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luke castellan never really went "evil", he's not even a "villain". he's just standing up for himself, for his friends and family, and doing what he believes is right which just so happens to be on a different side than percy because if annabeth or grover actually had been revealed to have stolen the master bolt by the end of the book or show or whatever, more people would be siding with them. luke is a victim of the narrative because in TLT, we never get to see his side of things until the big reveal and even then he's only recounting the events. and that's AFTER we become attached to the trio. LUKE IS NOT A VILLAIN.
HARRY POTTER AS A SON OF HADES
Powers / Traits
TEENAGER GENDERBENT MYSTIQUE
The Responsible One
Michael had been odd ever since arriving in Santa Carla. Not a day went by where he acted like he did before the move. Being the oldest sibling meant a lot of things, one of which was taking care of the others when Mom couldn’t. During the entire divorce, you had been there to watch the other two, to make sure they were provided for while Lucy mourned her life moving on.
And here you were witnessing the downfall of one of your brothers while the other was thriving. Sam had gone and even made friends that were as weird as he was, they had come by and gotten him to hang out while you were home. They were lovely boys, kind and respectful when meeting you. You had waved them off, telling them to be safe and have fun, the streets were dangerous after all. Normally, you would have advised against going out, but Sam needed time away from you. So, you had let him go, but not without something to have on hand in case something were to go awry. You had handed him a pocket knife, not something super dangerous, but something to fend off anyone with ill intent. He had shot you a look, the one where he was insinuating you were being overdramatic, but had taken it when you glared. You were relieved when his friends had awed at you giving him such a weapon, telling him how lucky he was for having you on his side.
And that had put them in your good books. Sweet kids, Sam was lucky to have them.
But Michael has been leaving in the night, not returning into early morning. You were worried, admittedly so. You were worried he was hanging around the wrong kinds of people, the kinds that had drugs on hand at any time. Even trying to confront him didn’t do anything, he only grew frustrated at being cornered by both you and Lucy. So, you did what any sane and concerned older sibling would do.
Follow his ass.
He wouldn’t get out of this so easily, making Lucy cry was on the list of ‘NO.’
And he knew that, so why was he going and doing things that were doing exactly that.
Dressing yourself to avoid catching his eye, you listened to the tell tale signs of Michael leaving the house. The cracking of the window and the silence that followed.
So you raced down the stairs and watched as he departed. He was quick, you’d give him that. You chased him all the way down to the Boardwalk. And watched as he met up with four men leaning on their bikes. He conversed with them, laughed and smiled until one of them wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A grimace crossed his face, and so you moved.
Stepping with purpose, you strutted up to the men and pulled the blonde away from your lovely brother.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your nasty hands all over my darling brother, Micahel.”
Michael had tensed, eye widening once he recognized who had saved him from David.
He stuttered, trying to push you away before the others had really gotten a chance to take a look at you. But it was too late, and the men leered. Taking in your appearance, the vampires watched as you scowled at them, especially David. He had been the one to put his hands on Michael, and you had watched it as it happened.
“I’m sorry, doll, but who might you be? I haven’t seen you around here before.”
David leered. And the rest watched as you remained as you were. Hand still in place on Michael’s shoulder, you scoffed.
“I just told you, I’m Michael’s older sibling. And he was clearly unwanting of your hands being all over him. Fuck. Off.”
And David laughed.
Paul leaned in, eyes tracking every minute detail of you that he could.
“Older sibling, huh? Mikey boy never mentioned you, babe.”
You looked over at Michael, trying to discern the look he was wearing at the moment.
You nudged him, prompting him to speak.
“Any reason for that? I thought I was worth mentioning to your dearest friends. You do spend more time with them than you do us anymore.”
Michael opened his mouth, but was cut off by another one of the unintroduced men.
David interrupted him, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him.
“He was brushing off someone so hot just to hang with us? How cruel of you, Mikey.”
Marko had been the one to speak, pushing off his bike and approaching you.
He had gone to reach for you, but Michael’s hand intercepted it.
God, this was going to be an experience.
–
David opened his arms, gesturing to his band of boys. Motioning to each one as he introduced.
“This is Paul, Dwayne, and Marko.”
You nodded, noting their names and pulling along Michael.
“Great, we’ll be leaving now.”
The one said to be Dwayne had stopped you, stepping in front of you and ceasing your escape. You looked up through eyelashes at him, a scowl overcoming your face once more.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave without knowing your name, lovely.”
Paul sauntered over, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.
“So..?”
“No.”
Michael went to speak but you glared, pointer finger held up to cease his talking.
“I refuse to give you a name until you explain what’s going on with my brother and you all.”
David smirked, eyes sharpening.
“Alright then, we’ll explain everything. Let’s take a ride, boys.”
And that was all they seemed to want to hear, as their laughs started to sound out across the clearing.
Marko threw out his hands.
“Who do you choose to ride with?”
“Preferably, none.”
But you had to admit, the boys were handsome, and roguishly charming. It was just the fact that they were somehow blackmailing Michael into staying near them. If not, you would gladly spend the night with any of them…or all of them.
David laughed under his breath, but you saw the gesture. Sucking your teeth, you pointed to Marko.
“I choose the wild curly blonde then.”
Marko looked shocked, pointing to himself before smiling wide. Cheering, he raced to your side before hauling you up bridal style. Screeching, you held onto his shoulders before slapping his back. He laughed the whole way to his bike, and once you made it, he dropped you on the back. Dropping in front of you, he looked back and smiled.
“Hold on tight, gorgeous, we’re gonna be going fast.”
And that was all the warning you got before he took off faster than you’ve ever gone before.
It was…
Thrilling.
The shell of a "hero"
Archive #1 | Copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's note: Hi guys! This is a writing piece that I wrote a long time ago that I really liked. I am open to pointers and suggestions to help me improve my writing! Enjoy ^^
The Shell of a "hero"
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Doomsday marks the sore spot in that heart of yours.
Is it physical pain, or emotional, again?
I can only fill it with empty compliments for so long,
I've been doing it for too long.
But nothing else seemed to stop the bleeding.
Do you really need comfort?
Or do you need yourself?
I can only help you by giving you the truth...
My fear in hurting you is shallow,
Shallow enough to stop myself from trying once more.
The truth can rip out a heart.
The truth can reveal the warmth inside, blanketed by the sun.
All of this warmth, hidden.
The truth can crack that protective shell.
But will we allow it to happen?
I know your warmth is beautiful,
But the shell is ugly enough to drive me away.
I'm selfish, and so are you.
But I am the villain in your story.
The villain is bound to hurt,
I am bound to reveal the truth.
Your anticlimactic story, your undeserving hateful past.
You drag down those who are so full of light with you.
Down, down the inky, gloomy tunnel.
You don't mean to, I tell myself.
Belief can only do so much.
I adore you for your aspiring ways, your joy and passion for things that make you shine.
But that alone won't be enough to bribe.
Farewell, hero,
Until you realise the villain is always right.
I'm always here for you.
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Back to reading dark romance or r.h. my God I was so bored trying to read acotar.