little too long.

the infaturation came fast, almost overnight and neither of you was ready to longer deny what was so clearly happening between you.

luke and you started dating that same year. it was the first relationship for the both of you and everything felt special. you couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. he was kind and funny, always kept an eye on you wherever you went and quickly became the most important person in your life.

faster than you noticed, your whole life revolved around luke castellan. maybe that was why you felt like you had lost everything the night that he left.

you were dating for more than a year by the time percy showed up at camp.

those few days were probably the last you had truly been happy. you had a brother now, he was lovely and you immediately formed a bond with each other, having had similiar experiences regarding the truth about your father.

you remembered the night so clearly. it was like a never ending flashback in your hand.

you were taking a drink out of gina's hand, right as annabeth came running through the forest.

"y/n!" she called, her voice slumping down when she noticed you not far away. "percy" she simply said when you turned around. the distress on her face was enough to make you follow her.

luke looked up at the sound your footsteps were making. and annabeth quickly threw something, that made him let go of what he was holding. you realized too late that it was a sword.

percy was laying on the ground in front of luke. your features turned into a frown, when you looked at your brother and back at your boyfriend.

"y/n" luke said, surprise and worry in his voice. "annabeth"

you were so confused. you didn't even know what was going on. but what he had planned to do send shivers down your spine.

"i heard everything" annabeth said.

luke looked at you, like he was quietly asking if you had heard it too.

you shook your head. "what have you done?" you stepped around annabeth, who tried to hold you back without any luck. you stopped to glance up at him.

luke averted his eyes, feeling your breath against his neck, as your head was still recoiled backwards.

"look at me!" you said loudly, warningly, and you could see the muscles moving in his chin, a frown evident on his mouth.

"he's with kronos" percy announced, before luke had the chance to say something.

the rest of the memory was in a blur, but you clearly remembered your tears. tears of confusion, of betrayal, of hurt. that someone so close to you would betray everything you had fought so hard for? it seemed unfair to say the least.

and that someone was luke, your luke. you didn't even recognize him anymore.

you remembered his hand reaching out for you, the pleading look in his eyes, the silent question, to come with him and leave everything you loved behind. but you shook your head, turning away from him. you didn't even want to look at him. you would rather remember who he had been all those years before.

"sorry" he had muttered and neither annabeth nor you had been fast enough to stop him, as he ran away and through the portal he had opened.

now luke castellan was just a memory that haunted you. like a ghost that never really left your side. you missed him so dearly. all while you wished that he would stay far away at the same time. it was confusing and you hated that you were still so in love with him after everything he had done to you friends, your brother and even you.

you threw his chain into the relentless waves of the sea beneath you, before you walked back into the forest and away from the cliff.

"i haven't seen you all day" percy stood up and fell into a quick step beside you, when he saw you approaching.

"i was up on the cliff" you shrugged.

"oh" he muttered.

he had been following you around camp relentlessly after luke had left a few days ago. the hurt was still fresh, but felt so distant at the same time. percy was worried about you, you could clearly read that from the expression on his face.

he treated you like someone had just died. and that wasn't even far off.

"have you eaten anything?" he asked, not giving up.

"i didn't feel hungry" you mumbled. "where's annabeth?" she had been the only one who could at least somewhat understand what you were feeling. luke had been like a brother to her and both of you were now collateral damage on his path to power.

"you should really eat something" percy retored, matter of factly. "she went to change. i accidently spilled some ketchup on her shirt"

you halted in your step, turning to face your brother who looked up at you with a curious look in his eyes.

"don't ever change" you whispered, reaching out and hugging him close to your chest.

"what?" he mumbled against your body.

you pressed a kiss onto his head, before you let go of him. "thank you for being so caring" you smiled softly. "i will get through this, but i wouldn't without you"

"of course you would" percy shook his head and pushed his hands against his hips. "he's just a boy"

"no" your voice was soft and you tried hard not to let it break in front of him. you had done a pretty good job at avoiding to cry when percy was around you. "he was so much more to me"

percy sighed, but finally nodded. "yeah," he muttered, almost to himself "i get it."

you smiled sadly, appreciating his attempt to understand. the silence stretched between you, the rustling of the trees and the distant crashing of waves filling the space.

then, percy took a deep breath and glanced out at the horizon. "you know," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "the hardest thing isn’t losing someone. it’s realizing that no matter what they’ve done, you still carry the good parts of them with you."

you blinked, surprised by the depth of his words. he met your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of compassion and resolve. "and that’s okay. it’s okay to hold onto that. to let yourself feel it. but it’s also okay to let go when you're ready. you loved luke for who he was, not for what he was going to become"

for a moment, you just stood there, absorbing his words. percy, the little brother you never expected, was showing you a wisdom that went far beyond his years.

"yeah, you might be right about that" you said as soon as the words returned to you. "when have you gotten so wise?"

"well, nearly dying does all sorts of things with you"

you smiled, pulling him against you once more. "thank you for coming back home, percy"

"we're in this together now" he assured. "i never had a sister before, but i will try my best to be a good brother"

"you already are an amazing brother, you know?" you said softly. "but you're so much more to me, too"

at that, he send you a look that would probably cure your nightmares for days to come. you and luke had relied on each other all your life, but now he was gone and you had to learn to accept that.

now someone else was relying on you and you promised to not let it come this far again. you would make sure that percy jackson would never experience all the disappointments and frustration you and luke had to endure throughout the years.

you would make sure that percy never felt unwanted or less loved like kids who had normal parents.

you would not fail percy like you had failed luke.

[aphoticarachne]

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK — luke castellan

tags: gut wretching angst, established relationship, betrayal, demigod!reader, um just luke in general

Pain and fury simmered beneath your skin, scorching like molten lava seeping through every vein, threatening to consume you whole.

You stood frozen, suffocated by the weight of betrayal as Luke bared his soul—his plans, his allegiance, the truth he had concealed from you all this time. A sickening wave of nausea clawed up your throat, lodging itself there, just as you were trapped here. With him.

"Baby, I know it's—"

"Don’t." Your voice, though barely above a whisper, carried the force of a blade. Sharp. Unforgiving. Tears brimmed at your lashes, threatening to spill, but you refused to let them fall. Instead, you stepped back, slow and deliberate, as if distance alone could sever the invisible thread still tethering you to him.

Luke's breath hitched, and in the moon’s pallid glow, you watched his expression contort. Shock, pain, then something colder. His crystalline eyes—ones that once held warmth—hardened into ice. Were you truly trying to flee from him? The very thought was an affront. A wound deeper than any blade.

"You can't do this to me," he murmured, his voice laced with desperation. "You—You promised. You said we'd be together. Forever."

He surged forward, hands reaching for yours, as if holding onto you would keep you from slipping away. Backbiter tumbled from his grip, landing on the damp forest floor with a soft thud, forgotten in his urgency to hold onto you.

But you recoiled as if burned. Fury, searing and absolute, surged through your veins. "You did this to us!" you spat, wrenching yourself from his grasp as though his very touch had become repulsive.

The moon’s silver light cascaded over him, accentuating the sharp angles of his face, the scar that traced his features—a mark you once traced with reverence, with devotion, you used to kiss it with the tenderness of a lover. But now, that face twisted into something grotesque, something unfamiliar, monstrous. No, you hadn’t misjudged him. You hadn’t failed to see him clearly before. He was never your Luke to begin with.

Luke's hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. He saw it now—the way your gaze shifted, as if he were a stranger, an enemy where a lover once stood. It cut deeper than any blade.

And now, everything was crumbling.

He had thought—no, he had believed—that your love for him would transcend all else. That it would overpower your devotion to Olympus, your blind fealty to the Gods who had forsaken you time and time again. He had stood by you, fought for you, chosen you when no one else had. And yet, when the moment of truth arrived, you chose them.

How foolish he was to have thought of that in the first place.

Your nails dug into your palms, crescent-shaped indentations forming in your flesh as you struggled to steady your voice. When you finally spoke, it was quiet—too quiet. But beneath it lay a warning, a threat woven into every syllable.

"Leave." Your stare burned into him, unwavering. "Leave before I do something we’ll both regret."

His entire world collapsed in a single breath.

You turned then, jaw clenched, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your resolve from shattering. You would not look back. Not this time.

Luke regarded you with an unreadable expression, though you knew him well enough to recognize the battle waging behind his eyes. He had always understood your defiance, your unwavering resolve. It was something he had admired, something he had loved. And now, it was the very thing that forced him to walk away.

Resignation settled over him like a heavy cloak, sorrow threading itself into the fine lines of his face. A single tear traced the jagged path of his scar, glistening under the silver glow of the moon. He inhaled deeply, his gaze roaming over you with quiet desperation, as if he could commit every detail of your existence to memory—the sharp curve of your jaw, the fire in your gaze, the tremble in your breath.

Then, as though time itself had fractured, Luke grasped your face and pulled you into a searing kiss, one that brimmed with longing, regret, and something far too raw to name. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that bordered on despair, pouring everything he couldn’t say into the space between you. This was an ending, a goodbye that neither of you could fully accept.

Your breaths intertwined, heat colliding, as if the universe itself had conspired to make you stay entangled just a moment longer. When he finally withdrew, you felt the ache of absence immediately, the ghost of him still lingering against your lips.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice a hushed vow, weighted with finality. His head shook slightly, resolve hardening his features. "This isn’t over, baby."

You stood paralyzed, a tempest of emotions surging through your chest as he stooped to retrieve Backbiter from the damp earth. With one fluid motion, he slashed the space before him, rending the air itself. A shimmering void opened in his wake, pulsing with dark energy.

He cast you one last, burning glance. And then—he was gone.

Just like that, your lover had abandoned you. Left you standing alone in the stillness of the forest. Left you to wrestle with the unbearable truth.

He was going to raise an army. He was going to lead a war.

And he was doing it for a Titan clawing his way out of Tartarus.

Wonderful.

Deena speaks .ᐟ

Surprise ! I'm a Luke Castellan fangirl

too. Been one since 2020.

What do you expect? I like my men fucked up.

Anyway, the next chapter of "What is this Feeling?" Is gonna be published tomorrow !

[lynsstrange]

this parallel gonna go INSANE season five

[goldhoekin]

Alright, we need more Gen V fics SO. 😤

I'll be taking responsibility for the dark, smutty things I need personally.

I'll take requests for:

Jordan Li

Marie Moreau

Cate Dunlap

Emma Meyer

Luke Riordan

Sam Riordan

Please note, I am a Cis woman, so that's what I have experience with writing, so that's what I'll write. Sorry, yall. I can try for Gender Neutral maybe but it'll take me a while. 😞

[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

show!luke castellan x daughter of thanatos! reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cursing, mature themes, violence, death, parental neglect, some angst

Summary: You and Luke Castellan have been best friends ever since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood. You were eternally loyal to him, and he’d do anything for you. But when Luke decides to join a certain Titan Lord, you run the risk of losing him forever, or losing the only home you’ve ever known…

Origin Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Luke's ex who still aren't over one another despite him being with Cate:

Requested: anon

You and Luke were always something more than friends. Your relationship always walked the line between platonic and romantic, moving fluidly. Even when you were just friends you were affectionate, touchy, having conversations you couldn't have with any of your other friends. After you broke up, you took some time apart. He got custody of the friend group, though Jordan and Andre never stopped hanging out with you, it was just more low key. It was never an official thing to be friends again. You were in the same class and Luke sat beside you. He admitted, in the time you'd been apart, that he missed you, a lot, and that he was with someone else, a girl named Cate. Your happiness for him outweighed the fact that you were crushed he'd moved on. He never really did, though. Once you became an official group, together again, your friends couldn't help but see the way he looked at you vs. how he was with Cate. There were still things he could only share with you, insecurities and fears and painful memories of Sam. You couldn't say it was better this way, just being friends, because you were never really "just" friends, but you were grateful to be back in his life again. You missed him a lot.

[incorrectgenv]

Marie: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Jordan: Um...Neat.

*later*

Jordan, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Andre. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Andre, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Jordan. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Cate and Luke confessed their love for me?

Jordan: Didn't you thank them?

Andre: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

[satansapostle6]

The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Smut. Switch dynamic. Praise. Rough sex. Oral(both receiving). Slight choking. Overstimulation. Spitting. Blood. Minors DNI.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine: Coney Island Baby

After their return from Hades, Luke and Katherine slept for an entire two days. They were exhausted beyond understanding. It had taken Luke a while to readjust to mortal luxuries, like time and space.

Luke eventually woke one morning to sunlight pouring in through the window, a welcome improvement from their time in the Underworld. Katherine slept beside him in their shared bed, and all was well at the moment. He knew to relish in the present calmness, as it naturally wouldn’t last.

He was happy to wake up without anywhere they had to go, or a nightmare to recover from. Luke was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare some time in the first few hours of sleeping, but eventually, so much time had passed he’d since forgotten them. He laid in the hotel bed with his feet curled into his body as Katherine faced him, mirroring his body language.

“You okay?” she asked softly, a smile on her face for what felt like the first time in forever.

He nodded, genuinely able to mirror that smile. “Yeah. I’m okay. I feel a lot better.”

“Me too,” Katherine nodded. “I feel like the Underworld really fucked us up.”

“Yeah… I guess we have more to be haunted by than most people.”

“We should do something fun,” she sighed, “And not be miserable for once.”

“I think… that’s a really good idea,” Luke decided, his voice still deep from exhaustion. “I’ll take you wherever you wanna go.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“I wanna go to Coney Island,” she said slowly. “I’ve never been. I wanna know what Lou Reed was talking about.”

“Okay,” Luke agreed, not needing any further reasoning. “Coney Island it is.”

It felt great to the both of them waking up at 2 PM. As Luke finished his shower, towel still wrapped around his waist, he heard Katherine speaking, but couldn’t hear the words. Opening the bathroom door, he emerged with wet hair.

“What’s that?”

Standing coquettishly against the wall, in only an oversized shirt that he’d lent to her, she didn’t bother to hide the grin on her face as she spoke.

“What should I wear?” she asked.

This was a question Luke never expected from Katherine. He’d always felt that she was a very confident sort of person, the kind of person who just always woke up knowing exactly what they wanted to wear. If anything, he would’ve thought she’d tell him what to wear.

“…What do you want to wear?” he asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“I don’t know. Something I wouldn’t usually wear,” she admitted. “Something you can’t find somewhere that sells fishing bait.”

“What do you like?” Luke asked, genuinely curious what she actually liked that wasn’t leather jackets or jeans.

“I don’t know,” Katherine admitted. “…Should I wear a skirt?”

“If you want to, yeah,” he nodded, kind of flustered. “That’d look nice.”

“Alright,” she shrugged, still looking at him even though the conversation had come to a conclusion.

Luke watched as her eyes slowly trailed downward, chuckling as he put his hands on his hips.

“What you looking at?” he asked.

“Your face,” she smiled innocently, crossing her arms as she met his gaze.

“That’s not my face.”

“Oops,” she shrugged, wandering off as he just shook his head.

Luke truthfully wasn’t really sure what was going on with Katherine, but he didn’t really question it. They were both having fun. He figured eventually, he’d figure out if she would be a friend, girlfriend, or something in between.

He decided to put on his nice brown leather jacket and a dash of cologne, putting in the effort that he felt someone like Katherine deserved.

“You ready?” he called, car keys in hand.

“Yeah,” she called, slowly coming out of the bathroom after putting on her makeup.

Luke had almost forgotten she was one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. She had the softest skin, the prettiest lips, and long, shiny hair. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and what he could only describe as one of the shortest denim skirts he had ever seen, along with a pair of heeled leather boots.

He could smell her perfume, and it made him feel lightheaded with ecstasy.

“How do I look?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Like I’m gonna have to win you every stuffed animal they’ve got,” he said proudly.

He playfully threw his arm around her as they climbed into the Pontiac and headed for Coney Island.

“I’m gonna tell people you’re my boyfriend so they get scared you’re gonna beat the shit outta them,” Katherine said as she put on her lip gloss on the car.

“I’m gonna tell people you’re my girlfriend so they think I’m really cool,” Luke smiled.

For once, the voices in his mind were quiet. There was no screaming, and no pain or guilt. All he thought about was how much he really, really liked Katherine as they sang along to Smashing Pumpkins in the car. Wandering around Coney Island and going on the roller coasters with her was enough to make him forget about being anything more than a person.

For the first time in his life, Luke didn’t have to do anything. He wasn’t too busy saving the world to realize that his world might just be someone else.

As he watched Katherine genuinely laughing and smiling, he felt he didn’t deserve the chance to see it. It was so unusual to him, seeing her enjoying herself. It definitely felt strange that it was being with him that made her enjoy herself. But he loved every minute of it, whether it was exploring with her, or sitting next to her on rides, or standing behind her in lines so that she could live in peace.

“Oh, look. A basketball game,” Katherine pointed out.

“You wanna play?” he asked her.

“No, I wanna watch you play,” she grinned.

“Okay,” he sighed jokingly, “Which one do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

Luke examined the wall of various sizes of stuffed animals, trying to decide which one he liked the best. Eventually, he settled on a tiger, because in a strange way, Katherine reminded him of one. It didn’t take long for him to make enough baskets to win one. He’d gotten just about every single one, which Katherine admittedly found attractive in him as she picked at the pink cotton candy he’d decided to get for them.

Luke turned around with a goofy grin as he showed off the stuffed tiger he’d won for her. Laughing happily, Katherine excitedly jumped into his arms as he caught her instinctively, stunned and touched by the gesture. Luke gladly spun her around in a circle as he allowed her to wrap her legs around him, the two of them fitting in with the families around them surprisingly well.

Katherine pulled away as Luke held her in his arms, throwing her own arms around his neck as she went in for a big, romantic kiss in the middle of the boardwalk. In that moment, the one thought swimming around in Luke’s head was that he really had been to hell and back with this girl.

Neither of them were in any rush to pull away. The kiss ended very slowly as they separated, only to see one another’s smiles.

“I’d kill for you,” Katherine whispered, giggling as they seemed entirely wholesome to the people around them.

“I’d die for you,” Luke reminded her, setting her back down on the ground. “And. You deserve all the tigers in the world.”

She eagerly accepted the gift, taking the animal as she made it face him, playfully snapping her teeth in a joking bite as he admired her.

“Thank you. For today,” he told her.

“Why are you thanking me?” she asked.

“Because, you let me see you smile,” Luke stated simply.

“I’ll let you see it even more if we can ride the roller coaster again,” she incentivized.

“Again? I’m gonna throw up,” he groaned.

They had spent almost all of their waking hours at Coney Island before they decided to go. Luke certainly didn’t mind driving as he watched Katherine blissfully do nothing for once.

“So, what do you wanna do?” he asked her readily. “Today’s about you.”

“Wanna keep the fun going?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her face.

Luke raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Why? What’ve you got in mind?”

“Let’s find a dive bar,” she suggested, an array of ID’s in hand. “I’ll kick your ass at pool.”

“You’re on,” he accepted.

Playing pool with Katherine while they each had a beer at a dive bar would’ve been fun, if it weren’t for the men in the room. Luke wasn’t sure if it was how much he cared about Katherine, or how he felt he owed her for completing Ares’s ‘quest’, or just common decency, but he wanted to gouge out every wandering eye in the room.

It was all he could think about as they played and drank. He knew it was ridiculous, because Katherine could easily kill everyone in the room probably better and faster than he could, but he still wanted to ‘defend her honor’, or something. Perhaps he just wanted to murder anyone who looked at her the wrong way.

He knew she could sense it. She knew why he stood right behind her every time she leaned over the pool table to take her shot. But, what he didn’t know, was that she took pleasure in the way he would lightly brush up against her. The tension definitely made several hours go by pretty quickly.

“Hey, Katherine?” he said, wanting to be serious for a moment.

“Hmm?” she looked up.

“I, uh… I know we moved past it, but… I just wanted to apologize for the way I treated you that night. With Ares,” Luke reminded her. “I should’ve told you how grateful I was to you, for what you did.”

“You don’t have to,” she promised him, knowing it was bound to come up sooner or later. “I know.”

“Okay,” he nodded, feeling less guilty.

“Alright,” she smiled, taking his hand in hers as she squeezed it for reassurance.

“For the record,” Luke purred, leaning down and whispering softly in her ear. “I wish I could’ve killed them myself.”

She looked up at him in surprise, feeling as if Tartarus had changed him.

“You deserve that much,” he told her, lightly brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she remarked.

“You want another drink?” he asked, cautiously glancing behind her at the man leering as he sat at the bar.

“Why don’t we go back?” she suggested.

“Sure. You go out to the car, I’ll just be a second,” Luke told her.

Katherine took the car keys from him and disappeared as Luke headed to the bar, crossing his arms as he approached the man who had been hungrily eyeing her for the past hour.

“Hey,” he said, his tone rather confrontational.

“Hey,” the man grinned in response, not perceiving a single reason as to why Luke could be angry with him. “Quite the hottie you got there. What an ass.”

Luke made a face, at both the comment and its unfortunate phrasing, watching as the man’s friend seemed to also think it was somehow cool. Not appreciating the lack of common decency, Luke heard a voice in the back of his head that just said ‘fuck it’. He snapped and pulled a folding knife from his pocket, holding it inches from the man’s face as he slammed it onto the bar.

Everyone around him stopped, not quite sure how they wanted to react to the situation yet. Luke calmly held the knife to the man’s face as both he and his friend panicked.

“Ah! What the fuck?!” the man hissed, his face smashed into the table.

“Yo, we don’t want any trouble!” his friend blurted out drunkenly.

“Talk about my girlfriend like that, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” Luke threatened, waiting for him cry.

Not having anything else to add, the man nodded quickly, begging Luke not to hurt him as he roughly shoved him, leaving the bar as everyone, including the bartender, just watched, fully aware that calling the police to that particular establishment would just be bad for business.

Luke eventually joined Katherine in the car, climbing into the driver’s seat as she looked at him calmly.

“You okay?” she asked coolly.

“More than,” he assured her, feeling as if he’d done his part. “Also, we can’t come back here.”

“Okay,” Katherine shrugged, fully aware of what must’ve happened.

Luke started the car angrily, starting to wish he’d followed through on his promise. She could definitely tell the mood he was in.

“I bet it was really hot,” she said finally, “Watching you make that guy squirm.”

Luke stopped, turning to look at her as he knew exactly what she wanted.

“That’s nothing. You should see me make you squirm.”

That was what did it. Never before had Luke ever seen two eighteen year-olds more determined to do anything. It was practically a race back to the hotel. Luke had to fight every urge to carry Katherine through the hotel lobby, elevator, and hallway. As soon as the door closed behind them and Luke’s jacket was thrown off, it was a free-for-all.

Katherine jumped into his arms, kissing him passionately as she felt his strong arms wrapped around her. He sighed heavily into the kiss, high on her scent as he set her back down on the ground.

“Are you sure?” Luke asked her, searching within her eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she promised him.

That was all he needed to know. They all but slammed into one another in a messy kiss, his tongue driving her insane. She helped him pull his shirt over his head, gasping lightly as she felt his cold hands underneath her skirt, kneading her skin, hard.

“I want your thong in between my teeth,” Luke said suddenly.

Katherine sighed. “I love ADHD sex.”

Her hands slowly ran all the way down his bare chest as he kissed her, still playfully groping at her ass.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she teased.

“Neither do you,” he promised her.

He slid her skirt down her legs in one swift move, watching, aroused, as she got down on her knees to get his pants off. She patiently pulled down his briefs, her response to which could only be described as a greedy gasp.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he gasped, his hand slowly combing through her hair.

Grinning up at him, Katherine’s eyes darkened as she only opened her mouth, tongue just barely sticking out as she silently told him what to do.

“Oh fuck, I could die right now,” he groaned.

He slowly inserted himself into her mouth, gasping at the sensation. His pace gradually picked up as he held onto the back of her head, thrusting as fast as she wanted him to. She looked up at him coolly, eyes calm and serene as he fucked her face, thrusting so hard he was surprised she didn’t choke or cry at all. She didn’t even seem fazed; she was enjoying it wholeheartedly. Luke groaned, enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good…”

He hardly even felt the need to contain his excitement. But eventually, he couldn’t wait anymore. Pulling out of her mouth, Luke grabbed her by her face, pressing a hard, wet kiss to her lips as he forcefully pried her mouth open and spit in it roughly, gulping as she looked him in the eyes as she swallowed. He could’ve fallen in love right then and there.

“You’re so fucking nasty, I love it,” he said in a low drawl.

Katherine loved that he didn’t care if kissing her after she’d had his dick in her mouth was disgusting. She mounted him eagerly, chuckling as he impatiently started grinding against her as she peeled off her undergarments.

Before she could, Luke aggressively flipped her over, grinning in an animalistic fashion as he pinned her down, nipping at her neck as he made his way down her body.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

She pulled, hard, on his hair as his veiny hands pawed at her breasts, not sparing her the pain as he took each of her nipples between his teeth, encouraged by her pulling his hair. He whined hungrily as he moved downward, positioning himself between her legs as he dug his fingers into the soft skin on her thighs.

Luke hungrily bit down on her hip bone as she laughed maniacally. He bit down on her thong, slowly pulling it down with his teeth before taking it off.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he moaned, burying his face in between her legs with greed as he just breathed her in for a moment. “I’d do anything for you. Fuck me, you’re so wet.”

Katherine sighed as he suddenly latched his mouth onto her clit, roughly massaging her hips as he strategically overstimulated her.

“Fuck!” she hissed, giving his hair a harsh tug as he moaned into her, tongue still lapping at her insides. “I’m gonna rip you apart!” she vowed in anger.

He pinned her down to the bed by her his, grunting crudely as he ate her out. He wouldn’t let anything interrupt him.

“Wrap your legs all the way around. Fuck my face. Let me make you come on my face,” he ordered impatiently, sighing into her as she sucked him into her.

He felt as if she were some sort of violent ocean that he couldn’t help but get sucked into. He flicked his tongue faster and faster, groaning as he felt her thighs shaking around him. His head was completely trapped, not that he even cared. He stayed out, attacking her with his tongue until he felt her finish. Even as she got even wetter, he didn’t stop, reveling in his accomplishments as she pulled on his hair.

He looked up at her, eyes wide and locked on her as she glared at him. When he was finished, he didn’t waste a second. Flipping her over and manhandling her like a rag doll, he made it so that they were both sitting up on the bed, as he slowly buried himself in her, as she still came, losing his mind.

He held her close to him by softly holding onto her throat, his big hand wrapped around her neck for balance. This was essentially his love language.

“Fuck, Luke! Holy shit!” she gasped, feeling how long it took for him to completely bottom out. “Luke…!”

“That’s it,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he lost himself in her, “Let everyone know my name… Please, Katherine, please,” he begged her.

She gasped as he picked up the pace, his cold hand on her neck somehow making her chest feel even hotter. He slammed into her harder and harder, making her groan as she impatiently pulled away from him, lying down as she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him hard.

“I wanna see the stupid fucking look on your face while you fuck me,” she hissed.

“Katherine!” he cried out, almost collapsing on top of her as he lovingly kissed all over her neck. “Fuck. You’re everything.”

“I’m gonna fucking destroy you,” she cooed mockingly as she shoved his face into her neck, her hands resting on his back.

“Go ahead,” he pleaded, “Make me yours. Fucking destroy me, just use me…!”

He moaned loudly as he penetrated, trying to control himself as felt her fingernails digging into his back. He nearly screamed like some sort of horror movie character as she clawed her fingers down his back so hard she started to draw blood.

Luke huffed excitedly as he thrusted in and out of her, completely burying his face in her chest.

“Shit!” he gasped. “Oh…”

He cried out, overstimulated as she scratched up and down his back. He knew there was blood dripping, but hardly even thought about it. He didn’t want to finish yet, but he also knew that he was enjoying being with her too much to really do anything about it.

“It’s okay baby,” she promised him, one hand playing with his hair. “Just come. Come for me,” she whispered.

“Tear me apart!” he hissed. “Fucking destroy me!”

He felt himself fuck like he never fucked before. He thrusted in and out of her so hard, she saw splotches of black as she dug her nails into his muscular back. She sighed as he kissed the side of her neck, refusing to stop worshipping her with affectionate little kisses. Just as he felt her getting so wet he knew she must’ve came again, he moaned softly as he braced himself.

“Luke,” she whispered, mouth agape as he kept going.

“Fuck, that’s so unfair, don’t say my name like that,” he whined.

Reaching a shared climax unlike anything either of them had ever felt before, he pulled out, coming all over her bare stomach with her nails still digging into his back. Panting hard, he collapsed on top of her, continuing his worshiping as he kissed all over her neck.

“Katherine, you’re so beautiful,” he gushed. “You’re a fucking goddess. I don’t deserve you. I love the way you hurt me,” he moaned, falling on top of her.

She appreciated the way he put his full weight on her, sighing in exhaustion as she worked her fingers through his hair. There was come and blood kind of everywhere, but to both of them, it seemed to feel right. That’s what they were together, just come and blood.

“I think I’m in paradise when I’m with you,” she murmured.

“I’d come in my pants if you told me you hated me,” Luke confessed, flipping over beside her to give her some room to breathe.

Sitting up, Katherine momentarily excused the come on her lower stomach as she looked at the old digital alarm clock on the bedside table.

“It’s 7:23,” she told him, her voice still breathy as she realized it was already light out.

“What time did we get in?” Luke asked in confusions staring up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, 11:48?” she approximated.

“Shit,” he breathed, thinking hard. “Did we just fuck for seven hours?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I think so.”

Luke had forgotten that he was a demigod.

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Chapter Ten

[bayetea]

for christmas I have pjo ships under the mistletoe (I forgot they cast thalia) <3 click for better quality!

♡ my daily pjo art tag ♡

closeups under the cut:

[starrydali]

I just need cocky Luke who likes to steal kisses from a reader who always wears red lipstick and since its the holiday maybe even tricking them to catch them under a mistletoe

Red Lipstick and Mistletoes - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Hii! I'm a little late to this since Christmas is over but I thought it was still cute♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊At Camp Half-Blood, the holidays are never boring, especially with Luke Castellan around. Between the mistletoe, his annoying smirks, and stealing kisses that mess up your lipstick, he always seems to find a way to keep things interesting. ✧. ┊

Camp Half-Blood was a strange kind of quiet in winter. The usual chaos of sword fights and cabin rivalries had been replaced by garlands, strings of twinkling lights, and the occasional burst of laughter from the pavilion. It was peaceful—mostly. Peaceful, until Luke Castellan decided to appear.

“Still with the dark red?” his voice came from behind you, smooth and teasing.

You turned, already knowing who it was. Luke stood a few feet away, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his blond hair catching the light from the cabin windows. His eyes, bright and sharp, flicked to your lips.

“What about it?” you asked, brushing a stray pine needle off your jacket.

“Nothing,” he said, strolling closer, that crooked smile firmly in place. “It’s just... bold. Makes a guy wonder.”

“Wonder what?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Luke stopped just short of your space, leaning slightly closer. “How smudge-proof it really is.”

Your lips parted in surprise, but before you could fire back, he leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth—a quick, deliberate brush of his lips against yours. By the time you blinked, he’d already stepped back, his grin downright smug.

“Not smudge-proof,” he said, tilting his head like he was studying a masterpiece. “Good to know.”

Your hand flew to your cheek, and sure enough, there was a faint streak of red. You glared at him, heat rising to your face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Maybe,” he said, casually swiping his thumb over his own lips to wipe away the evidence. “But you didn’t stop me.”

You told yourself you wouldn’t let it happen again. And for most of the night, you managed to steer clear of him. Until, of course, you didn’t.

You were on your way to grab cider when you spotted him by the campfire, leaning casually against the pavilion post. His head tipped back slightly as he stared up at the sprig of mistletoe hanging overhead.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, marching up to him.

Luke’s gaze shifted, locking on you immediately. That infuriating smirk spread across his face. “Hey, I didn’t hang it. I’m just standing here, minding my own business.”

“Minding your own business under mistletoe?” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“Fate’s weird like that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes sharp, watching you like he was daring you to come closer.

You told yourself not to fall for it. You told yourself to turn around, walk away—but your feet didn’t listen.

“Fine,” you said, stepping closer. “Let’s get this over with.”

Luke’s grin softened, just enough to make your breath hitch. “I don’t know why you’re acting like you hate this.”

“Because I do,” you lied, your heart pounding as he leaned in.

This kiss wasn’t quick, or stolen. His lips pressed to yours fully this time, warm and deliberate, his hand brushing the curve of your jaw. You were vaguely aware of your lipstick smudging, but the way his thumb grazed your cheek and the soft hum he made against your mouth made it hard to care.

When he pulled back, you barely had time to catch your breath before he looked at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yup,” he said, his voice low. “Definitely not smudge-proof.”

You groaned, wiping at your mouth, but it only smeared the dark red further. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re gorgeous,” he said, swiping a finger along the edge of his own lips to show off the faint streak of red he’d stolen. “Might need to start wearing it myself.”

You glared at him, but it lacked any real heat. “One of these days, Luke...”

“Yeah, yeah,” he interrupted, grinning as he backed away. “Let me know when you want to test it again.”

You turned toward the cider table, muttering under your breath, but you couldn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at your lips—or the way your heart fluttered at the memory of his.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[loverangels]

Hello! I hope your day is going well so far, can you please do cuddle headcanons for Luke Castellan and or Leo Valdez please? Thank you so much and have a great rest of your day! 🩵☺️

CUDDLING HEADCANONS! ˎˊ˗.˚ ᡣ𐭩

LUKE CASTELLAN-

-big spoon energy: luke would totally have you all smashed up and wrapped up in his arms

-making sure you're all enveloped in his chest, inhaling his musky scent

-or tucking you under his chin/ wrapping himself around you like a shield.

-constant contact: he'd whisper incoherent mumblings in your ears like 'my darling girl' pressing kisses on your hairline when he knows you're dead asleep because you'd totally tease him about how soft he is

-he loves it when your fingers are absent mindedly running over his scar and goes crazy when he feels your hand running along his jaw

-places: Luke could be cuddling with you anywhere. It could be leaning against a tree you tucked into his side- he could make any space work he's just adaptable like that.

LEO VALDEZ-

- he's 100% fidgety and cannot stay still. He hands will be up your shirt along your back, playing with your rings

- he is the most clingiest thing ever. He clings to you like hiz life depends on it and if you have plans to move any time soon you better cancel them because he's not letting you move anywhere

-leo constantly complimenting you. This would be his thing. Sweet things like 'how did I get so lucky' or 'you're like my favourite person, don't tell festus tho' (spoiler alert you do)

-self explanatory but leo would be your personal heater. It could be during a stormy rainy day, or when your on you period, or even when it's mid July and you're sweating like no other but he won't budge.