Its Been A Month Since This Post And Ive Gained A Thousand Of You Babies??! Thank You!

it’s been a month since this post and i’ve gained a thousand of you babies??! thank you!

1000 FOLLOWERS!!!

thank you all sososo much for reading my works and interacting with me i love you all!

my requests are wide open! i might grab a prompt list from somewhere and add it on!

again thank you all x

— newcomer

pairing: dark!luke castellan x childofaphrodite!reader

summary: luke becomes quite infatuated with you, the newcomer of the camp.

tw: obsession, stalking, distancing from friends, intimidation, luke is like deep in love, my horrible attempt at describing love? kinda lovebomby, mentions of violence/luke attacking others

word count: 1k words

a/n: my second pjo fic! i think percy is next 👀 - i don’t think i outright described a female reader, let me know if i did so i can change it!! i i’m going to try and be more inconspicuous with genders to fit all ❤️

right from the start, luke could tell there was something special about you.

of course he was to introduce himself to the new kids but for once he wanted to meet you. with a warm smile and his reassuring words, you were made to feel at home quite quickly.

you’d thought of luke being friendly in general before learning of the hermes cabin and his welcoming nature, but it didn’t seem to change anything between the two of you. luke was an excellent guide in your eyes, helping you settle into your new life, you were undeniably thankful for him.

he was a pitstop for many, if not all campers once they entered the place, a familiar face to help them all. but for you he seemed to go above and beyond. he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, and he believed himself to be the key in your life at camp half-blood to happiness. you made him happy.

your bright smile and endearing personality melted his heart, you were a breath of fresh air and he couldn’t wait to bask in it.

even after you were claimed, by aphrodite nonetheless, you stuck around. it made sense to him, you were the most breathtaking person he’d ever seen. whether it was a smile from afar or a long conversation, you always made it a point in your day to spend time with him.

you wouldn’t do that for nobody now would you?

no, your sweet self was kind, especially to him. you liked him, like he liked you, and he’d be damned if he let you go.

you seemed to be the only person who didn’t notice his disdain towards those around you. the way he’d linger around the ares boy who’d been chatting you up at breakfast, the same boy who’d been attacked from behind during capture the flag, suffering a nasty slice on his back.

or how he’d humiliated one of your friends during archery, correcting their stance, taunting their attempts to hit the bullseye, throwing them off and laughing at them when they missed. it was all in good fun, right?

he was like a shadow, unwavering and lurking.

it wasn’t uncommon to find luke a few metres away from wherever you were. to find him accompanying you to dinner, to find the two of you practicing together early in the morning, alone, to focus better of course. slowly but surely he wriggled his way back into your life, all consuming and prominent.

until it was seen as odd to find you alone.

seemingly tied together, woven, meant to be. you completed him, you made him feel alive. you made luke feel electric, on fire almost. your presence and touch began to comfort him most, your voice being the only one to bring him down.

and when you were taken from him, whether by others or in general, he was unbearable.

the shining luke castellan crumbled without his support. he needed you, depended on you, like fire and oxygen, plants and sunlight, a song and dance. you kept him going, you filled his life with purpose, he wasn’t luke castellan, son of hermes, counseller, confidante, friend.

he was lu, he was yours, he was your ‘sunshine’.

and as if he wasn’t already insatiable with you as his friend, when you’d admitted your crush on him, luke was on a whole other level.

“lu,” he hummed, turning his head your way, “i want, i need to tell you something.” the soft grass, the warm sun and gentle breeze, they all calmed his erratic heart. what did you have to say? he despised the idea of not knowing what you were thinking.

luke waited with bated breath, his nails digging into his palm, pressure building, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, not that you’d notice, he wouldn’t let you. “what is it sweetheart?” the two of you were sitting now, previously laid next to eachother on the picnic blanket.

“i think, i think i like you.”

and how could you not?

luke was the epitome of a gentleman, the kindest man you’d ever met. he made you feel special, you could always rely on your sunshine. in the months the two of you had known each other, it seemed he now knew you like the back of his hand. what you liked, what you disliked, the places you wanted to go and the places you’d been. you’d bared your soul to him, and you could only pray he loved you as you did him.

he was your strength, your courage, your friend, even if you hoped for more. he’d been there for you since the start, and you’d be forever grateful. so why not raise your relationship? fully commit to the one person who knew everything?

he’d crafted himself to be yours, to be everything you could ever wish for, as you were for him. luke had been waiting for your complete devotion, and he had it now, no one could make him let go. people often came and went in his life, leaving him in the past, he often felt taken advantage of, he gave up on the idea of someone to stay.

but you’d stay, blind with devotion and poisoned by his love, who on earth and in the heavens could treat you better than him?

your loyal luke.

“well i have a secret for you, only you.”

your eyes lifted to meet his, a small smile on your lips, “tell me luke,” his hand reached for yours, “what’s your secret?” your favourite flower, suddenly pulled from behind your head, placed behind your ear.

“i love you too.” he surged forwards, capturing you by surprise.

was this bliss? is this what it felt to be in love?

luke was intoxicating, his strong hands and loving voice, it consumed you. it was all so much, and it was all you’d ever wanted.

but a small voice in the back of your head was prominent.

you’d never said a single thing about love.

hey, could I request an imagine where dark! stefan obsesses over the reader, tries to get close to her and make her fall for him but she always tries to avoid him and plays dumb towards his advances, he wants to be patient but he kind of loses it when he sees her gain a crush on someone else?

i love it!! blurb coming your way!

it’s out!!

The way you write finnick is so perfect omg

why thank you love, glad you like it!!

we officially did it

thank you all so much i have no clue how we got here but you’re all amazing thank you for your support and reading my stories!!

requests are definitely open for all!!

also i’ve been thinking about those things where people describe themselves and then i ship them with someone from a show they want so we’re sooo doing that to.

and please send me new requests rather than continuations!

I keep rereading your one shot about Dark prostitute!finnick and Capitol!reader and I can’t help but imagine it the other way round. Like with dark!finnick with Victor prostitute reader where he’s just utterly obsessed with her and would do anything to have her.

OHHH SHIT!

dark!finnick odair x fem!victor!reader

— capitol girl

tw: mdni 18+,, prostitution, obsession, guilt/bribery, nc insinuations. MY BABE FINN WOULD NEVERRR!!

he could not get enough of you. every time you walked into the room his eyes always drifted to you, and you couldn’t say no to him. he had more than enough money than every person around him. and he was not ashamed to flaunt it.

the expensive jewels he loved to gift you. the necklaces resting in the valley of your breasts, his initials on display. clearly these captiol pigs needed a reminder of who you were for, who you were made for.

he worshipped the floor you walked on, and he made sure to let you know.

“you look ravishing tonight.” his hands trailed amongst your bare back, a blue dress adorned your body, courtesy of finnick. you smiled, “thank you finn.” the name sat heavy on your tongue, distaste ringing through. you relied on the posca in your hand to take your mind away, even if you were physically here.

“i can’t wait to feel you tonight,” his words were an arrow, sharp and painful, reminding you of your inability to resist. to rebel against the heinous things you were forced to do, to protect your family. “you’ll be good for me, yeah?” you smiled in agreement, raising your glass to his. “to us.” finnick grinned, “to us.” you downed the drink quickly, liquid running smoothly down your throat.

and as you drunkenly attempted to crawl from his grasp, he held you down with all his might, he bruised you and felt you in places unknown to others. he forced himself inside and made himself at home.

he owned you.