i love ur writing sm omg!!!! could u perchance do luke feeling so betrayed that the reader chose camp half blood over him, so he kidnaps her?? maybe she puts up a fight and he has to restrain her lowk 🤭 js hear me out yall
luke castellan x fem!reader
warnings: obviously k1dnapp1ng, luke's kind of mean, sinister and a lil crazy, mention of bl00d, daggers, wounds, v1olence (?, use of yn
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Life without Luke at camp felt weird. Not lonely, not depressing or out of place, just plain weird. It was weird how different the day-to-day life of summer felt without the overconfident and sometimes loudmouth, uncalled leader of the Hermes kids, and everyone's favorite counselor. It was strange how after a while, you could easily sleep at night in his absence. Not that you shared a bed but, for the first few weeks after summer, even in the comfort of your own home, your thoughts wouldn't let you rest a second.
It was hard not to think about the things you could've said to make him stay, to make him not leave you behind, but he was so blinded. He swayed drunk with the idea of power, of getting that gold blood. But was there really something you could have done for him to stay? Would he have thought about staying when he was already elbows-deep into the idea of pursuing something bigger, and better?
After the processing, people, campers-, started to move on. And that included you. It’s not like Luke cared, anyway. He doesn't care about anyone at camp, so why should you show caring to him? If only he hadn't asked you to join him before he disappeared forever. It made you wonder what would've happened if you said yes. If you followed his steps, not yours. Would you be able to deal with the thoughts of betrayal and get drunk in power you didn't need, or want? You were no traitor. That's the one thing you knew you could trust yourself with.
And summer came back sooner than you expected. Back at camp, you and the rest of counselors had a lot more work to do. Luke wasn't the only one leaving, he decided to take as many campers as he could, and that left you and the rest of your teammates as the only reasonable people at camp.
Nights always felt a bit colder the first few weeks, the remains of campfires around you being the only thing that kept your feet warm as you walked back to your cabin two or three times a week, arranging schedules. You found yourself countless times in fellow cabins talking about next week's activities. Due to the lack of Luke’s presence, someone else had to get the job done, even if it led to endless discussions with other counselors. But the kids couldn't miss the activities, not with how dangerous everything was now. Luke's departure was just the cherry on top for the beginning of the end.
"Back to your cabins, now" you commanded to a couple of campers who thought they were being sneaky enough for you not to notice their silhouettes in the dark trees. Having to act like a parent was something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It felt demanding and invasive, the idea scratched your brain in all the wrong places.
As you heard the footsteps drift away, the thin wind crashed against your cheeks. You closed your eyes, just for a moment. You took the deep breath from the cold air, burning your nosestrills and shaking your lungs. The starts were shining beautifully at this occasion, and you remembered those times in which you were the one sneaking out after hours, meeting up with friends by the lake to whisper all the gossip and dip in the water. Luke was almost always there, too.
But if we were to talk about what you and Luke used to do, it'd be never ending.
A few steps behind you startled you. You stopped and looked at your watch. It was late, normally if you catch someone sneaking out this late it would've been just a couple kids. You couldn't see anyone, not even a shadow, but you knew someone was there, you heard it clearly. With a sigh and both hands on your hips, your voice raises through the clearing, "Alright, listen, if you don't want to get in trouble with Mr. D for sneaking out, you better head back to your cabins right this moment! Understood?!"
No one answered, as expected. It's not like you ever waited for a reply, but right now, you only heard the crickets. You must've been losing your mind, and it was only the third week. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed the bridge of your nose, turning your body to start walking again. You were tired, you've had a rough day, you deserved to rest.
And the second you took a step, you stopped again. You were confused. You'd recognize that figure anywhere, but it couldn't be. It was impossible. Hands on his pockets, perfectly erect back, not a twitch in his posture. You stared in disbelief, taking in the image of him, here, now. Like a tourist in a strange place, a painting that didn't belong anywhere.
Luke stood still, eyes looking right back at you. He wasn't smiling, but rather biting back the deep need of giving you his usual smirk. "Well, I'd recognize that voice anywhere," he said with a raspy voice, "I can't believe they put you in my old place" he shrugged his shoulders.
You swallowed, thick, tight and uncomfortable. And suddenly, everything came rushing back, like blood to the head. He took a single step closer, his eyes burning into yours with fierceness. "I had already forgotten about you," you masked the rapid beating of your heart with a confident tone, "Yet here you are". You saw the umbearable raise of his eyebrows, the one he did when something annoyed him. "What are you doing here?" you asked.
He shrugged again and shook his head, "Just passing by"
"No" your heels dugged to the ground, "You don’t get to come around and play your games. Not anymore."
Your stare was as sharp as a dagger, like the one hiding under your jeans, poking your upper thigh. You'd learned something from so many years at camp; don't walk out disarmed.
He remained standing, like a soldier, waiting for you to speak so he'd attack you ten times harder. "How did you trespass camp borders?" you ask, suddenly hitting yourself with the wave of realization that he was, in fact, not supposed to be here, despite being a demigod.
"Those campers you put as guards were a little weak," he responded, your brows flinched in anger. A few campers offered to do shifts of guarding at camp borders, especially around Thalia's tree, after Luke's majestic checkmate lowered the feeling of safety. "But don't worry, they'll eventually wake up".
"They better” you bit, “You've done enough"
He chuckled, and it hit a cord. It felt weird to hear him, specially like this, after months.
"Seriously, why are you here?" you ask again, impatiently.
"Like I said," he starts, his voice getting lower, "Just passing by. Wanted to see how everything was going, check on a few things, say hello-," he said, taking a step forward, which he immediately regrets when you pulled out your dagger. Sharp, heavy. Luke figured you recently polished it. He rose his hands up in the air, "Whoo," he chuckled, "Hello there" he smiled.
"You know damn well I'll stab you if I have to" you said.
You saw his eyes, barely getting any light from the moon splashing onto the lake, looking down at the weapon, then at your face. "I have no doubt," his voice sounded so sincere, and he knew. He knew if you had the chance, and the will, you'd have his neck pinned to the ground with a clean stab, just like he had shown you, "But I assure you, yn, you don't want to make a scene"
You processed his words. There's no way Luke came all the way here, from wherever he was standing, to here, all by himself. You knew how many campers he took, how many followed, and only the gods know how many followed him after he left. He must've applied one of those cold tactics he had and loved to use during capture the flag. His little soldiers waiting for you to make a mistake so they'll hurt you, or the rest of the campers in their surrounded cabins, oblivious to the scene happening just a few meters away, or perhaps, both.
You still held your dagger with a tight grip, looking directly at his face. You breathe through your lips. Your lungs tightening if you kept inhaling through your nose like a mad bull. It was so tempting to go ahead and slash him across the face, like the one time you got the upper hand during training.
He took your silence as an initiative to take a careful step forward again. "What did you do with them?" you ask, truly frightened of what he could've done. After all, you don't know him anymore.
"Nothing I haven't done before", he says. You look at him, puzzled, "I've been in and out of this place more times than you can believe"
That made your facade crumble a little. "What?" you inquire.
"Come on," he sang, "How'd you think I knew I would find you right here, right now?"
Your face was burning with embarrassment.
"I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time", he said, and now, you truly saw him. Under the moonlight, his features sharpened. He was angry, you saw him better. His jaw tightened with the grip of his teeth, and that ugly scar across his face was just as prominent and dominant as the rest of him. He'd gotten stronger, you noticed. It wasn't something you could see, but rather feel. His gaze had turned darker, sharper, and the purse of his lips wasn't real anymore, because he knew that in between you two, if one had to lose, it was you.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I know everything" he takes another step, and your fingers clench tighter on the hilt of your dagger. You felt exposed, naked, like a child being found out of a prank, "Your routine, your training, your camp duties," he continues, and a wave of disgust washed over you. He dared to smirk "Your shower time".
"So,” you interrupt, “you came all the way here just to tell me you've been spying on me?" you dared with superb tone, "Not so smart, I see"
His smirk faded. "No," he said, "I've come to give you a choice" You were silent, but the fire inside of you was burning so bright, you felt the rage holding your weight down. "In fact, I've come hoping you choose the right choice. I already asked you to join me once"
You scoffed. "You need me that much?"
His energy grew as big as a lion's. "You've become something so much more powerful than what I remember," he continued, and his tone started to change, that familiar persuading tone that would've put you on your knees before, and you had to fight the feeling now, "I can't let you go to waste"
"What makes you think I would ever follow you?" you spoke with disgust coating your words, "You already asked once and I said no, so why come back to waste more time?"
He stepped even closer this time. You sensed he was holding back something. A feeling, a movement. Something he’s been wanting to tell you for a long time, yet for obvious reasons, you never tried to contact Luke again.
"Why did you leave me?" he inquired suddenly, and his concerned tone left you speechless, unable to fight back. "For this place? Was it better to stay here instead of looking up to the ones that truly have the power?"
"You said it." you bit back suddenly, "They have the power, Luke. Not you"
He sighed with gratitude, "And that's about to change. You don't know, not even the biggest of the gods knows, how many things are coming. How great the times are about to become" he looked for something in your eyes, something that, as small as it was, would join his own sparkle. "And all this time, I wanted you there. You are wasted potential, yn, don't you see?"
"Come on, Luke. Is that what you say to all the girls that refuse to join you?"
He laughed, and his breath hit your face coldly. "You were so always special, huh?" he said, and now he was inches away from your face. You moved back. "I wanted you to see me succeed. I want you to help me build a better world. But," his hand went up, and touched the dagger between you two. You didn't flinch. "Why did you have to be so blind?"
"I'm not blind, Luke. I'm just not stupid, unlike you"
"Don't act so innocent" he spat back, his face contorted in anger, "You know how many lives could've been saved if you didn't decide to play hero?"
"Like who? Like Thalia's?" you bit, and he was visibly shaken by you now. You never met Thalia, and for obvious reasons, never spoke to her, but you knew who she was, who she had been. You heard about the tree from Luke himself, a few months after you arrived to camp. As the bigger person, Luke had always been careful when it came to that girl that he seemed to love so much. But after what he did? After he teared apart the one thing that made everyone feel safe, how could you trust him? "Just how sinister do you have to be, Luke? To step into camp like you own it and then ask me to join you, again? Well, surprise, captain, as soon as you step out of this place, we'll come for you. I'll make sure of that"
Luke bit the inside of his cheek. You were really getting into his nerves now. He turned around, hands behind his back, and the moonlight reflected off his dark hair. The sight made you gasp for air. How could such a beautiful person have such ugly intentions? He stepped back where you first saw him, where his figure was almost pitch black. You wanted to jump on him and slice his throat. How could he ever behave like this? Someone you looked up to so much, someone you admired, how could he hurt you like this?
Suddenly, he gasped, and frowned his brows. "Now, yn. When did I ask you to join me again?"
You took your sweet time to answer, confused. Still, your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. "What do you mean? You just did"
He smiled, "No, silly, no" he replied, as if you should already know what he's going for, "It wasn't a question, it was an order"
You laughed. "Excuse me?"
"You're coming with me" he demanded with a nod.
"Over my dead body" you chuckled in disbelief. You had already taken a few steps back in defense. Your senses were heightened, you felt the danger of the situation. And you were alone.
Luke stood there, all sharp and cruel. You knew that look better than you'd like to admit. You figured he must've wanted something from you the moment you saw him, you just didn't realize he wasn't going to leave until you left with him, too. The silence of the forest was suddenly too loud and heavy on your shoulders, too full. He wasn't just a trespasser; he was a lure.
"Luke," you warned, your own voice a low growl now. The dagger flipped in your grip, trying to wipe out the cold sweat from your hand. "Don't."
"It's not like you're giving me a choice here, yn. Or them, either". He tilted his head. You looked for the dim lights of the cabins around you. "So, you chose. Either you make a scene, or I'd be more than pleased to lead you with me"
You could've thrown the knife right then. Should've. But your arm was leaden. He wasn't talking to you anymore. He was talking to the memory of the boy who taught you how to throw it. The one who told you to always aim for the throat, not the chest. That's how he always made sure any enemy, creature or not, would disappear. The one who held your own wrist, steady with a sword, as you learned to find a target in the dark. And he was here, now, to collect the debt of that lesson.
"I'd rather drop off dead than try to take down Olympus with you" you stated, as much to convince yourself as to defy him.
"Yeah, that's exactly how I remembered you" he hissed, "With your stupid lack of courage" He kept a calm posture, but you knew better than to assume he was calm. Luke Castellan never was. He was now boiling rage.
There was no way he was disarmed. You knew, deep down, that if he wasn't hiding something right now, then he must've had you surrounded by his soldiers, right where you couldn't see them. Behind you, around you, hoping you'd crumble and shake your knees to the ground. He was a predator, and you'd walked right into his trap.
You needed to distract him.
You swallowed. "You lost everything when you decided to turn your back on everyone who loved you," you spat, the words tasting like acid. "When you had no shame in betraying everyone"
His lip twitched; a wince of pain crossed his face. He paid more attention to his anger than his sorroundings. And you got him.
You did exactly what he told you to do two summers ago, when your enemy was standing right in front of you and you needed to escape; aim it, throw it. It has to be as precise as an arrow, but it has to cut. Like a sword.
The dagger flew from your hand, a silver streak in the moonlight. You didn't aim for the throat, because after all, you didn't want to kill him. You aimed for the side of his chest. And as much as he was distracted by you, he was no dummy. He twisted in his place, with a speed that even surprised you, but the blade had cut down his arm.
He grabbed his bicep in pain, groaning faintly. You were unarmed. Empty. The knowledge crashed over you, cold and absolute. Your heart hammered against your ribs and busted in your eardrums, a frantic bird in a cage of weak bones. Every instinct screamed at you, and you obeyed; you run.
You tried your best not to look back as your legs burned. You felt your heart fall down your stomach with fear, what had you done? You didn't even know where to run. The cabins were not safe, not with the kids. If Luke had to attack in front of everyone, he would. Besides, if everyone, including Chiron, saw what was happening and Luke succeeded in taking you, the chaos would just be worse. You wouldn't let this place fall apart more than it was already doing.
You heard the footsteps behind you, but they weren't Luke's. It was too many. Slower, but loud. When you reached a tree big enough to hide you, you stumbled as you lowered your pace. Hiding on your lower back, attached to your jeans, was the other pair of the dagger. You pulled it out, a small, silent gasp of relief leaving your lips as you held the weapon, this one being smaller but just as sharp. You were alive, and you were armed. It wouldn't save you, but if you played the right cards, it could give you some time.
You peaked carefully, the footsteps getting closer. Four, maybe five, figures stepped out of the darkness. They had the same look in their eyes as Luke. They couldn't see how much of monsters they had become.
You felt a surge of anger. You recognized Chris and took in the sight of him before he saw you. He had brought the others, the ones who followed him when Luke wasn't around. "Where the hell did she go?" you heard him say. Just as he was close enough, you pulled the same move; aim, throw, precise, cut. The dagger hit Chris' shoulder deeply, and he yelped in pain. He stumbled back as he recognized the engraved initials on the blade, groaning with disgust.
The element of surprise was gone, three skilled ex-campers were still in the hunt for you. You ran even faster now, unsure of where to go. You scanned your surroundings; you were past the cabins now. You could either enter your cabin from the back and just wait for them to leave, but that would take you more time and more of a risk, or you could try and hide inside the arena. If you could reach it fast enough, you might have a chance. You could take a sword and at least try to defend yourself against bulky egg-eating boys. You knew the place, the hidden doors, you could do this. You knew Luke's land, after all.
"Split up!" one of them shouted when you disappeared into a dark shadow. "Find her!"
Your legs were starting to give out. The adrenaline was the only thing pushing you forward, and the fear of what Luke might do if he caught you. You sprinted towards the familiar stone archway, your lungs screaming for air. The ground was uneven here, and you nearly stumbled twice. Behind you, you could hear the crashing of branches and angry shouts. They were closing in.
Panic began to set in, a cold snake coiling in your gut. If someone saw you from a specific spot, they'd see all of you. All your little pathetic and scared figure looking for something to escape. You picked up your pace again, this place was a bad idea. Something inside you didn't feel right. But you walked right into a blind spot.
Just past the stone, where you wouldn't have looked back, the adrenaline overcharged you with confidence, someone grabbed you. His forearms pressed against your throat, cutting your airflow. You gasped, your hands flying up to claw at the iron grip. A wall of muscle and rage.
"Shh. Relax," his voice made a cold shiver run down your spine. "You don't have to make things so difficult, sweetheart"
"Go to hell" you grunt. You kicked back, right where you knew it'd hurt him, demigod or not. He let go of you faster than expected, grunting in pain, and you fell to the ground. Dirt and stones scratching against your palms painfully. You brushed something off your lower lip that stung, before you tried to step up and run again.
But Luke was faster, he tackled you to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of you. For a second, the stars above you blurred into a smear of white and silver. You still managed to get up, barely. His hand held your waist with immaculate force. You kicked and yelped, but his big hand covered your chin and your mouth as he stumbled your back onto a nearby tree. He held your hands above your head, his own pressing on your forearms, his body a suffocating weight even though he wasn't crushing you.
"You're making a fool of yourself," he panted. In the dim light, you could see the gash on his arm, dark and wet on his white jacket. You felt something on you, the hilt of his sword pressing against your hipbone. He hadn't even drawn it yet; you didn't even notice it was there in the first place.
"Get off me," you snarled, struggling against him. It was useless. He was stronger, heavier, and fueled by a fury you couldn't match even if you hated his guts. Your legs felt weak.
"I tried to be nice," he said, his voice dangerously low. "I told you what would happen if you didn't come quietly" He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. The familiar scent of him made your feel nostalgic. "You have no idea how easy it would be to snap that pretty little neck of yours" he whispered. But you knew he wouldn't, you knew he needed you. He wanted you.
He was enjoying this. You hated him for it. You hated how he was getting away with it all.
He looked down at your lips, the one bleeding with a cut. He lowered a hand, pressing his thumb on your wet mouth, you hissed. The tint of crimson dyed on his skin as he brought it up to his own lips, licking it clean. "You're a mess" he said, a small, cruel announcement that wanted to do nothing but hurt you.
And he succeeded. Your eyes stung with tears. How could he do this to you? After all these years? You refused to let them fall, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You turned your head away from him, trying to hide your face.
"What's wrong?" he mocked, "Don't like it when I touch you anymore?" He asked, and your face burned with embarrassment.
You looked back into his eyes, searching for any hint of the boy you once knew. But all you saw was a stranger, someone wearing the face of him when you used to care for each other. He was gone, replaced by this cruel, power-hungry tyrant. "Why are you doing this to me?" you ask, voice breaking.
The footsteps were getting closer again. You knew now, you had nowhere to go, but you needed him to answer your question.
"I don't want to hurt you, yn. I don't want to kill you", he let your hands fall back to your sides. After all, you were done for. His hands cupped your face in an attempt of cleaning your tears, the dirt in your face. "I just want you to open your eyes to the truth, like I did", he continued, you remained silent, lips quivering with sadness, "You are meant for something so much greater than this. You are meant for the kind of power no one here can give you". His thumbs brushed your cheeks, wiping away the dampness. "I can't bear the thought of leaving again and you staying here. Not again, yn"
It was a lot to process. All of this, because he couldn't move on without you? The footsteps stopped. From the corner of your eye, you saw four figures standing around you. Chris winced as he removed the dagger from his shoulder, letting the blade fall at your feet; his blood staining your shoe.
"She sure is hard to catch," an unknown boy said, you think you saw him at the Ares cabin last summer. He then proceeded to look at Luke, while his stare was never leaving yours. "Rope?" he asked.
Luke shook his head, "Nah," he said with a click of his tongue, "That won't be necessary. She understood her lesson, didn't you?" he asked you, waiting for an answer.
You didn't give him one.
"I'll take that as a yes. She's had enough," he announced, stepping back from you. He picked up your dagger, but saved it to himself. "I'll give this back to you when you deserve it" he patted the side of your hip with it, like a broken toy. You swallowed hard. You saw his eyes, you understood him without words.
Leave now, with him, and everyone and everything else, would be fine.
He waited your approval. You nodded.
"Let's go," he then said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He took out a tissue from the gods know where, and wiped clean the blade of your weapon. "We have work to do".















