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PERCY JACKSON SERIES:

𓏲𝄢 Luke Castellan x reader: the wrong side of things

۫ ꣑ৎ Luke Castellan x reader: fight me, maybe

۫ ꣑ৎ Luke Castellan x daughter of Hecate!reader: the crossroads

۫ ꣑ৎ Luke Castellan x actor!reader: is this really acting?

HEATED RIVALRY:

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TLOU:

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LIFE IS STRANGE:

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[ariasfics4uu]

Hello! I'd like to request a fanfic featuring Luke Castellan and a reader. In it, he falls in love with a mortal who acts in the series "House of the Dragon," or, if you prefer, you can choose another series!

Could the story take place a month after the events of the second season? Luke surrenders and manages to free himself from Kronos. Then, he escapes and ends up meeting the reader some time later.

(Sorry if it's confusing 😕)

IS THIS REALLY ACTING?

Luke Castellan x actor!reader

notes: yess of course! thank you for the request! I actually really love this idea and i’m so happy to write it! also sorry it took so long, i’ve had so much to do with school and sports, hope you love it 💕

warnings/content: fluff!!

word count: 1.7k

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He ended up in a small coffee shop, drawn in by the smell of baked goods and something about the warmth inside. People laughed and talked quietly, and for the first time in weeks, Luke could almost breathe. He ordered a black coffee, forgetting how strange it felt to handle money and wait for a cup of something simple.

That’s when he saw you. You were sitting at a table near the window, scrolling on your phone, laughing softly at something on the screen. He froze without realizing it, mesmerized by the way you seemed completely absorbed in the moment, grounded while the rest of the world rushed by.

He sat at a corner table, pretending to read the cover of a book he didn’t recognize, but his eyes kept drifting to you. You noticed eventually. You looked up and caught him staring. Instead of looking annoyed, you smiled politely, and for a second, he felt something warm and strange in his chest. It was like safety, but also excitement, a combination he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He worked up the nerve to speak. “Hey, uh, do you come here often?”

You laughed softly, a sound that made him want to hear it again. “Not really. First time, actually. You?”

“First time too,” he admitted. His voice sounded strange to him, softer than he thought it should be.

You studied him for a second. There was something in his eyes, a careful curiosity, and it made your heart twitch. “Cool.” she gives him her name then asks for his in return.

“Luke,” he said, repeating it like he wanted to make sure you remembered it.

After that, meeting each other felt natural. Luke showed up the next day, and then the day after, until it didn’t feel awkward anymore. He didn’t talk about Kronos, or the Titans, or anything that made him sound dangerous. You didn’t ask either, and that was exactly what he needed. You shared little details about your life as an actor, what it was like filming, the fun parts and the stressful parts. Luke listened. He liked listening.

A week later, you suggested getting out of the coffee shop. “Let’s go to the park. Just a walk. No pressure.”

He hesitated. He wasn’t used to normal. But then he remembered that feeling from the first time you smiled at him and how it had stayed in his chest all week. “Okay,” he said finally.

The park was small but beautiful. The sun was high, and there were kids running around, dogs chasing balls, and couples on benches. You walked side by side, shoulders almost touching. You talked about movies you liked and small silly things that had happened on set. He laughed more than he had in months.

You bought ice cream from a stand on the corner. You got a cone with sprinkles. Luke wasn’t sure what to get, so he chose chocolate. It was simple and messy, and he liked it. You laughed when he got a little on his hand.

“Here,” you said, handing him a napkin. “Don’t let it ruin your new jacket.”

“I don’t think it will,” he said. “But thanks.”

You walked a little farther, finding a bench overlooking a small pond. You sat down. Luke followed, sitting close but not too close. When he reached for his ice cream, his hand brushed against yours. Neither of you pulled away.

“I like this,” you said quietly, looking out at the water.

“What do you like?” Luke asked.

“This. Just being outside. Not thinking about anything else for a while.”

Luke nodded. “I get that.”

You turned to him with a small smile. “Are you always this quiet?”

“Depends,” he admitted. “I talk when it matters.”

You chuckled softly. “Good answer.”

There was a quiet moment where they just sat together, watching ducks and people pass by. Luke realized that he had been waiting for something like this for a long time, though he didn’t know it until now. You made the world feel safe again. You made him feel like maybe he could belong somewhere.

“You’re going to have to teach me how to be normal,” he said, half joking.

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I’m not exactly an expert either.”

He laughed, a short, relieved sound. “Good to know I’m in good company.”

When the sun began to set, you got up and stretched. “I should probably head back.”

Luke nodded, trying not to think about how much he didn’t want the day to end. “Yeah. I’ll walk with you.”

You left the park slowly, side by side. Your arms brushed once more, just lightly, and it felt like a promise. Neither of you spoke much, but it didn’t matter. Luke felt the same warmth in his chest that he had when he first saw you in the coffee shop.

When you reached the edge of your street, you stopped. “Do you want to meet up tomorrow?”

Luke looked at you, studying your face as if trying to memorize it. “Yeah,” he said, a little shyly. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay,” you said with a grin.

Luke smiled back, feeling something he hadn’t in a long time. Maybe it was happiness. Maybe it was hope. But whatever it was, it stayed with him as he walked back into the quiet of his apartment.

For the first time since escaping Kronos, Luke didn’t feel like he was drifting. He had somewhere to go, someone to see. And that felt… right.

The next day, he showed up at the coffee shop again. You were already there, smiling when you saw him. And for the first time, Luke didn’t feel afraid of being normal. He just felt like he belonged.

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they look so good oh my god.

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jealousy is a storm

Percy Jackson doesn't get jealous the way people expect.

He doesn't glare across the campfire or start shouting matches in the arena. Percy has fought monsters, titans, and literal gods. A random camper flirting with you isn't exactly the same category of threat.

But Percy Jackson is still the son of the sea, and the sea has tides.

Tonight, campfire night is louder than usual. Music drifts through the warm summer air, campers are laughing too loudly, and the flames crackle bright against the dark sky. The smell of strawberries and smoke hangs around the pavilion.

You're sitting near the fire, knees pulled up slightly as you listen to a Hermes camper tell a story that is definitely getting more exaggerated with every sentence.

You laugh anyway, and Percy notices across the fire.

He notices because Percy always notices you. He's leaning back on his hands in the grass, half listening to the conversation around him. His expression is relaxed, but his eyes drift back to you again and again without him realizing.

You look happy, that's the part he likes! The part he doesn't like comes a moment later. A son of Ares drops down beside you. He's loud, confident, and the type of person who fills space easily.

Percy's jaw tightens slightly, not enough for anyone else to see, of course. The boy says something that makes you laugh again. Percy can't hear what it is over the noise of the fire. He watches as the Ares camper leans a little closer when he talks, too close for comfort.

The lake behind the cabins ripples quietly as Percy sits up. The boy nudges your shoulder lightly.

"You're pretty good with a sword", he says with a grin. "You should train with me sometime, I could show you a few things."

You smile politely.

"I think I'm doing okay so far, thanks."

Across the fire, Percy exhales slowly through his nose, the water in the lake shifting again.

The Ares camper laughs.

"I'm serious though", he continues. "Jackson's good, but he's not exactly the best teacher, I could probably help you improve faster."

That does it. Percy stands and walks over, you notice him immediately.

"(Y/N)", he says quietly as he stops beside you.

You look up at him.

His expression is calm, but there's something steady in his eyes that makes your chest warm.

"Hey Perce", you say softly.

Percy sits down on your other side, close enough that your shoulders brush. his arm casually resting behind you on the grass. The Ares camper looks between the two of you.

"Oh, hey Jackson."

Percy nods once.

"Hey (Y/N)."

There's a small pause. The boy continues, clearly not noticing anything unusual.

"Anyway, like I was saying", he tells you, turning back toward you again, "if you want real training, you should spar with someone from Ares cabin."

Percy's fingers curl slightly in the grass. The lake shifts again, but not violently, just a little.

You glance at Percy, and he looks calm, too calm.

"(Y/N) already trains enough", Percy says quietly.

The boy laughs.

"Relax, man! I was just offering."

Percy tilts his head slightly.

"I know."

The words are simple, but something about his tone makes the boy pause. Your hand moves slightly in the grass beside you, and Percy's fingers find yours without looking down. You lean your head lightly against his shoulder.

"I'm fine, Percy", you murmur softly.

He glances at you immediately, his expression softening.

"I know you are."

Then he looks back at the boy.

"But if someone makes you uncomfortable", Percy says quietly, "I want to know."

The Ares camper scoffs.

"Why? You gonna start a fight?"

Percy shrugs.

"Probably not."

The lake behind the cabins shifts again, the water lapping harder against the shore, his hand squeezing yours slightly.

"But if I had to choose between saving Olympus or protecting the people I love", Percy continues calmly, "I'd burn Olympus down."

The fire crackles loudly, nobody saying anything for a moment.

The Ares camper suddenly looks less confident.

"Uh", he says awkwardly, standing up and walking away, "I think Clarisse wanted me for something."

Percy relaxes slightly as the tension leaves the air, the lake settling again.

You look up at him, smiling faintly.

"Jealous?" you tease gently.

Percy huffs quietly.

"No."

You raise an eyebrow, which makes his ears turn faintly red.

"Maybe a little," he admits.

Your thumb brushes over the back of his hand.

"I kind of like it."

Percy glances down at you, his expression softening completely.

"You shouldn't", he mutters.

He studies you for a moment, the firelight reflecting in his eyes.

“Because", he says quietly, "it makes me want to do things like this."

Before you can ask what he means, his hand slides gently to the side of your face. The kiss is soft and careful at first. Percy's lips brush yours like he's testing something fragile, like he's giving you every chance to pull away. Your hand lifts to rest against the back of his neck, and Percy exhales softly against your mouth when you pull him a little closer.

That small sound undoes the last bit of restraint he had left.

His arm moves around your waist, steady and warm, drawing you closer against him as the kiss deepens. Not rushed, not rough, just more certain now, like he's finally allowing himself to enjoy something he wanted all night. Your fingers slide into his hair. Percy makes a quiet surprised sound and kisses you again, a little deeper this time.

For a second the world shrinks down to just this: the warmth of the fire, his hand at your waist, the lake quietly shifting behind you.

When you finally pull back for air, Percy's forehead drops gently against yours.

His breathing is uneven.

"You're trouble", he murmurs.

You smile.

"You started it!"

Percy laughs softly, still close enough that your noses brush.

“Yeah, worth it.” he says.

And behind you, the lake ripples once before settling again. Because the sea prince already knows exactly what he's protecting.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶ hi dear reader!! this fic is inspired by the moment in the show, where percy says hed burn down olympus for annabeth <3 (gosh i love percabeth sm). i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it!

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omg i just keep finding the best fics ever!! this is so cutee!!!

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babe? % charlie bushnell

pairing: charlie bushnell x gf!reader synopsis: out for dinner with your boyfriend and his castmates, a little confusion happens genre: fluff!! word count: 1.6k words warnings: use of y/n a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb but then it became too long to be one… but my first rpf! what do we guys think??? also, i caught a cold so i wrote this with like my last braincell

after a long day of interviews for the new season of percy jackson, charlie and his castmates decided to go out for dinner together. coincidentally, you were already on your way to meet up with your boyfriend, so when they found out you were coming, they decided to drag you along with them since they missed you too.

“y/n’s here!” dior exclaimed the moment she spotted you approaching. 

charlie turned his head quickly at the sound of your name, already steps away from where he was standing. he was about to greet you with a hug, but dior beat him to it before he could even take another step forward. 

she wrapped you in an excited hug first, followed immediately by leah, and then tamara right after her. “hello, babe.”

you laugh, trying to keep your balance while juggling the small bouquets you brought with you. “hello. you all look lovely tonight,” you say as you hand each of them a small bouquet of flowers you picked up on the way to the restaurant.

the three girls gasp almost instantly, their faces lighting up with surprise and excitement. “oh my gosh, you didn’t have to!” leah says as she carefully takes the bouquet from your hands while examining the flowers closely. 

“these are so pretty!” dior adds, holding hers up as if admiring it from different angles. the three of them pull you into another round of hugs, thanking you all at once while you laugh softly at their enthusiasm.

“alright, that’s enough,” charlie finally interrupts, trying to gently grab your arm and pull you away from the group. “give me my girlfriend back.” 

unfortunately for him, he fails miserably because the three girls tighten their hold on you like they’ve decided to adopt you for the evening.

daniel watches the whole thing from a few feet away before crossing his arms. “is she even your girl anymore?”

“right, like we haven’t even greeted her,” walker complains dramatically from behind leah. “can you guys share?”

“hello, y/n, i guess,” aryan adds teasingly.

three whole minutes somehow pass and the hug still hasn’t ended. it takes a staff member stepping out of the restaurant entrance and calling out, “reservation for mr. diemer!” for the group to finally release you.

“that’s us,” daniel says, raising his hand as the staff member gestures for everyone to follow him inside. the group immediately rushes forward, but charlie slows his steps so he can walk beside you instead of disappearing into the crowd. 

“hey,” you greet him with a smile. 

“finally,” he sighs dramatically as he pulls you against his side and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “i missed you.” 

“missed you too,” you reply, handing him the last bouquet you’ve been holding. “this one’s yours.”

he blinks in surprise before taking it. “oh, i didn’t know i had one. thank you, baby.” he studies the arrangement carefully, tilting his head slightly before smiling in that knowing way that makes you nervous. “you made this, didn’t you.”

as usual, your boyfriend knows you too well. “it had to be special,” you shrug, trying to look casual about it. he leans down as if he’s about to kiss you again when dior’s voice suddenly echoes from inside the restaurant. 

“hurry your little steps!” you and charlie glance at each other and laugh quietly. he shakes his head before intertwining his fingers with yours as the two of you follow the rest of the group inside. 

“how’s your day been?” he asks while glancing down at you. you shrug your shoulders. “the usual. the boutique was busy as always, but we pushed through.” once you reach the table, he immediately pulls out a chair for you before taking the seat beside you.

“how about your day?” you continue. “how many interviews did you guys have again?” the question is technically directed at your boyfriend, but since it applies to everyone, a chorus of tired groans answers you instead. 

“a million,” walker mutters dramatically as he sinks into his chair like a deflated balloon. 

the entire group looks exhausted, their expressions somewhere between drained and half-asleep. you can’t help giggling at the sight. “alright, sorry for asking.” 

“no babes, it’s fine,” tamara says kindly from across the table. “the kids just had some extra interviews they had to go through today.” considering the importance of their characters, it makes sense that walker, leah, and aryan have much more packed schedules than the rest of the group. 

before the conversation can continue, a waiter approaches the table with a polite smile and a leather-bound menu in hand. “good evening, everyone. welcome. may i start you off with something to drink?”

“water,” walker answers immediately, sounding like a man who just survived the desert. 

“same,” leah adds. 

“sparkling water for me,” aryan says dramatically. 

you glance at charlie before answering, “lemonade, please.” 

“same for me,” charlie adds. once the waiter got everyone’s order for drinks, he leaves.

everyone opens their menus and scans through the options. “why do fancy restaurant menus always sound so intimidating,” walker mutters under his breath. “like why is the steak described like it’s going through an emotional journey.” 

“just point at something expensive and pretend you know what it means,” dior whispers. after a few minutes the waiter returns to take everyone’s order. 

steaks, pasta, seafood, and a suspicious amount of fries are requested before the waiter disappears toward the kitchen again. 

“well,” you say, turning back toward tamara, “how do you feel about the interviews? it’s nice they have you there now. i’m so excited to consume more tamara content.”

she laughs softly.  “it’s very fun. you know how it is with these guys, it’s never a dull moment.”

“it’s actually so fun to have her with us,” dior adds enthusiastically. “we have way more fun when there’s more of us.” 

she then looks at you and pouts slightly. “you’re the only one missing from the interviews.” a quiet laugh escapes you that sounds more like a scoff.

“i told her she should send in her audition tapes,” charlie says casually, grinning as he glances at you. 

“oh my god,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “let those go.” 

“wait— what— you have tapes?” leah suddenly asks from across the table. “no—” 

“yes,” charlie cuts in immediately. you pinch his side hard enough to make him wince. the entire table now stares at you expectantly. 

“those were filmed as a joke,” you explain quickly, trying to stop yourself from face-palming. “we were bored and maybe a little tipsy.” 

charlie chuckles beside you. “but you made a really good silena.” 

“silena?!” dior nearly stands from her chair in excitement. “girl you have to show us!” 

defeated, you begin reaching for your phone when the waiter returns carrying several plates of appetizers and the first few main courses. you silently thank the gods for the interruption. 

“you still have to show us during dessert,” aryan says calmly. you glare at him as your food is placed in front of you. 

soon the table grows quieter as everyone begins eating. the occasional clink of cutlery and plates fills the air while small comments pop up every now and then about how buttery the steak is or how good the pasta tastes. 

unfortunately, in the middle of swallowing your truffle pasta, a piece gets stuck in your throat. you cough lightly before coughing again, reaching your hand toward the center of the table. 

“b-babe can you pass me…” you gesture weakly toward the pitcher of lemonade. 

three hands reach for it at the same time. charlie’s. dior’s. tamara’s. 

“weird,” dior comments. 

tamara lightly slaps charlie’s hand away from the pitcher before grabbing it herself. “she said babe, not wallet,” she says as she pours lemonade into your glass. 

you cough harder, partly because of the pasta and partly because you’re laughing at her comment. charlie leans back in his chair with a dramatic scoff. “i see what i am.” 

“know your place, little boy,” dior adds casually while continuing to eat. 

charlie shoots her a look so dramatic that it makes you giggle again. you lean against his shoulder affectionately, clearly enjoying his misery. “sorry baby,” you say sweetly as you cup his face. 

he pouts. “whatever,” he mutters under his breath. 

“you’re still my favorite wallet.” 

his eyes widen in betrayal, “oh my god.” 

the entire table bursts into laughter as charlie groans and drops his head onto your shoulder in defeat. “you see what i deal with?” he mumbles into your sleeve.

“aw, poor baby,” walker teases immediately. “can’t accept his fate as a wallet.” 

“tragic, really,” aryan adds. 

“should we call for emotional support?” leah asks dramatically. 

you try to defend him, lifting your head slightly while your arm wraps around his shoulders. “okay, leave him alone, he’s tired,” you say, though the smile tugging at your lips makes it obvious you’re barely holding in your laughter. 

“wow,” charlie mutters, peeking up at you. “my own girlfriend is laughing at me.” 

“i’m not!” you protest weakly, though a giggle escapes anyway. 

the table erupts again. tamara grins, “she’s trying her best, charlie.” 

“yeah,” daniel adds with a shrug. “hard not to laugh when you are acting like a baby.” 

charlie straightens slightly, offended. “i am not.” 

“you literally pouted,” dior says, “and laid your head on her shoulder,” walker adds. 

“that’s normal behavior,” charlie insists. 

“sure it is,” aryan nods. 

you sigh fondly before gently squishing charlie’s cheeks between your hands and turning his face toward you. “ignore them,” you say softly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

the table immediately erupts into exaggerated groans and sounds of disgust. “oh come on!” walker complains.

“now that's just gross,” dior mutters. 

charlie pulls back just enough to look at them smugly, one arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his side. 

“stay mad,” he says casually. you laugh and shake your head, resting against him again while the group continues teasing the two of you for the rest of dinner.

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INTRO:

hi hi! i know it’s a bit late for an intro, but I just wanted to make one for fun! xoxo aria 💋

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If you didn’t already know, or couldn’t tell, my name is Aria and i write fanfiction! if you can’t tell, i love percy jackson and sabrina carpenter!

i am 7teen, in ravenclaw, and also cabin 7!

Fandoms i’m in:

percy jackson

Arcane

tlou

detroit become human

heated rivalry

harry potter, including hogwarts legacy

life is strange

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[ariasfics4uu]

Can you write a luke×daughter of hecate ?

Like before the war children of hecate dont have a cabin / dont get claimed and their power are on a pretty large range so i was thinking luke being so intrigued by her and trying to understand who her parent is

Thank you so much 🫶

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Luke castellan x daughter of hecate!reader

notes: i think this idea is so cute!!! i love the idea of luke trying to help reader figure out who her godly parent is! as always, thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy!

content/warnings: no warnings, just reader figuring out she’s a daughter of hecate, luke x reader fluff!

word count: 1,750

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divider by: @cursed-carmine

The first time Luke noticed you, it was because of the mist.

Not the normal kind that drifted through the forest in the mornings. This mist moved strangely, curling around you standing alone near the edge of the training field like it was alive.

Luke Castellan leaned against the arena railing, watching. Most campers were busy sparring with wooden swords, but his attention kept drifting back to you.

You weren’t fighting.

You weren’t talking.

you were just standing there, staring at your hands like they had gone against you somehow.

Luke frowned.

He had been at Camp Half-Blood long enough to recognize a few things. Unclaimed kids usually looked confused or nervous, but you looked… frustrated.

Like you were trying to solve a puzzle.

A loud clang pulled Luke’s attention away as two campers finished their match. When he looked back, you were gone.

He scanned the field.

Nothing.

Then you appeared again ten feet away.

Luke straightened.

“Okay,” he muttered. “That’s new.”

Teleportation wasn’t something most demigods could just do accidentally. He pushed himself off the railing and walked across the arena. As he got closer, you noticed him and quickly shoved your hands into the pockets of your camp hoodie.

“you’re staring,” you said with a confused expression.

Luke shrugged. “it’s kinda hard not to when you just teleported from halfway across camp.”

“I tripped.”

“You tripped ten feet sideways.”

You didn’t answer.

Luke looked at you, searching for something. “You new?”

“Been here two weeks.”

“Unclaimed?”

Your expression tightened.

“Yeah.”

Luke studied you for a moment. Something about you felt… strange. Not dangerous exactly, but different. The air around you seemed heavier, like the Mist itself was paying attention.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

you gave him your name, waiting for a reply.

“I’m Luke.”

“I know who you are.”

He smirked slightly. “Good reputation or bad reputation?”

“Both, mostly good though.”

Luke laughed under his breath. Then something weird happened. A sword from the rack nearby slid off the table and clattered onto the ground. Neither of them had touched it.

you sighed.

“Not again.”

Luke raised an eyebrow.

“Again? This has happened before?”

“yeah.”

Another weapon rattled slightly. A spear rolled an inch across the rack before stopping.

Luke stared.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “You definitely didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Thank you,” you said flatly. “Finally someone believes me.”

Luke stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“When did this start?”

“Couple days ago.”

“What exactly happens?”

“Stuff moves,” you explain. “Sometimes shadows change. Once I lit a candle without touching it.”

Luke’s brain started racing through possibilities. Fire… shadows… weird control over the Mist. He had heard stories before. Old ones from campers who paid attention to the stranger parts of the Greek world.

“Has anyone claimed you yet?” he asked.

“No,” you replied. “Which is apparently a huge problem.”

Luke leaned against the table.

“Not really.”

You looked at him like he was crazy.

“Everyone else here has a parent cabin,” you said. “I sleep in Hermes because they take unclaimed campers. And everyone keeps asking me who my godly parent is like I’m supposed to magically know.”

Luke thought for a moment.

“Maybe you don’t,” he said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“There’s one goddess whose kids usually don’t get claimed.”

you blinked. “What?”

Luke tapped the table lightly. “Hecate.”

The name seemed to make the air feel colder. you frowned. “Magic?”

“Yeah,” Luke said. “Mist control. Weird powers. Things moving when you’re upset.”

you looked down at your hands again. “That would explain a lot,” you admitted quietly.

Luke studied your expression. You didn’t look excited. You looked overwhelmed.

“So what,” you said after a moment. “I’m just supposed to be the camp witch now?”

Luke laughed. “Relax. No one here even knows what that would look like.”

you crossed your arms. “You seem pretty sure.”

Luke shrugged. “I read.”

There was a pause. Then you spoke quietly, “You’re not… freaked out?” Luke tilted his head.

“Why would I be?”

“Because things around me keep breaking.”

Right on cue, the Mist around them flickered slightly. For a split second, Luke thought he saw the training field shift into something else, dark trees, a crossroads, shadows stretching in three directions. Then it was gone. Luke grinned.

“Actually,” he said, “I think it’s pretty cool.”

you looked at him, skeptical. “Cool?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed a wooden sword and tossed it to you. “Show me what else you can do.”

“I can’t control it.”

“Good,” Luke said.

That made you pause. “Why is that good?”

Luke stepped back toward the center of the arena. “Because if you could already control it,” he said, “this would be boring.”

He pointed the sword toward you.

“Come on. Try to hit me.”

You hesitated.

Then you raised the sword. The second you stepped forward, the Mist curled around your feet again. Luke noticed immediately. Interesting. Very interesting. As they began sparring, Luke realized two things.

First, you learned fast. Really fast.

Second, every time you got frustrated, the world around them bent slightly out of place. Weapons rattled. Shadows stretched wrong. The Mist thickened. Luke blocked another swing and smiled.

“Yeah,” he said under his breath.

He was definitely going to figure her out.

Camp Half-Blood was quiet at night. Most campers were asleep in their cabins, and the only sounds came from the forest, crickets, rustling leaves, and the occasional hoot of an owl.

You couldn’t sleep.

Again.

You sat on the steps outside the Hermes cabin with your knees pulled to your chest, staring at the dirt path in front of you. A small candle burned beside you, its flame flickering softly in the darkness.

You hadn’t meant to light it, it had just… happened. That was the problem. Everything just happened lately, shadows moved when you got upset. Objects slid across tables. Earlier that day during dinner, the Mist twisted so badly that half the campers thought the strawberries in the pavilion had turned into spiders. That had not gone well. You sighed and rubbed your eyes.

“I’m never getting claimed,” you muttered.

“Probably not if you keep hiding out here.”

You jumped.

Luke stepped out of the darkness like he had been standing there the entire time, his sword resting casually over his shoulder.

“You have got to stop sneaking up on people,” you said.

Luke smirked. “And you need to have better awareness.”

He sat down beside you on the steps. For a moment neither of you spoke. Luke glanced at the candle.

“Did you light that?”

“No.”

“Good,” he said. “That would’ve ruined my theory.”

You groaned.

“Please don’t start the magic thing again.”

Luke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“I’m serious.”

“I know, that’s the problem.”

You kicked a small rock down the path.

“I don’t want it to be true,” you said quietly.

Luke turned slightly to look at you.

“Why?”

“Because it means something’s wrong with me.”

The candle flame suddenly grew taller. Luke watched it carefully.

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” he said.

You didn’t answer. A cold breeze drifted through the trees, making the candle flicker again. Then Luke stood up suddenly.

“Come on.”

You frowned. “Where?”

“Just trust me.”

That was totally comforting. But you stood anyway.

Luke led you down the dirt trail toward the forest. Moonlight filtered through the branches, turning the path pale silver. After a few minutes, the trail split. Three paths.

A crossroad.

Luke stopped walking. You frowned. “Why are we here?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched the Mist drifting through the clearing. It was thicker here. Moving slowly around your feet.

“You feel that?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

The air felt strange. Heavy. Like something was watching. Luke stepped back slightly.

“I had a feeling,” he said.

“A feeling about what?”

Before he could answer, the candle in your hand suddenly went out. Darkness swallowed the crossroad. Your heart jumped.

“Luke—”

The Mist thickened instantly. Not the normal Mist. It rolled through the clearing like fog pouring from the ground itself. Shadows stretched along the trees in strange shapes.

You stepped backward.

“What’s happening?”

Luke didn’t look scared. If anything, he looked fascinated.

“Just watch,” he said quietly.

A cold wind rushed through the clearing.

The three paths darkened, their shadows forming sharp lines across the ground.

Then, light appeared above your head.

A torch.

Then another.

Then a third.

Three burning torches formed a triangle in the air, glowing silver against the night sky.

You froze.

Luke let out a slow breath.

“Well,” he said.

“That answers that.”

You stared upward. “What… is that?”

Luke pointed toward the glowing symbol.

“Your mom.”

“No, seriously Luke, what is it?”

“I am being serious, it’s your mom.”

The torches burned brighter, lighting the crossroads and casting long shadows across the dirt.

Your voice barely worked.

“You were right.” she admits

Luke shrugged slightly. “I usually am.”

You elbow him in the ribs “Okay, smart guy.”

He chuckles at that

The two of you watch as the torches slowly fade after a few seconds, dissolving into the night sky. Silence returned to the forest.

You were still staring upward.

“Hecate,” you said quietly.

Luke nodded. “Goddess of magic. The Mist. Crossroads.”

You looked around the clearing. “That’s why you brought me here.”

“Yeah.”

You turned toward him. “You knew.”

“I suspected.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence between you two.

Then you laughed suddenly, not nervously this time.

Relieved.

“So I’m not crazy.”

Luke smiled. “Nope.”

You looked down at your hands again, but this time they weren’t shaking. The Mist moved gently around your fingers like it was finally listening.

Luke noticed immediately.

“You feel that control?” he asked.

“A little.”

“That’ll get stronger.”

You looked back up at the sky. “Great.”

Luke raised an eyebrow.

“That didn’t sound very excited.”

You shrugged.

“I just got claimed by the goddess of magic. I feel like my life is about to get complicated.”

Luke laughed. “Trust me.”

He started walking back toward camp.

“It already was.”

You followed him down the path. After a few steps you asked, “So what happens now?”

Luke glanced over his shoulder. “Well…”

He smirked slightly.

“Now we figure out what a daughter of Hecate can actually do.”

The Mist curled softly around your footsteps as you walked, and for the first time since arriving at Camp Half-Blood, It felt like it was finally on your side.

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[ariasfics4uu]

oh wow 🤭

[fawnmisty]

kiss me thru the phone

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i love how the jerseys spell hollanov

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[ariasfics4uu]

ugh why does he have to be evil 😢

[ariasfics4uu]

hmm maybe luke with a crush on reader who’s really good at keeping up with him in combat

or luke x reader and percabeth sets them up

FIGHT ME, MAYBE

Luke Castellan x reader

notes: yess! i love this idea tysm! i decided to do both bc why not? also do we get the title like the song, “call me maybe”? hope it makes sense!

content/warnings: no warnings, just fluff!

word count: 1,102

masterlist:

divider by: @cursed-carmine

The arena at Camp Half-Blood was loud that afternoon. Swords clashed. Dust kicked up from the sand. A few campers stood near the edges watching the fights. Right in the middle of the arena, Luke swung his sword at you again.

You blocked it.

Metal rang loudly as the blades hit each other. Luke stepped forward, quick and controlled, trying to knock your sword out of your hands. Most campers would’ve lost their grip already.

Except you weren’t most campers.

Instead, you twisted your wrist and pushed his sword away. Luke blinked in surprise for half a second, then he smiled, impressed by your skill.

“Oh, it’s like that today?” he said.

“Focus,” you shot back.

You swung again. Luke ducked and spun, his sword coming down toward your shoulder. You jumped back just in time and brought your blade up to block. The sound echoed across the arena. A few campers nearby stopped to watch. Across the ring, Percy leaned against the fence, watching the fight with interest. Next to him, Annabeth crossed her arms.

“They’ve been doing this for thirty minutes,” Percy said.

Annabeth nodded.

“And neither of them has lost yet,” Percy added.

Annabeth looked back at the fight.

Luke moved fast, like he always did, but you were keeping up with him step for step.

“You see it, right?” Percy said.

“See what?”

“He likes her.”

Annabeth sighed.

“That’s obvious.”

Percy blinked. “Wait, really?”

“yes percy, really.”

Back in the arena, Luke rushed forward again. You stepped sideways and kicked the back of his knee. Luke stumbled slightly. That was all the opening you needed. You knocked his sword aside and pressed the tip of your blade against his chest. For a moment everything went quiet. Luke looked down at the sword, then back up at you. He couldn’t help but look at her, noticing every small detail, memorizing every feature. Slowly, he laughed.

“Okay,” he said grinning. “That one doesn’t count..”

You lowered your sword, trying not to smile too much.

“You said that yesterday too,” you said.

Luke picked his sword up from the sand. “Yeah, well, you’re getting annoyingly good.”

Across the arena Percy grabbed Annabeths arm.

“Did you see that??”

Annabeth nodded.

“She beat him again.”

Percy grinned.

“Okay,” he said. “New plan.”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

“What plan?”

“We set them up.”

Annabeth stared at him for a second.

“You want to interfere in Luke’s love life.”“Technically,” Percy said, “I’m helping.”

Annabeth sighed but looked back at you and Luke. You were arguing about sword technique while standing way too close to each other.

“…fine,” she said. “But we do it carefully.”

Percy grinned.

A little later, Luke was sitting outside the Hermes cabin sharpening his sword when Percy walked up.

“Hey,” Percy said casually.

Luke looked up. “What do you want?”

“You should come help with training rotations later.” Luke frowned. “Since when do you care about training schedules?”

“Annabeth made a list.”

Luke thought about it. That sounded believable enough.

“Fine,” he said.

At the same time, Annabeth walked over to you near the archery range. “You should do another training session tonight,” she said. You looked confused. “With who?”

“Luke.”

You blinked. “Why?”

Annabeth shrugged like it was obvious. “You two are the only ones who can actually challenge each other.”

That was also believable.

“Okay,” you said.

So later that evening, you walked into the arena again. Luke was already there. You both stopped when you saw each other.

“You too?” Luke said.

“Percy told me to come train,” you said.

Luke sighed.

“Annabeth told me the same thing.”

You both paused. Then you said at the same time,

“They set this up.”

Luke laughed. “Yeah. Probably.”

Still, neither of you left. Luke lifted his sword “Since we’re here,” he said.

You smiled and raised your own blade.

“Rematch?”

The fight started immediately. Luke rushed forward and you blocked him again. Your swords clashed again and again, sparks flying slightly when the metal hit. You moved faster this time. Luke couldn’t help but notice. He ducked under one of your swings and stepped close enough that your blades locked between you. For a second neither of you moved.

“You’re getting better,” he said quietly.

“You say that every time.”

“yeah well, it’s true.”

You pushed his sword away and spun, forcing him back a step. Luke laughed under his breath.

“Your stubborn.”

“You started it.”

After another few minutes, both of you finally stopped, breathing a little harder. Luke ran a hand through his hair. “Okay,” he said. “Break.”

You nodded.

The sun was setting now, turning the sky orange and pink. The two of you walked toward the pavilion. “You’re still smiling,” Luke said suddenly.

“I am not.”

“You totally are.”

You tried to hide it, which only made Luke grin more. “You’re proud of beating me again,” he said.

“Maybe,” you said.

“But only because it’s funny when you lose.”

You reached the pavilion and grabbed a couple blue cookies from the table. Luke raised an eyebrow.

“Blue?”

“Percy made them.”

Luke nodded slowly. “That explains it.”

You sat down across from him. It felt strange sitting instead of sparring. Usually when you and Luke were together, one of you had a weapon. Now it was just the two of you. Luke tapped his fingers on the table.

“You know,” he said, “you’re the only person here who can actually keep up with me.”

You shrugged.

“Maybe you’re just getting worse.”

Luke laughed. “Wow. Harsh.”

You smiled a little.

“But seriously,” you said. “You’re the best fighter here. If I want to get better, I should train with the best.” Luke looked at you for a moment. He didn’t say anything right away.

Behind a nearby cabin, Percy peeked around the corner.

“They’re talking,” he whispered.

Annabeth leaned beside him. “Yes, Percy. That’s what people do.”

“But it’s working!” Annabeth watched the two of you for a moment. Luke said something and you laughed again. She sighed.

“…okay,” she admitted quietly. “Maybe it is working.”

Back at the table, Luke leaned back slightly in his chair. “You know,” he said, “we should probably train again tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Trying to get your win back?”

Luke smirked. “Something like that.”

You stood up and grabbed another cookie.

“Same time tomorrow?” Luke nodded.

“Same time.”

As you walked away, Luke watched you go for a second longer than he meant to. Percy suddenly appeared next to him. Luke jumped slightly.

“Were you spying on us?”

Percy shrugged. “Maybe.”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “You set this up.”

Percy grinned. “Did it work?”

Luke looked across the camp where you were walking back toward your cabin. After a second, he smiled a little.

“…maybe.”

[ariasfics4uu]

can you write an angst fic of reader x luke castellan? maybe where luke is trying to get reader to join him but she won’t and they fight against each other in the war? it can end however you want! thank youu!

THE WRONG SIDE OF THINGS

Luke Castellan x reader

notes: my first fic guys!!! this honestly was so fun to write and there’s one more coming after this!!

content/warnings: mentions of blood, angst, some fluff, reader dies.

word count: 1,129

masterlist:

divider by: @cursed-carmine

The air was thick with smoke and the screams of soldiers. Your clothes were soaked with blood, and the ground beneath you felt like it was giving way. You tried to focus, but the chaos swallowed everything, until you saw him, running toward you, calling your name.

Luke Castellan fell to his knees beside you, hands shaking as he pressed against your wounds. You tried to speak, tried to tell him you were fine, but the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth.

It was funny to think that just few months ago, you had been laughing under the sun at Camp Half-Blood, Luke’s arm thrown around your shoulder. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, grinning as you tripped over your own feet. You had shoved him playfully. “And you’re hopeless,” you’d replied, leaning against him, heart racing. Those days felt like a lifetime ago. “Please… just join me,” he said, voice breaking. “I need someone like you on my side. If we had your brain and my strength… we could take down the gods. together.”

Luke had been softer than usual that night, lying beside you under the stars. You’d held his hand, fingers intertwined. “You could never do it alone,” you whispered. “no matter what side you end up on, i’ll follow you either way.” He had smiled, and for a moment, the world had seemed like it belonged only to the two of you.

“But you aren’t seeing the bigger picture, Luke,” you said, blinking back tears.

“Kronos won’t give you what you want. If anything… if anything, you’ll become exactly what you’ve been fighting against.”

His jaw tightened. “And what if I don’t care anymore? This world, these gods, this camp… none of it is worth saving.” His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin.

“I just… I can’t live without you, Luke,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“I know. I’m sorry. This means everything to me. If you can’t see that, I don’t know if I can stay,” he admitted, eyes locking with yours.

“You mean…?” you asked, confusion twisting your face.

“You know,” he said sharply, voice low. “Don’t pretend you don’t understand what I’m trying to do.”

You had spent an entire day in the forest together, laughing as he helped you into a tree to see the view. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, breathless as you watched him climb up after you. “And I love it.” He had kissed your forehead softly. “I love you,” he had whispered, and your heart had ached with happiness.

Luke’s eyes searched yours. “This… what you’re doing… it’s going to get you killed,” he said, desperation cracking his voice. “Please… don’t leave me like this.”

Before you could respond, a figure from his side lunged forward. A blade found your side. You gasped, falling into Luke’s arms. His scream cut through the chaos as he shoved the soldier away violently, his blade moving faster than thought. The man crumpled, lifeless.

Luke held you close, shaking. “No, no, no… don’t do this, please!” he begged, tears streaming down his face. “You can’t leave me. Not like this!”

Your fingers twitched weakly against his chest. “Luke… it’s… it’s okay,” you whispered. Blood slicked your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. “I… love… you.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, rocking you gently as the world blurred. “No… I won’t… I can’t-stay with me! Please!” But it was too late. Your hand slipped from his, and your body went limp. Luke cradled you, sobbing into your hair, the battlefield around him falling silent in his grief.

Hours later, he sat alone by a crumbling wall, your bloodied shirt in his hands. The world had ended for him the moment you died. “I… I can’t…” he whispered, voice breaking. “I can’t do this without you. I can’t… be without you…” The wind carried the echoes of the battle, but all he could hear was the memory of your laughter, your smile, your hand in his, gone forever.

[ariasfics4uu]

NEW WRITER ALERT!

Hii! i’m aria, a new fic writer and i need ideas on what to write!

here is what fandoms and types of fics i’m open to writing:

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Pjo, detroit become human, Heated rivalry, Life is Strange, arcane, tlou, and hogwarts legacy!

things i’m open to writing: smut (sometimes), fluff, angst, but i will not write any noncon or things in that category.

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