Luke X Reader

Luke x reader

(non-cannon complient bc i want to be happy)

Luke Castellan who is obsessed with touching you.

Pressing kisses to your temples every morning at breakfast, holding your hand literally all the time, sneaking into your cabin to hold you every night..

He's pretty touch starved, having been at camp since he was 14. And before then, his mom probably wasn't the kind to cuddle him to sleep.

Your 'dates' (or the closest you can get to at camp) are you guys sneaking out to cuddle on the beach. or star gazing in the strawberry fields with your head on his chest.

He's always so gentle with it too.

(except when he's not cough cough)

When you cuddle his hand runs over your back lightly, and when he kisses you it's soft, and when he holds your hand his fingers are intertwined with yours.

Every movement it's like he's afraid of hurting you.

(he might be, just a little, he's scared to ruin what he's spent years building with you)

Or when you guys leave camp, get an apartment somewhere, go to college, and he gets to hold you whenever.

Sitting in his lap when he games. his head on your thighs while you read. his head in the crook of your neck every night, pressing kisses on your jawline.

He needs to hold you. To touch you. He's obsessed.

I can smell it on him

I'm sorry but one of the first things I thought when Leo appeared for the first time was "he's so transmasc" and I will literally never see him as cisgender

He's one of us i can feel it

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

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

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

-⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't believe you.

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

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

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

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

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

Percy Jackson x gn!reader gonna drop soon :)

A lil teaser for the people?

"I'm also not quite sure when percy jackson sat down next to me, but he did.

I woke up, curled around a throw pillow, the end credits playing. I rolled onto my back, and thats when I saw him.

Maybe i was too tired, or maybe he was just smiling, but i didnt feel all that anxious. At least not like i normally do around the son of the sea god.

"Do you always fall asleep to nemo or is this a special occasion?"

"Do you always watch me sleep or is this a special occasion...?" "

Okay so im working on a hobie brown oneshot right now.. thoughts?

"By the end of the it, he was convinced you were some kind of angel. 

He didn't even believe in that kind of thing, he never did. But there wasn't any chance that someone as perfect as you was human. 

(He didn't believe in perfection either)"

The Pain of losing him (Pt. 1?/Intro)

Summery: After Luke left, his girlfriend is alone to find herself. And as the years pass by, the girl with pretty hair becomes the Son of death.

FYI: This is part one of a fic I'm also posting on Ao3 and this is gonna serve as a background for the actual story (starting in chapter two) I'll be posting soon.

Sorry if this is bad lmao

No major content warning xx

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When Luke Castellan was 19, he left. It was only three weeks after his birthday, the last week of july. He tried to take me with him, he really did. At night, as I toss and turn in my sheets, I can still hear his sweet voice filled with venom. 

“Darling, Please. Whoever Your Dad is still hasn't claimed you? Don't you think we could-” 

“Stop it luke. You’re crazy. I’m getting Chiron-” 

“Y/N, Darling, don’t.” 

And as i broke into a run, Something stung my ankle. When I woke up in the medic cabin hours later, he was gone. And a uncouncus Percy Jackson was beside me, his body turning in his unwanted sleep. 

I was fifteen then. My own birthday was coming up. I spent it at camp Half-blood without luke. Without knowing who my godly parent was. The Hermes cabin wasn’t the same without Luke, but I couldn’t leave camp. I attracted monsters like flies to honey. I didn’t know what else to do. I spent my nights in Luke's empty bed, any of the Hermes kids could have tried to take it from me. They didn’t. They missed the ghost of their brother just as much as I missed the ghost of my boyfriend. 

I was sixteen, when I went with the son of Poseidon to receive the golden fleece. It was supposed to be me, Percy, and Annabeth. And grover, after we rescued him. Clarisse tagged along. I hadn’t spoken to her, not since Luke. Believe it or not, they were friends. Despite the bickering and arguing, they were close. 

Talking to her again made it impossible to not think of him. 

Then, there were the sirens. Despite my better judgment, I tied myself up with Annabeth to hear their song. The first thing I saw was Luke. Then I saw myself. The scrawny girl was long gone. In her place, a boy. A boy with dark hair and eyes that matched mine. He looked like the boys in my old pinterest boards, in the stories with the morally gray characters. He looked like me. 

When Percy freed me from the ropes, and received Annabeth from the deep, which was horrifying. I asked Annabeth for her dagger. They were both horrified as the hair fell over the side of the boat, but as I ran my hand through my new hair, I smiled. 

When I went back to camp with Grover and the golden fleece, I went back to the Hermes cabin. And I still slept in his bed, but I felt so much better because not only was I a different person, I was myself. I talked to Chiron, and got a proper chest binder and then everyone knew I was a boy. 

I was still sixteen when My hair went from blonde, to brown, then to an inky black. The change in my hair was something I didn’t know how to feel about it. But it looked like me. And then, when I woke up from the nightmares of Luke, and I went outside to escape the restraints of his cabin, the grass died under my feet. I didn’t tell anyone. 

Percy Jackson was fourteen when his mom drove Grover, Thalia, Annabeth, Percy, and I to a boarding school. Me and Thalia had become quick friends and her anger towards Luke made me feel so, so much better. 

That was when I met two kids with the same dark eyes as me. I felt some uncanny urge to protect them. When the quest was put forward, I wanted to go. I didn’t. Not until a disheveled looking Percy Jackson found me that night. 

Percy promised Nico something that I didn’t quite hear. 

Percy Jackson Held up the sky. So did Annabeth Chase. And so did I. 

The cosmos weighed nothing compared to having to tell that little boy his sister was dead. I held his hand, and he said it, not to me, but to percy. 

“Where’s my sister?” 

I hugged him tightly as Percy handed him the last thing his sister wanted him to have. And the ground split open underneath me. 

As Nico ran, the dark blur over my head told both me, and Percy Jackson about my father.