#book 1

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The Stark boys

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Pairing: Luke Castellan X reader

Summery: When the hurt and confusion of Luke Castellan’s girlfriend (reader) interrupts the confession he unravels to the young hero, Percy Jackson, Luke finds himself faced with the tears from the eyes of his lover. ANGST. ANGST. ANGST.

Note: I am so sorry if this is horribly written I genuinely haven’t written or published any fanfics in years sooo please be nice lol and (kind) criticism is appreciated <3 Also, this is based off of the confession scene from book just incase anyone’s confused.

Word count: 1453k

Luke Castellan is a liar.

I don’t know when exactly he picked up this habit of lying or why he did—all I know is it’s been messing with my head. One minute my boyfriend was all over me, holding my face in his hands as if I were the most precious woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. Then the next, he was mumbling about forgetting to do a chore and making a quick exit without a goodbye.

I’d run over every possible reason why my boyfriend was lying to me—why he’d been so relentlessly hot and cold these past couple of weeks—but I’d found no explanation.”

There’d been the occasional time where I’d walk around the campus near midnights once he’d up and left my cabin all those times, and I’d stumble across the sight of him and his new—and mysterious—friends having what looked like meetings. Usually, his captivating beauty is always a heart-stopper—making girls stand and stare in his presence—but at those “meetings” I didn’t recognize him. The look in his eyes had turned from charming to almost terrifying. The scar down his cheek had changed from handsomely dangerous to something that made shivers run down my arms.

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover hadn’t returned to camp recently and it seems like ever since they—specifically Percy—had stepped foot into camp, Luke’s lying, his distancing, and his anger had been growing. I noticed the change in him immediately. I could tell something was bubbling under his skin, and part of me was almost afraid to confront him—both for his behavior and what seemed like jealousy over Percy.

A twig cracked beneath my foot, pulling me out of the thoughts ricocheting around my mind. The woods had always been a bit eerie when darkness emerged it, but tonight felt different. I felt more empty each step I took between these trees.

I’d been packing my bags all evening to prepare to return back home to my mother for the year—Luke was supposed to help me, but he never showed. That was out of character. Sure, he’d started a new hobby in ditching me for whatever reasons (which I was on my way to figure out) but he’d never not shown up when he said he would.

I heard a shout from a few hundred feet deeper into the woods, and I recognized the tone of the voice immediately. It was Luke. I broke out into a sprint. I’d left my sword back in my cabin and now I’d felt like an idiot—who goes out into the woods at night without a weapon? An idiot. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that once my feet planted to the ground and my breath left my lungs at the sight ahead of me.

The eyes I’d once looked into and felt unquestionable devotion and security as they starred into me had changed. His gaze was so menacing, so impossibly dark, that it felt like my body was betraying me. The blood in my veins ran cold and a sickness that felt imbedded in my bones took over me.

“What are you doing here?!” his lips snapped at me, his face scrunching up into an even darker aura. I felt another crack by the hands of his find home on my gently beating heart.

My eyes left his and fell onto the boy sat upon the rock, anger dancing around the sea-green orbs that belonged to the young boy, Percy jackson. His anger was softer than Luke’s. I’d never imagined I’d make contact with eyes that id ever find softer than my Luke’s.

A bug was slowly crawling up his leg that I’d recognized as a scorpion, but it was bigger than my hand.

“What is this?” I asked, my voice wavering. New heaviness fell onto my chest with every passing second. “Luke, what is—“

“Shut up!”

His knuckles turned white around the sword in his hand, his fingers were wrapped around the handle as if it were the only thing keeping him from lashing out.

“You shouldn’t be here. You were supposed to be gone by now.” His voice was warning and raspy, and he tried to hide the shakiness beneath the growl of his rasp, but I noticed.

“You were supposed to be at my cabin hours ago. To help me and say goodbye.”

He shut his eyes and his Adam’s Apple bobbed with guilt. But it wasn’t guilt for never showing up, it was guilt for his next words.

“You don’t understand now, sweetheart, but you will in time. You will understand why I’m doing this, why I need to be apart from you for a while.” His voice still carried that raspy shake, as if my presence was affecting his every move. “I’m doing this for us—for our future? Alright? For us to have a life without the Gods unjust ways.”

His tone was pleading, but the darkness that engulfed him slowly these past weeks was more noticeable now than ever. He took a quick step forward, and out of worrisome, I stepped back.

“Don’t listen to him—He was the one who stole the bolt and framed me!” Percy’s voice cut through the air, and I recoiled at the accusation. “He’s trying to overthrow the Gods and he’s been betraying us all! He’s trying to resuscitate Kronos!”

The air got colder.

The sickness i felt swimming in my bones had ridden its way to my stomach, swirling around and making me dizzy. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. My Luke, the sweetest boy at camp, betraying us all? Betraying me? He wouldn’t.

Luke’s silence proved Percy correct.

My head whipped towards Luke, and all of the love I’d ever felt for him had turned into disgust.

“Is this true? Is that why you’ve been so distant, so.. so cold?” my voice cracked and my teeth chittered. I didn’t know if it was because the sudden chill in the woods air, or the sickness I felt giving me cold flashes. “How could you?”

“It’s not that simple!” Luke snapped, his anger over taking his guilt. “What have the Gods ever done for us, princess? All they’ve ever been is inconsiderate, merciless, they abandoned us!”

I understood him. But using the indignation we feel towards the Gods as an excuse to overthrow them and to start a war that’ll only end in bloodshed? That’s what I didn’t understand.

“My father abandoned me.” His tone became lower, filled with more misery than anger. “Your father abandoned you.”

I shut my eyes, letting the weight of it sink in. When I opened them again, they were blurred with tears. “Thats… not an excuse for what you’re doing, Luke. You’re willing to sacrifice everything, all the family and friends you’ve made here, for what? For revenge? You’re taking what you have for granted.”

A tear rolled down my cheek, and I let it. I didn’t break my eyes away from Luke’s, whose were now clouded with tears of his own. He let his facade crack, and his chin quivered. He choked on his own narcissism, blinking to attempt to cover up the immense look of repentance swallowing his features.

I blinked and when my eyelids opened again, he was gone.

My eyes searched the darkness, holding in the sob that throbbed against my ribcage. My eyes shimmered with the tears that continually fell down my cheeks, and I quickly sniffled them back when the slash of a sword cracked through the air.

I whipped my head around to look to Percy, who still sat on the rock, with a scorpion that was severed in two. He looked up towards me, and I gasped at the sight.

His skin was turning sickening shade of white, and puss oozed from the new red welt on his hand. I ran over to him in a panic , kneeling down beside him and taking his hand in mine.

“Water,” Percy managed to get out, his pitch was a close second to what sandpaper sounded like when rubbed together.

I dragged him towards the water on my lap, struggling as I immersed him in it, but nothing seemed to happen. The scorpion’s poison must be too strong. Before I knew it, Percy lost consciousness in my arms, going limp.

As I dragged him back towards camp, Luke haunted every corner of my thoughts. Percy’s life was my only priority right now. I’d need to be dragged back to camp myself if anything else mattered. I couldn’t piece together how the boy I’d loved for these countless years, had betrayed me so easily.

This is how book 1 went, right?

(Agamemnon: "I can take care of her better than anyone else could, I'm not giving her back."