pairings; luke castellan x hephaestus!reader
warnings; dark!luke, manipulation,
summary; lukes plan is only beginning, and you find yourself sucked into the middle of it.
a/n; sorry this is late exam season is a bitch
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i. Mind games, don't leave me. come so far, don't lose me, it matters were you are. — when the sun hits; slowdive.
You sat down in your cabin, staring at the scrap book on your desk. You hadn't gone to work in ages now, your brother Alex was growing concerned. He knew something had happened but when he went to ask Luke, all that the other man returned was silence.
You didn't understand why it hurt you so much, not the choking but the words that he said to you.
Maybe it was the fact that when you were vulnerable, you told him the one thing you never wanted to remember.
You told him about your mom, how she died. How in her death bed she wanted everyone with her.
Your aunt told you it was because your mom didn't want you to see her at her weakest. That if you entered the room, it would become too real and no one wanted to stress out the dying woman.
But deep down you knew why.
You knew that deep down, she hated the monster you were.
No one wanted anything to do with your father, especially his ex wife, your mother.
Your father did love your mother, and she loved, for a while, she hated you because she believed that you were the reason he had left, but the moment you burned your favorite sweets, he appeared in your room, and he showed you what parental love was.
Luke hated that, he hated how easily it was for your father to reply to your cries, but when your mother found out, it infuriated her.
So when your mother heard about camp half-blood, she sent you away instantly.
That was were you met Luke. He was the one who greeted you to camp, who helped you get the hang of everything. That was when you fell for him.
He didn't remember these interactions and you couldn't blame him, he had yo take care of thousands of children, you were one of those who were a bother to him.
You heard a knock on the door, looking up to find Luke waiting for you. Your breathe hitched as he entered, he sat down, a comfortable distance between the two of you. He pushed a plate towards you, a smile on his face.
"I didn't see you at breakfast, since uhm." Luke mumbled as you took a bite from the mac and cheese. "How's the bruises?"
"They're healed. So I guess I'm fine." You muttered as Luke sighed, he sat up slowly, moving towards you before sitting down beside you.
You turned around to face him, it was Luke. Your Luke. He placed his hand onto your thigh, giving you a sympathetic expression before he sighed.
"I'm. I'm really sorry, about what happened." He stuttered out. You could see by the way his eyes were pleading that he truly was filled with remorse and guilt. The bright Luke castellan had changed, and you didn't understand why. "I. I didn't mean anything I said. I was just stressed and irritated and I took it out on you."
"I know." You hummed as you continued to eat your food, looking at the ground, a few tears leaving your eyes as he tusked, wiping them away.
"Don't cry mender, please. I. I really am sorry. Will you ever forgive me?" Luke pleaded, his eyes begging for forgiveness.
You wanted to forgive him, really you did, but you know that your father would never let you live that down.
Everyone at camp all wanted one thing, approval, and you had it so you couldn't mess up your chances at having a loving father for some boy.
But he wasn't any boy. He was yours. He was Luke, the man you thought you'd be with forever.
Maybe you were naive, maybe you just didn't understand what lobe actually was, but the way Luke held you, the way he always seemed to care about you, that was all you needed for now.
"I." You let out a breath as you turned to face him. You could see how Luke was waiting for your response. How he almost seemed. Anxious. "I forgive you Luke."
Your hand hesitantly found his, your rough hand intertwining his softer one. You would be lying if you said it didn't make you insecure, but Luke changed that, he changed so many things for you.
Maybe he did love you. That's what you thought, that's what you wish was the case, but he just needed you by his side during the war, he needed the most powerful woman he knew to win.
ii. she said, do you think you'll kill for me one day, yes, of course I will my darling.
You sat down, waiting at the docks for Luke. Little did you know, he was watching, waiting.
Kronos needed a blacksmith, and obviously, your name was the first he thought of.
To Kronos, you were Hephsaestus' most skilled daughter, to him, you were the love of his life. He was given a second chance, and his plans ruined him.
He knew he had to change you, you loved your father, he was one of the few he tried, but Luke knew he only tried because you were the one blessed with powers.
No one knew your strength, only you did. Luke would be lying if he said he wasn't curious. So, here started his plan.
He watched as Chris walked towards you, sitting next to you. He watched as your face shifted to disappointment as he told you how Luke couldn't make it.
"You know we've never really talked." Chris stated as you nodded, looking around. "So tell me about yourself."
"I don't know I guess. I've always been used to be what my father wanted I never like. Thought about it." You answered. You knew there was no point in lying, Chris was Luke's best friend and God be damned, you were tired of lying.
"That's harsh." Chris sighed as you chuckled. "Luke's sick by the way. He wanted me to give you this."
Chris took out a charm bracelet, one clearly bought from out of camp half-blood. You smiled as you put it on, staring at the charm bracelet.
Luke smirked from afar, the tracker was now planted. Curtesy of Kronos who gave him the spell after all. He felt dirty, feeding of you but he had to do it, it was his destiny, he was made for this.
He watched as Chris walked away and you turned to the ocean, the waves louder and harsher than usual.
You couldn't help but feel like it was a sort of warning from posiden, especially since you always loved the ocean, you often spared your chunks of food to posiden to let you be free.
You always wanted to live by the ocean, hell, you wouldn't complain if you lived on a boat, especially a yacht. You wanted to ignore the feeling, but it grew more and more everyone you looked away.
Maybe you should check up on Luke.
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