peachtarto's masterlist

Requests are open!

Currently writing for: Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Luke Castellan, Sebastian Sallow

Luke Castellan:

A Hundred Golden Urns : part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Now or Never

Now or Never

Pairing : Luke Castellan x reader

Word Count :

Summary : Luke missed his chance to ask you an important question, and is painfully unaware of it.

Warnings: mostly fluff! nothing crazy- Luke is dumb, Clarisse is an overprotective bestie, talk of self-doubt etc.

Masterlist here!

A/N : thinking of making this a little series of moments in your relationship- let me know if that’s something you guys would like!

‘Don’t you think it’s a little much?’ You questioned, eyeing your own reflection with what some might call a generous amount of scrutiny.

Silena gave no indication that she’d heard and continued talking, ‘there’ll be such good food, and wine of course, lots and lot of wine..’

The pins in your hair were already beginning to ache, and you tried not to wince as she added yet another one to the elegant braid she was painstakingly creating.

‘- imagine if we made this much fuss for our birthdays,’ she continued, ‘like, I get that he’s the god of festivity but I’ve got to question why he wants to party with a load of hormonal teenagers. Not that I’m complaining, we could all use a good party.’

Silena was already dressed: a deep purple gown of silk accented with golden cuffs, and little combs fashioned like gilded laurel leaves swept her hair away from her face. She looked beautiful, and there was not a doubt in your mind that she was the daughter of Aphrodite.

She’d picked out your dress which had been a relief, a soft chiffon that seemed to float when you moved. It was simple but elegant, she’d insisted- perfect for a daughter of Athena. She’d also said that the hair should match, but it’d been half an hour since she’d started and it was starting to feel everything but simple.

‘And can you believe we’re allowed to switch tables tonight? I can’t wait! Charles said we’d sit together obviously and I’m sure the Hermes boys will join as and..’

Her smile faltered when she saw the look on your face and she quickly halted her movements, ‘oh, don’t you like it?’

‘No no, it’s beautiful!’ You stammered quickly; she’d curled and brainded your hair back in a thick, loose plait with little gold pins shimmering throughout. Even in cabin 10, her skills were unrivalled. ‘I just- do you think it’s too much?’ You questioned again.

‘Too much?’ She scoffed, and then her full lips parted in a dazzling smile, ‘of course it’s too much, that’s the point! We want every boy in this camp on their knees! Figuratively of course.’

You tried to hide the smile that tugged on your lips, ‘You’ve already got Charles drooling after you non-stop, leave some for the rest of us.’

‘Some?’ She said and grinned rather fiendishly, ‘or do you want me to leave just a certain son of Hermes for you?’

You rolled your eyes and gave her a smooth, and rather horrible gesture as she went back to toying with your hair, giggling to herself.

Silena had been the one to introduce you to Luke two years prior. She’d gracefully swept you into her circle the moment you’d arrived in camp, convinced you would be claimed by her mother too. Had Luke not intervened and taken you to cabin 11 she probably would’ve had you sleeping top to toe in her bunk; she’d reluctantly handed you over, but not before she’d seen the look that had passed between the two of you. Love at first sight she’d insisted, and maybe she’d been mistaken on his end, but she hadn’t on yours.

‘You know, he really does like you. I can tell, and you should believe me because it’s literally my thing.’ She sighed, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She pulled and prodded at a few loose hairs until she seemed satisfied, then dragged you over to the long mirror at the back of the cabin.

You didn’t know how she’d managed it, but for once you didn’t cringe at the reflection you saw and a part of you couldn’t quite believe what stared back. There was no denying she was a master at her craft.

‘You look so beautiful!’ Silena squealed, her hands clasped together in pride. Then, without warning she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug that had the air leaving your lungs. ‘Tonight’s the night, for both of us, I can feel it!’

You hoped she was right as you followed her out of the cabin, towards the glittering lights in the pavilion.

Okay okay, but thing song is so Luke x Y/N coded

Like once he joins Kronos and you’re ripped apart, thinking back on your teenage relationship at camp?!? Crying

A Hundred Golden Urns - part iii

Pairing: Luke Castellan x unclaimed demigod (Alexandria)

Summary: Luke takes it upon himself to mentor an unclaimed camper

Warnings: none I think, if you find any please do let me know!

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

Summer faded quickly, replaced by a brisk orange autumn. The camp stayed temperate, much to Alex’s surprise; the only hint that winter was on its way was the view of the forest beyond the camp boundary, turning more brown each day. She was grateful for the good weather, sparring would have been even harder in the rain and snow.

Luke had stayed true to his word; they’d trained every day from sun up to sun down, until they were both exhausted and cramping in every possible muscle. They’d do their chores in the evening, whilst the other remaining campers had their down time. He would keep her occupied with stories from his first years at camp, or tell her about the quests he hoped to go on one day. Most of his stories involved him narrowly escaping something thrown by Clarisse, or him just making it back into camp before the harpies found out he’d snuck off to the city.

The campers that remained had teased him endlessly at first. He’d been spending every hour of the day with her; Chris had even complained that he’d hear them talking way into the night on the steps of cabin 11, ruining his ‘beauty sleep’. He knew they were confused as to why he was putting in so much effort for an unclaimed camper who may not stick around and he’d tried not to let it bother him.

But it had stopped bothering him after two weeks.

Luke had risen early and realised he’d slept through the night. With a start he’d leaped from bed and out into camp, noting her bed laying empty in the cabin. He’d been about to call for Chiron and report a missing camper when he heard the sound of laughter, her laughter, from the pavilion.

There she was. Sat at table 11 peeling an orange, like it was something she did every morning. The Stoll brothers sat beside her, telling her some outrageous tale from their childhood that had her giggling into her peel. She looked up and caught his eye, and he tried not to let the surprise show on his face when she beckoned him over. He’d sat down on the bench to her right and they’d shared her orange for breakfast.

They did the same the next day, and the next, and the next. His worries about her not settling in seemed to disappear in an instant. Alex appeared at every breakfast, lunch and dinner; except for the rare times he found her asleep in the cabin after practice. He never woke her, just covered her with her blanket and slipped some bread rolls onto her nightstand.

The following week she started spear training with Clarisse, who had taken a liking to her at once when she’d realised she could teach another camper everything she knew from scratch, without that camper ever arguing back. She also took up archery with the Connor, who had come to Luke to make sure it was okay for him to ‘steal his girl’ in the afternoons. He found himself finding it hard to say yes, but had anyway; which is how he found himself as a spectator at the edge of the shooting range almost every day, trying to stay out of sight.

When he watched her train with the other campers he’d think on the little things she’d revealed in their weeks of conversations. He knew her favourite books, the music she liked to listen to, what dinners she preferred and which she’d happily chuck in the fire. He’d snatched up each bit of information and tucked it away for safe keeping. He’d tried to press for more useful things, things that might reveal where she’d come from. Things that might reveal who she might’ve come from. But she was still holding those cards close to her chest; when he asked a more probing question she’d shut him down instantly, or suddenly have somewhere else to be. The days he’d press too much were the days he’d hear her up in the middle of the night again, and he’d lay awake in his guilt until the morning.

Alex had seen Luke watching her practice sessions each day. Though he tried to stay out of sight, he wasn’t exactly subtle. He’d eye her footwork with such scrutiny during her sparring with Clarisse that it was almost impossible to ignore. She could sense him itching to get down into the ring and point out all her wrong moves.

Archery practice was no better. She could practically see the holes he bore into the side of Connor’s head, and she could feel them in the back of her own.

‘Don’t let him distract you.’ Connor had whispered in her ear when he noticed her lack of concentration. ‘He’s no good at archery, he’s coming down hear to see how badly you’ve got him beat.’

She’d laughed at that, loud and unrestrained; and Luke had found himself wishing that Connor didn’t exist.

A Hundred Golden Urns - Part ii

Luke had half expected she wouldn’t show up to their sparring session.

He’d been pacing back and forth across the sand for the better part of an hour when she finally showed up. She wasn’t late, he was just rather early by his standards. He realised he’d said ‘first thing’ to her on the jetty, and then also realised that it was unlikely that either of them would know when that was. And so, as soon as the sun had begun to rise, he’d been stood in the sparring ring.

She had her hands behind her head as she walked, platting her hair into a braid down her back. She was biting on her lip as she did it, scowling at nothing. He tried not to let his eyes linger for too long, lest that scowl be turned on him.

‘I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.’ She said as she reached the edge of the ring, grabbing a chest plate and beginning to pull it over her head. ‘I hope you haven’t been here too long.’

She sent an apologetic smile over her shoulder as she pulled on her leathers. Again, he tried not to let his gaze linger.

‘I got here a few minutes ago.’ He replied, and hoped she couldn’t hear the lie in his voice. ‘I thought I’d better warm up before I trounce you.’

‘What happened to taking is slow?’

She turned back towards him, her armour on and her practice sword dangling in her right hand. It occurred to him then she didn’t even know how to hold a sword, let alone use one. He stepped towards her and gestured towards her sword arm.

‘Slow doesn’t mean easy.’ He said, taking her hand and adjusting her grip on the blade. ‘And I think you’ve been holding out on us.’

She quirked an eyebrow up, ‘oh?’

He let her hand down and retreated a few steps, gathering his own sword from the sand. ‘I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, and I for one, would like to find out what that is.’

Luke lunged before she could reply, swinging in a quick arc down across her body. Metal clanged as she battered his attack away from her chest, falling back a step. But as quickly as she’d stepped back, she readjusted her footing, settling back into her heels. It was his turn to quirk an eyebrow.

‘I thought you said you weren’t good at this.’

He tried again, this time swinging low. His sword met nothing but air. She’d stepped right out of it’s path.

‘We’re demigods, we’re all good at this. It doesn’t mean I’m anything like the rest of you.’

This time it was her that stepped forward. Like managed to bring his sword in front of his face as she hammered down at him. The echo rang around the ring.

‘Yet.’ He smirked.

A Hundred Golden Urns - Part i

Part 2 here! Part 3 here!

Camp was quiet in late summer.

Alex wasn’t sure what she had expected; lots of the campers had homes to go back to, lives to resume. She just hadn’t expected there to be so many empty beds.

Most of the cabins sat almost empty now, eerily quiet compared to the buzz of activity they’d held all summer. There were a few exceptions of course, she’d had them explained to her briefly by Clarisse; the Hermes and Ares cabins would stay pretty full every year. Nobody wanted volatile teenagers back, even for Christmas.

The only positive thing to take from the misery of the unwanted demigods was that she wouldn’t be alone in cabin 11. A handful of Hermes kids remained, and a more generous handful of the unclaimed. She was grateful for this, had she been the only unclaimed to remain, she would’ve been miserable. Or at least, more miserable than she already was.

The summer had been hard. Hot, sweaty, and hard.

‘It’s your first year! It’s normal!’ She’d been told by Annabeth at every opportunity. Which was more often than she would’ve liked. Something terrible seemed to happen everyday, and if it didn’t, she found herself lying awake at night just waiting for it to.

She’d tried her best to adapt to the strange new world she’d been thrust into, but it’s wasn’t without difficulty. Even then, sat quietly at the edge of the lake, she struggled to ease her mind. With almost all it’s beds still full, cabin 11 was never quiet; and so the lake has become somewhat of a respite from the constant chatter and clashing of swords. She’d come in the late afternoon and sit on the jetty until curfew, or until the sound of harpies got close enough to send her sprinting back into camp.

Her absence at dinner each day had been noted at first, but nobody ever came to retrieve her, and after weeks of the same thing had rolled by, nobody seemed to notice anymore. Or so she thought.

It had been noticed on the first day, and every day since by Luke. It concerned him, worried him even, but he’d tried to give her space all summer to work through it. He’d hoped that by the time camp emptied out for the autumn she’d come around. It wasn’t that she didn’t contribute, on the contrary, she did more than her fair share of chores and would happily take on more when asked. She’d turn up on time to every practice, every game, every bonfire; but she’d leave promptly when the fuss was over.

As a camp counsellor, he’d taken his concerns to Chiron. After two months of camp life, he’d expected her to come out of her shell. He’d wondered if perhaps it was because you were unclaimed. He knew how hard it was for kids to fit in when they felt they had nowhere to go. His cabin had been full to bursting for as long as he could remember, endless tears and nightmares and fights. She’d never uttered a word about feeling abandoned, she’d never fought with another cabin member; but he had heard her cry. In the early hours of the morning when everyone else was fast asleep, he’d hear her slip from her bed and out of the cabin doors, before sitting on the front step and weeping until the sun rose. Every time he’d heard it, he had thought about following her and asking what was wrong- but by the time he’d mustered up the courage, she’d be back in bed and looking for all the world as if it had never happened.

‘The pressures of a first summer cannot be underestimated,’ Chiron had said, ‘give her time, give her understanding.’

‘She needs to get out with the other campers! She needs to engage!’ Luke had retorted, somewhat heatedly. He could never keep his cool when it came to Chiron’s loosely worded advice.

‘You claim to know what Alex needs, but you haven’t seemed to grasp what it is she needs the most.’

‘Which is?’

‘A friend Luke, she could use a friend. This life is a lonely business without people to share in its hardships.’

A friend. Those were the words repeating in Luke’s head as he made his way down to the lake. They were the words in his head as he approached her, and the words that had him sitting at the edge of the jetty as well.

He didn’t miss the jump she gave, or the hand that flew to her chest.

‘Oh!’ She breathed heavily, and then with some relief, ‘Hey Luke.’

‘Hey yourself.’ He said, swinging his legs over the edge and into the water. ‘Mind if I join you?’

She glanced at him quickly, and gave him a small smile. ‘Of course not, I was going to head back soon but the lake is so pretty at this time of day.’

She turned back to the water and he followed her gaze. He couldn’t disagree, the lake was glistening under the heat of the late afternoon sun, all that could be heard was the rustle of trees on the shore and the lapping of water against the jetty.

‘It is pretty. Very. But so is the dinner pavilion, and it has food.’ He said, giving her a pointed look which elicited a small laugh from her.

‘True. But there are no Stoll brothers here tossing potatoes over my head.’

It was him laughing now. ‘They’re not so bad, a little food fight is good for moral. Keeps us on our toes.’

‘Tell that to the shirts I have to keep washing salad cream out of.’

‘It’s not always like that, I swear. They like to show off on the rare occasion you’re actually there.’ He let his shoulder nudge hers playfully. ‘Maybe come more often and they’ll stop.’

‘A charming thought.’ She laughed, and before he could reply she was hoisting herself to her feet and brushing invisible dirt from her thighs. She gathered up her jumper and shoes from the wooden planks, and with a quiet, ‘Enjoy your evening Luke.’ she was walking back towards camp.

He was left watching her go.

Guys!!!!! I got Greta tickets!!!! The most tense day of my life lmao

Is anyone else going to the show in London?!