#luketavian

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Top 100 PJO ships (according to AO3)

i feel like it could go the other way around too... The degradation is crazy

Luke had been brought to Earth, or 'Midgard' as the valkyrie he still wasn't too pleased with liked to call it, with Man-abeth- er, Magnus, her cousin. He'd been in Valhalla for he didn't know how many years now, sharing a hall with Selena, a guy who'd faded just before Octavian showed up, Octavian, and eventually Beck and his brothers, Connor and Travis. Anyway, he's on Earth with Magnus, to meet Annabeth. She hugs her cousin, before turning and staring at Luke hard for a few seconds. And then she swivels on her heel and punches him hard enough to break his nose. Same thing Selena did when they found out they shared a hall. Then she hugs him hard enough to make it hard to breathe, but Luke laughs it off anyway. "I deserved that. Hey, Annie. How've you been?" "I've been fine. Where in Hades have you been? Why don't you feel dead?" "Long story, that one. Maggy here could explain it better, I think he paid more attention." "Give me the abridged version, Castellan. As you know it now." "Yes ma'am. I was brought to Valhalla by Kayla, a Valkyrie I still don't really like, because uh. Honestly I think she just thought I was hot because the way she told my death was so vague she made it sound like I fought Kronos hand-to-hand and bested him with your dagger." "Huh. What about Elysium?" "Oh, that place? I never really thought I could get there, I was under the impression the fields of punishment were where I was going. I told you about going there and trying for the isles mostly because it seemed like it'd make you happy. I pulled that outta my ass." Annabeth slaps him hard enought to make him see stars. He probably deserves that, too. Luke whines anyway. "Anniiiiiieeeeee..." "Don't you 'Annie' me, Castellan. Why would you lie to me like that?" "Because I was dying and I didn't want to see you cry anymore."

Luke knew very damn well the entire situation with his friends had been his fault. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, of course, just that he knew who was to blame. And the blame was all on him. Most people had left him to wallow in self-pity (and cry, but nobody should have been here to see that), but one... special case, had not. The kid was a little older than Thalia's little brother, and he'd been hanging around the house Luke shared with Selena, Beck, Will, and his brothers. Luke was vaguely aware that the kid was related to Will in some way, but all he'd gotten from either front was 'mumble mumble something cousins mumble' or some other variant. The doctors had figured out what was wrong with his mother, a damn near 30 years too late to even hope to cure her, and found out it was hereditary. Luke was bound to lose his mind by 30, probably sooner, and there was not a thing he could do about it. Luke had went to Thalia first, asking for advice in the hopes that this information would at least make her listen. She refused to speak to him (which hurt), Annabeth was out of the question for advice because she was his little sister surrogate and he couldn't burden her that way, Selena was still not willing to talk to him either, and Beck was a good boyfriend, and his brothers were too young and they looked up to him too much to tell. So after evaluating his options, he'd squared himself off in his garage with the intention of tinkering with a car or bike or something until he was done crying. But then the kid showed up, curious, calculating eyes trained on Luke's every move and soft questions about the redness in his eyes and face. Luke didn't want to answer.

“I’ll definitely try my best.” And he led him inside.