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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader
synopsis: no matter how hard you try, you could never be the cure for a head full of poison and a heart full of doubt
genre: angst </3
word count: 3.1k words
warnings: canon-divergent!!! slightly mean luke.
a/n: can you guess what song i have been listening on repeat?
you couldn’t believe what you heard from percy.
you couldn’t even remember when the ringing in your ears started—whether it happened right after he told you about luke’s plan or whether it had already been there long before this moment, slowly building every time luke pulled further and further away from you. all you knew was that your chest felt unbearably tight, like your body already understood something your mind was still trying to reject.
the past few days have been strange. luke had grown colder in ways that frightened you because they were subtle enough to excuse if you wanted to. he stopped seeking you out during dinner, stopped lingering around your cabin late at night with that lazy grin on his face, stopped brushing his fingers against yours whenever he passed by you like he couldn’t help himself. every conversation felt clipped and unfinished, like part of him was somewhere else entirely.
you tried convincing yourself it was nothing. but you were also just a girl hopelessly in love, and when the person you love starts pulling away, your mind begins filling the silence with every terrible possibility it can find. you thought maybe there was someone else. someone easier to love. someone less complicated. someone who didn’t know every soft part of him and therefore couldn’t break him just by looking at him.
turns out you were right, there was someone else. it just wasn’t another girl. it was kronos.
“i told you already, you’re not gonna find him in the woods.” percy’s voice came from behind you, quieter than usual as the leaves crunched beneath his shoes. “he left.”
you shook your head immediately, gripping the sleeves of your jacket tighter around yourself. “luke wouldn’t leave without telling me.”
percy’s expression shifted into something painfully close to pity. “he just did.”
another crack formed inside your chest. still, you kept walking. “where did you say he went?”
all you heard was his tired sigh. when you turned around, he was already looking at you like he knew this was going to destroy you and hated that he couldn’t stop it.
“percy, please.”
“i tol you, he’s gone,” he repeated carefully. “he made a portal and disappeared. i don’t know where he went. you’re probably never gonna see him here again.” his voice softened near the end. “i’m really sorry.”
you swallowed against the ache in your throat. “i’ll find him.”
and find him, you did.
it took weeks for chiron to finally approve your plan because every argument against it was reasonable. it was dangerous to leave camp alone, dangerous to search for a traitor, dangerous to believe the boy everyone warned you about was still worth saving.
but none of those things scared you. because to everyone else, luke castellan was becoming a monster.
to you however, he was still the boy who sat beside you during thunderstorms because you hated lightning, the boy who remembered every little thing about you without trying, the boy who once whispered promises against your skin like he truly believed he’d live long enough to keep them. you couldn’t stop loving him just because everybody else had started fearing him.
with a heart full of doubt, you followed the information hermes had given you. he mentioned something about luke gathering rogue demigods at the beach just outside camp grounds, building support for whatever coup he was planning. you wanted to reject the idea entirely because it sounded too cruel, too unlike luke, but doubt had already started rotting inside you long ago.
the walk through the woods felt endless and by the time you reached the shoreline, exhaustion clung to your body. but the moment you spotted him standing near the water, every feeling inside you sharpened painfully all at once.
luke stood a few feet ahead, surrounded by unfamiliar demigods. his arms were crossed over his chest, expression serious as he spoke to them. even from far away, you recognized every little mannerism—the slight furrow between his brows whenever he focused, the way his lips pressed together after saying something important, the impatient tapping of his fingers against his arm.
not realizing that you had stopped walking, one of the boys near him noticed you staring right at them. “captain,” he muttered cautiously, pointing in your direction.
luke turned instantly, hand flying towards his pocket, where you guess, he now keeps his dagger in. the others reacted just as quickly, weapons shifting toward you with sharp distrust. but the moment his eyes landed on your face, everything in him changed.
hand slowly moving away from the blade, it made its way up, “hold,” he ordered quietly. the others obeyed immediately.
it's almost like a reflex, the way your feet moved towards him—almost as if they were finding their way home. when you finally stopped in front of him, your throat tightened so painfully that the only thing you could think to ask was, “how are you?”
one of the men behind him snorted softly. “who’s this?”
“looks like she’s one of us,” another added.
luke stared at you for a long moment before answering flatly, “she’s a friend.”
a friend. the words slid into your chest like something sharp and rusted.
before you could even process the hurt properly, another order came out of his mouth, “you guys get on the ship, i’ll come after.” they all did what he said and dispersed as soon as they could, almost as if disobeying would cost them their life.
another voice spoke, a girl this time. she stood near the ship behind them, eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you. “captain,” she corrected herself after nearly saying his name. “don’t let the melody of the birds cloud your mind.”
something flickered across luke’s face after hearing that. whether it was guilt, hesitation or fear, you couldn’t tell anymore. he waited until everyone boarded before finally facing you fully, “how did you find me?”
“the gods are all-knowing.”
he laughed bitterly under his breath. “of course. the gods.” he repeated your words mockingly before dragging his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “you shouldn’t have come.”
“i needed to.” your voice cracked despite your efforts to steady it. “you need me to save you from this.”
“save me?” the moment he looked directly into your eyes, his expression faltered almost imperceptibly. you saw it happen. the brief crack in his facade, and maybe, that was what gave you the courage to keep going. “you know there’s no saving me.”
slightly shaking your head, trying to find composure and not break in front of him right then and there, “no, i don’t. and you don’t know that either. please just give me a chance to—”
“chance to what? you can’t change my mind.” he firmly says, “this,” pointing right to his temple, “my mind, it’s full of poison. and it’s because of the all knowing gods you seem to believe so much in!” using your words against you.
gods, you tried so hard. but standing in front of him felt like watching someone drown while they insisted on pulling themselves deeper. “luke, please,” you whispered. “we can fight them another way. we can make things better without this.”
reaching for his hands instinctively, you were desperate for something familiar. hoping that the warmth of your palm could melt the coldness that now covers his heart, hoping for proof that the boy you loved was still somewhere inside him. for one terrible second, his fingers twitched against yours like he almost held on back.
then he shoved your hands away, “fight them with what?” he snapped. “hope? a little rebellion? love?” his voice grew sharper and more emotional with every word. “disobey the gods and they crush you. look at what happened to thalia.”
there it was. the wound that never stopped bleeding. of course she’s a huge part of why luke was doing this. to avenge thalia, avenge himself, avenge little annabeth, avenge every abandoned demigod who spent their entire lives begging to matter to the people who created them.
you could see it now, written all over his face. this wasn’t ambition nor was it greed. it was grief left untreated for way too long. “if you came here hoping to change my mind,” he said more quietly now, exhaustion sinking into his features, “you should just leave.”
he looked tired, not physically, something worse. he looked like someone who had already buried himself a long time ago and was simply waiting for the rest of the world to notice.
left with nothing, all you could say was, “i love you, luke.”
his entire body stiffened. you watched his throat bob slightly. watched his eyes close for half a second longer than normal, like your words physically hurt him.
“it doesn’t matter how your love feels anymore.” the words tasted rotten in his mouth the moment they left it.
every part of him wanted to take them back the second he saw the way your expression faltered, but he forced himself to continue because cruelty was the only thing he had left that might still push you away from him. kindness would only make you stay. and gods, if you stayed any longer, he knew he would break.
“love by itself will never be the cure,” he said quietly, each word sounding strained, like he had to drag them painfully out of himself.
it was low, and he knew it. he knew it especially because of you, and the way you always spoke about your mother with so much warmth—you were the kind of person who still believed love could soften even the cruelest parts of the world. you believed love healed people. you believed it saved them.
and maybe once upon a time, luke had wanted to believe that too. but now he was standing in front of you trying to destroy that belief with his bare hands, because if you kept loving him like this, you would follow him straight into ruin.
still, despite the ache splitting through your chest, you forced yourself to stand your ground. because beneath every cruel thing leaving his mouth, you could still hear the desperation in it. luke wasn’t trying to hurt you because he hated you. he was hurting you because he thought it was the only way he could make you leave him behind.
“please, luke,” you begged, your voice breaking under the weight of everything you had been carrying since the moment he disappeared. “just come back. i miss you. everyone does.”
his lips twitched at that, the movement so small you almost missed it. for one dangerous second, you thought he might finally crack and say it back. i miss you too. you could see it in the way his expression softened against his will.
but then allison’s voice echoed sharply in the back of his mind. don’t let the melody of the birds cloud your mind. his jaw tightened immediately after. whatever softness had surfaced disappeared beneath something harsher and colder.
“you think i believe that?” he asked bitterly, though his voice betrayed him halfway through, emotion splintering through the anger. “everyone thinks i’m a fool and a traitor.”
“they don’t know you like i do,” you said quickly, stepping closer before he could retreat into himself again. “they don’t know what you’ve been through, or why you’re angry, or how much you’ve sacrificed for people your entire life. they only see what happened, but i still see you.”
your voice softened near the end, almost trembling now. “and maybe everyone else stopped trying to understand you, but i didn’t.”
there you see the exhaustion underneath all the rage he kept wearing like armor. he looked away from you sharply, his chest rose unevenly before he laughed once under his breath, humorless and tired.
“that’s the problem,” he murmured. “you still look at me like there’s something left worth saving.” his eyes met yours again then, and whatever restraint he had left finally started unraveling. “do you think i don’t wake up every day wishing you were enough to make me stay?”
“luke…”
“i loved you before all of this,” he admitted quietly, tears gathering in his eyes despite how hard he fought them back. “that’s exactly why you need to go.”
that shattered you the most, because right then and there, luke had unraveled himself and told you the truth. he loved you, he does, and he was still choosing this. but he loved you, and that’s honestly everything you needed to hear.
knowing no amount of words could really flip his world around anymore, you pulled the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. at first, his lips pushed against you, his hands to grab your waist with heartbreaking desperation, enough for him to kiss you back like he remembered every soft thing he was about to lose forever. the kiss tasted like grief. like longing stretched too thin. like two people trying to hold onto each other while the world split open beneath them.
for one horrible moment, you felt him lean into you fully. your luke. the boy who laughed too loudly, who stole extra strawberries for you during dinner, who held your hand beneath the table like it was instinct rather than choice.
then he aggressively tore himself away from you, “stop!” his voice came out strained, almost angry at how weak he sounded.
the force he used pushing you back sent you stumbling onto the sand. immediately, guilt flashed across his face and he instinctively moved toward you before stopping himself halfway, hands trembling at his sides.
“look at me,” he whispered harshly. “look at what i am.”
tears finally spilled down your cheeks.
“i got hate and toxins flowing in my bloodstream,” he continued, kneeling in front of you despite himself. “you can spend the rest of your life trying to suck it out of me, but it will never be enough.” his voice cracked violently now. “this is who i am.”
you shook your head desperately, trying to change his mind. but luke only smiled sadly, and somehow that hurt worse than if he had yelled.
“you keep loving me like i’m still someone worth saving,” he murmured. “and maybe that’s the cruelest thing you could do to yourself.” his fingers twitched again, before reaching for you and cupping your face. “i’m the luckiest bastard alive because i got to be loved by you,” he whispered. “but your love is smaller than the war i have to win.”
for a moment, you saw him again, not the captain or the traitor, especially not kronos’ chosen boy. you see luke, the boy you loved. and somehow that made losing him hurt even more. because he was still there, buried beneath all the anger and grief and poison, but still there.
your lips parted slightly, another plea already forming at the tip of your tongue, but luke suddenly looked away from you, jaw tightening so hard it almost looked painful. it was as if looking at you for too long physically weakened him, like every second spent near you chipped away at the resolve he had spent months building.
behind him, the waves crashed violently against the shore, but they still weren’t loud enough to drown the sound of his uneven breathing.
“captain?” one of the men from the ship called cautiously.
luke closed his eyes briefly, when he opened them again, something inside him had hardened.
he stood up and says, “take her back to camp.”
your breath caught, the words didn’t even sound real at first.
one of the demigods hesitated. “what?”
“i said take her back.” his voice came out sharper this time, like he needed to make himself cruel enough to survive this. “make sure she gets there safely.”
“luke…” he flinched at the sound of your shaking voice. it was small, almost unnoticeable, but you saw it—you had spent too many years loving him not to notice every little crack in him.
two people slowly approached you, hesitant like they almost felt guilty for what they were about to do. you stepped back immediately, eyes never leaving luke. “no. no! luke!” he still wouldn’t look at you.
anger and desperation finally started clawing their way up your throat. “don’t do this.” you cried. “don’t stand there and act like this is goodbye.” his hands curled tightly into fists at his sides.
“please,” you whispered now, tears slipping freely down your face. “please don’t send me away.” for one horrible second, you thought he might break.
his head turned slightly toward you, and the expression on his face nearly destroyed you. because beneath all the coldness, all the bitterness, there was grief—raw, unbearable grief. the kind that comes from ripping your own heart out with your bare hands because you believe it’s the only way to survive.
his lips parted slightly, like he almost said your name, almost told them to stop. like he almost chose you. but then his gaze flickered toward the ship behind him, toward the people waiting for his orders, toward the war he had already thrown himself into so completely that he no longer knew how to crawl back out of it.
and just like that, the softness vanished again.
“take her home,” he repeated quietly.
the demigods finally grabbed your arms despite your resistance. immediately, panic surged through you.
“luke!” you fought against their grip, twisting desperately as they started dragging you backward across the sand. “luke, please!”
he stood completely still, and that hurt more than anything.
you would have rather he yelled at you.. would have rather he looked angry or cruel or hateful. but instead he just stood there looking devastated, like he was watching something precious being taken from him while knowing he was the one who ordered it.
“i hate you!” you cried out, though even you could hear the heartbreak bleeding through the lie. “i hate you for making me leave!”
that finally made him react. his expression crumpled for only a second before he looked away sharply, throat stiffening hard enough that you knew he was trying not to fall apart in front of everyone.
the last thing you saw before the trees swallowed him from your view was luke taking a shaky step backward, one hand covering his mouth as though holding himself together had suddenly become physically painful.
and even then, even after everything, he still couldn’t bring himself to watch you go.
─ SOME ARE general, some are dating ✉️ : i wanna give him a big fat smooch. anyway PS ᰔ i hope to post more now that summer has officially started, but my mental health and motivation have been low lately so i sincerely apologize if im a bit inactive.,.
soda is amazing with animals. all of them. they flock to him. jokingly, you refer to him as “snow white”
the man has adhd
total lover boy. his love language is physical touch and gift giving
hes clingy in the sense that he likes being around you. touching you is nice too though, but your presence alone is enough for him
sometimes, whenever ponyboy and darry are arguing, he seeks you out. hes not sure what else to do, since he doesnt want to involve himself and worsen the situation
smells like cinnamon yujmmymumymymyummy
soda gets the worst sunburns but the best tans. like, his skin is glowing post burn. its like hes apollos favorite
if youre low on cash, he will either offer to help you pay or help you sneak the items out unnoticed
you visit him while hes at work and it makes his entire day
hes great at singing, except he refuses to admit this hidden talent
his lashes are better than yours
plus his smile is blinding
soda calls you every nickname under the sun. “sweet thing” is a personal favorite
hes got a major sweet tooth
going off of that, he loves baking with you. especially if you let him experiment with whatever you bake, whether it be adding some extra ingredients or making a funny design
his brothers treat you as part of the family. after all, soda is so confident you two will get married— why not start a little early?
he loves bowling, but he hardly ever actually goes
also a big baseball fan
soda is super respectful of you and your boundaries. he listens to the things you tell him and is always there for you
unfortunately, however, hes not the greatest at opening up about his problems; believing it will either worry you or he will be ignored
his two favorite holidays are christmas and valentines day (its that romantic in him)
ponyboy tags along to some of your hangouts. you dont mind it. hes cool and sodapop obviously cares for him a lot, so why not?
Hiii may i request some Annabeth Chase art mayhaps
yes you may!!! i’m going through my request right now so anyone can send them :P AU requests might be the easiest inspiration wise so plsplspls send me those pf any character ever
the world is so catered to c.ai now, there’s a literal website for finding bots which is stupid imo, and even i’ve found some on there that have been reposted from other accs that deleted theirs to protest against the ai usage. most x reader tags are dry, while ppl’s bots r getting more and more interactions. while it is possible to stay off it, its hard if you’re in a niche fandom.
the website gets 5.9 million visits from just searching it monthly. that’s not okay. if you can write a character greeting for ai to steal and train itself with, you can write an x reader fanfic, or make a request to a writer and support a human!
─ SOME ARE general, some are dating, some are suggestive ✉️ : such a fiend for this man urughh. hope yall enjoy
youre basically lukes right hand man. when in need of advice, he searches for you first. he appreciates your ideas and your input more than anybody elses
and in turn, hes an amazing listener. he doesnt just hear; he understands and he remembers
his eyes— normally so stormy and dark, like the ocean— soften whenever hes near you. he doesnt need to try to manipulate you since his eyes do all the work anyway
but his voice is a weapon as powerful as his sword. hes a total sweet talker. persuasive, like the aphrodite kids with their charmspeak, only his was a practiced art rather than a natural power
lukes love language is gift giving. he loves spoiling you with that kronos money. but hes also partial to physical touch and words of affirmation since he didnt receive much of either as a kid
he loves playing with your hair 10/10 super relaxing activity
piggybacking off that, hes into hair tugging / pulling for sure. and biting
arctic monkeys fan no doubt this man is bumping humbug and AM all day every day
fashion god. loves ralph lauren half of his wardrobe is ralph lauren you cant convince me otherwise
luke loves simply holding you in his arms. just knowing that youre real. that youre his. that youre alive. its surreal to him
sometimes, whenever the pressure and stress of the war become too much to bear, he unintentionally lashes out at you. but he always makes up for it; he cant lose you. he doesnt know what he would do if he did
he also cracks his knuckles when hes nervous or stressed out, which is basically all the time
had a phase where he was obsessed with all things hockey. obviously, he doesnt play anymore, but he still puts on hockey games as background noise or entertainment on occasion
he smells like a combination of cedarwood and cigarette smoke. super yummy though
one of those dudes that works out for fun. he def has his own personal gym on the ship
his favorite season is winter. though he enjoys the heat of summer, he cannot stand the bugs and the sunburns
luke doesnt wanna seem pathetic, so he never admits it, but he loves it when you call him baby. music to his ears
casual freak. youll be talking to him about your day, whatever, blah blah blah, and he will randomly sneak in a sexually charged comment. when you ask him, “what was that?” he goes “what was what?” then carries on like he never said a word
HORRIBLE at math but he makes up for it by being great at every other subject. especially history
his favorite soda is sprite. so, so, so many cans of sprite on the princess andromeda
also strictly drinks diet or zero sugar soda no regular soda ew
luke accidentally slips up and calls you thalia from time to time
he loooves it when youre bossy. no arguments, no nothing; what you say goes. you get a “yes ma’am” and a silly grin from him
hes a compulsive liar
luke has the craziest face card. especially early in the mornings, when he has just woken up and his hair is all messy and hes all sleepy and the golden sunlight hits his eyes just right
before betraying camp, he used to sneak into your cabin late in the nights. you would rightfully freak out, and he would respond with something like “whats the big deal? i aint gonna get caught.” and he never did!
you two had your own secluded meet-up spot deep in the forest of camp half-blood. you definitely made some memories there— take that how you will!
luke loved to take you stargazing. it was peaceful out in the dark, with no younger campers or chiron or dionysus bugging you two, and the night sky reminded him of you. hes upset that he cant do that with you anymore
─ SOME ARE general, some are dating ✉️ : annabeth my baby!! req by : @thatonedampjofan
annabeth has an insane memory. every little detail— from your favorites down to your family tree— is locked safely away in her brain
while doing research, she stumbles down crazy ass rabbit holes until she forgets what she was even researching in the first place
as a child, annabeth didnt open up to people much. after thalia, she couldnt feel comfortable being so vulnerable with anybody, not even luke. its due to this that she struggles expressinf and regulating her emotions
she takes you on study dates. you get coffee and / or a pastry as an incentive to do your work. but obviously, you giggle and joke the entire time while annabeth actually gets a decent amount of stuff done
since her mother is the goddess of weaving, it only makes sense that annabeth is amazing at braiding hair. she loves to do your hair for you. you guys are sitting and talking? her hands find their way to your hair, and shes working literal magic. you mention your hair being in your face? its braided back in two seconds flat. you wanna do something different and unique with your hair? annabeth is creating a whole new braiding technique, just for you! aphrodite kids adore her for this
sudoku addict all day every day sudoku
annabeth is craaazy muscular and athletic
track, volleyball, and ballet girlie
her love language is words of affirmation and acts of service
so super duper stubborn. she refuses to lose any argument. logic or not, she will find a way to defeat you
slow reader with her dyslexia and all, but she enjoys reading in her pastime; especially non-fiction or historical fiction
though she likes a clean workspace, her desk is almost always cluttered
annabeth loves to hold your hand, especially if youve got on a charm bracelet or some rings or really anything she can fiddle with
shes bossy but in the best way. she will give you a command and youll gladly take it; youre right where you want to be anyway
loves tea. probably consumes more tea than she does water
annabeth doesnt have a favorite artist her playlist switches with her mood
freezing cold hands always
her favorite school subjects are math and science shes such a stem nerd
annabeth absolutely DESPISES sea food. she cant stand the sight, smell, or taste of it
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