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Hi I saw you're taking requests, what about enemies to lovers and academic rivals with reg? ❤️

Almost | R.A.B x u

Pairing : Regulas black x animagus!reader( platonic marauders x gn!reader , sirius x Lupin )

Plot : stolen glances , almost smiles , regulas black couldn't stand you , there's loathing and hatred and something you are yet to discover in his cold contempt eyes , he's inclined towards dark arts and excellent at dark unforgivable spell but yet Sirius knows he would never hurt you . Regulas black seems to love the black cat he met as he feeds and strokes , why are you purring and meowing and not scratching him ?

J.d note - i understood that this one was supposed to be a fun fic , but I wanted to do something big , so here i present Regulas black journey from Hogwarts to death Eater to death , with the love of his life , and they almost made it . Thankyou for requesting ❤️ request now can you reblog for merlins sake ?

Themes - academic rivals , implied Sirius x Remus , everything same except reader added in marauders , death Eater! Regulas , this is their fifth year timeline , few months age gap between Sirius and regulas so they are in same year , gn!reader , no blood status , no house mentioned, marauder!reader , mutual pinning . Witty!reader , animagus is cat , black cat , overprotective!Sirius

Part 1 / ?

The Noble and most ancient house of black

Toujours pur

" You are not here " harry said after scanning the bottom of the golden tree closely , " I used to be " Sirius said , pointing at the holed tapestry like a cigarette burn , harry looked at the next name with curiousity , " That's my younger brother .. Regulus black ..he became a death Eater"

Sirius seemed to drown back in house of memories , it was harder to stay in this house ...when he laid half asleep he realised something he had left , he was on his feet , dragging himself out of bed , in his house laid many dark objects , dark and expensive , lavish like the house black , he soon was in quest to found it , it was in his hands , the brown parchment was no ordinary..the black brother's did tremendous things when they were sixteen , he ran away , Regulus became a death Eater

" - why ? " Sirius choked at very glimpse of parchment, it was the last birthday present he got from him , " You can ask me one thing ...it will answer you correctly " Regulus smiled , he was holding on the a hand that was so fresh in his memories ...yours .

He never ever used it , what can he ask ? Are you a death Eater ? He already knew , he wasn't sure what he should ask but the lump in Sirius throat was thicker , so as he couldn't breath .

So he did it , The last time he met regulus was when he was sixteen , standing near the mirror was erised ,the dark mark glowing on his left forearm .

So he took a quill as scribbled down the words ...

" Reg , what did you see in the mirror of erised ? "

He waited as the ink dissolved ,and something scribbled out , it was a very familiar word , a very familiar name .

-

" ouch.. that's my toe Sirius " you whimpered while Sirius filled the air with hushed apologies , " i can't see .. can't we use some light " Sirius asked after he stepped three time in a row on your toe , this time you bumped your nose into him , " ow- "

" shut up idiots " whispered james , the one leading , " invisibility cloak doesn't muffle noise - "

" james that's not your wand , that's my finger "

" this is the fourth time sirius , my toe is smashed - "

" Okay , here " james removed the cloak as you were finally in the restricted section of library , " lumos " you said , your wand Swiftly passing over the books , some had dried blood over them hooking you over , " no wonder they ended up here " Sirius winked at you, " oh ...it must be around - " you paused to examine the cursed dark arts series you wanted to read ," merlins beard " you gasped , " you found it eh ? " James rushed with tiptoeing towards you , " no but where's the second part , i already read it "

" you are miserable ! " james mouthed , " hey! " Sirius opened his arms , gesturing to protect you , " where's the standard bewitching magic book ? "

" i think it must be there " you pointed towards the narrow shelves , you all are working on becoming animagus , it's nearly down except some spells that don't end you up with claws and tail , " found it " james smiled as he grabbed , " let's go ..i am so sleepy " Sirius yawned so hard that even you felt your eyes flutter .

" james , Sirius - " you smiled

" NO - " james cried

" YEAH ! " Sirius threw his hands up

" you two can go ..I would take only a few minutes "

" i am not going without you " Sirius looked at james who liked your idea , " i would need to find it , i wouldn't take much - "

" no , we all are staying " Sirius said , you didn't knew where you would find the second part so it wasn't worth making Sirius yawn and james tapping his feet out in so cold .

" Off you go " you raised your wand , giving Sirius a funny push , " jamie " you winked and james took him by shoulder taking him away , " take no more time than .." Sirius thought of a deadline "- five minutes " he was finally out , no hushed footsteps and you were alone .

" where are you little one ? " You looked around , shelves filled with dangerous magical books , ready to corrupt you .

You heard something , you freezed , footsteps that came from other side halted too .you took a step , your wand raised , you felt something warm behind your neck .

That fragrance..oh no !

" caught you ." He coldly said behind you , his hand grabbing your waist while the other poking his wand on your throat from behind . he's none other than Regulus black

" ahh , can't leave me for a minute ..can you ? " you smirked , you eyes suddenly catching a glimpse of what looked like a shabby red small book, with gold roman letters glowing , ' PART 2 ' it read .

Your eyes glinted at the sight of it .

" you are giving yourself too much importance "

" still angry ? Professor slughorn knows talent MR. Black "

" got one thing correct and you are all so witty " he pressed the wand deeper , making your Adam apple shift through inside .

" that's not how you use a wand " you said , eyes still fixed on the book , " i shouldn't be wasting time on stupid people like you - " Regulus black snapped , pushing you forward so now you were face to face , wands raised high .

" i don't like that smile of yours " regulus hissed, his eyes glancing back and forth between your eyes and lips , " sometimes I want to wipe it out " he hissed again .

You smiled more , eyes narrowing at him , there's something so magnificent about him that is yet to be discovered , the way his eyes look , there's so much more than utter loathing and hatred , a thin line yet to be crossed .

" still mad about yesterday ? " Your triumph from yesterday's potion lesson made your eyes twinkle .

" just cramming up few lines doens't make you great " black got a point but still when a question was shot , he was the first one to raise his hands high , it was always this way

You admired him , he was smart , witty , though he kept himself composed but there would be moments when his mouth would almost , almost curl up in a smile at some Sirius jokes , but it would be gone , so soon , no trace left behind those cold eyes , you thought it would draw his attention to you when you would be as good as him , all spells tounge tied , all ingredients of potions scribbled in your heart but that seem to disappoint him , that begin the famous rivalry of you and him , even professors would get in a dilemma when two hands shot up so high , " nevermind, let's get along with class " they would say hesitation in their tone .

" i guess performing spells that could lead one to azkaban makes you great , no ? " you smirked , he looked theatened .

" you seem to fancy me way too much , i am afraid " he said " shouldn't it be a disappointment to peak , but i like you much enough to demonstrate my capabilities here " he flexed his wand , keeping one foot in front , " say which one darling ? " he smirked , you were sure of him , you have seen him practising , the way he said " cruicio " with so much rage inside him , he didn't look like his age , rather a ...you were afraid...a death Eater as they called them , you would not deny peaking at him while he practiced his dark spells in Deserted classrooms , the secret books he got from restricted section , he was upto something .

" i was thinking about the imperius curse ...you would obey me , won't you ? "

" shut up regulus black "

" you filthy - "

" REGULUS ! " Sirius came running , his wand raised , Regulus looked like if disappointment had a face , he would resemble it .

" I TOLD YOU TO COME ALONG ! " he was screaming in a low whsiper at you , " Sirius " regulas sighed , he glanced at you for a moment and then at him , Sirius shot him a angry look .

" you should tell your friend to stay out of my buisness "

" your buisness doesn't look so great , reg " he really sounded like big brother .

" you ruined my moment " he coldly said , " accio dark arts 2 " he called , and the book flied across to him .

" oh no " you cried , " it's okay ..he can't keep it forever " Sirius caught your hand as he dragged you out , for a moment you saw a wince of pain and uprising in Regulus eyes when it flickered at you and sirius and it was gone soon enough but you almost saw it , almost you knew what it was , almost you forgot .

-

" he could have hurt you " Lupin said as dipped your quill in ink , " oh he wouldn't have - " Sirius said , " my brother ain't so much of a bad guy "

Sirius bent in to copy your essay , " no siruis ! " you slapped his hand .

" Two more lines and it would be done "

" hear me out , make it big " james threw his five inches parchment at him , no more than instructed while you sat there with your seven and half , neat small handwriting , siruis copied a rubbish line which was mere james headcannon about the goblins rebellion in ugly big letters , Lupin let out a snort .

" how do you know he wouldn't ? He was using.. imperius curse - "

" shh " james hissed , siruis gave a very unsual expression , hard to read ..." I can't tell you " he winced , you narrowed your eyes , " don't give me that look " he looked away . remus who looked utterly lost in the book he was reading , " moony " siruis called , now that you have all managed to become animagus, siruis - a big Black dog , padfoot as you all called , potter was called prongs and wormtail who was home in the Christmas holiday , you were a cat , black shiny fur just like Sirius .

" Padfoot " Lupin said , with affection ..he was so emotional when all of you showed up in your animagus form , it was just some months ago when you had your back pressed against Regulus black , it hasn't been since , he seems to loath you more , the more you got points for every correct answer, the more his eyes glinted at you in mere affection that is a lovely hatred .

-

The whole castle was fast asleep when you woke up from your vivid dreams , you soon found yourself strolling in Hogwarts desserted corridor , you knew Regulus was staying back too but it was not often you saw him , for he and you rather avoided each other but just then you heard a little whisper , you looked back it was Regulus black in plain velvet Black robes with a green silk collar , does he sleep with those on ? You thought and rather shushed the imagination of him flooding your brain , even with your funny thoughts you felt everything inside you freeze , it was only your shadow in moonlight that assured you were strolling in your animagus form , a black cat . He wouldn't know for no one knew you were unregistered animagus , you tried to move away when you felt his hands touching you , you screamed but it came as a meow , he was stroking your black shiny fur , " beautiful, aren't you ? So pretty " he caressed your skin , he was good with animals than with you ...it struck you as a desire to be a cat all your life , to be ..to be loved by him.

" Come here " he picked you up , stroking you gently and you were liking it , for you could have scratched him , ran out , ran out for your life because even if as a cat , your brain was bursting and heart stuck somewhere your throat .

You purred in his lap as he walked , slowly ...he wasn't exactly tiptoeing around but walked with some pride .

" i wonder if you are hungry , are you ? " he touched the skin under your chin when you have reached the Slytherin common room , you never thought of it that one day you would be in Regulus black lap while he fed you sweet cake with his own hands , he had a smile that really made your forget, that sort of affection and look that he had , it looked like the thin line you always wanted to cross yet you never reached , almost you have lost , but now it's here in front of you , the Regulus black you never saw before ...he smiled so much that it felt as if it were illegal , you purred , meowed and he talked and you felt like falling somewhere , yet to be known but it was enchanting , a bliss , a gust of snow in breezy hot day , such a sweet boy reg was , you thought .

You wondered how your friends would react when you would tell them , especially siruis , you don't think they would beleive you ... would siruis know his brother this way ?

" you must be cold " he said , wrapping you a black satin fabric that was really warm , it was many moments when he just talked to you , about nothing but everything , he was talking as if you were a person , a soft smile , almost a smirk , then he dozed off , you thought about his reaction if you turned back to human form while there , while he carresed you lovingly , he would have died of shock and that made you smile .

You carefully got out of the Slytherin common room , the satin fabric as your hood and found yourself running.

You didn't know why you were taking the shawl with you but you wouldn't trade it away no matter what .

You didn't tell anyone anything about the nighttime stroll .

" you look quiet " siruis was pushing back the toasts he stuffed all at once and gulping pumpkin juice to help it down .

" Shut up , i have to go library " you scooped the last bite of porridge and ran for your life because the pink glow wouldn't leave , " Oi ! " you heard him shout but you wouldn't risk .

And with those hurried footsteps and smiling to yourself, you bumped straight into nerd with atleast two large landing on your toe which has enough resistance due to Sirius attempts to squash it down in nightime strolls under the invisibility cloak , " damn - merlins beard " you muttered , " I swear on Salazar if - " regulus stopped as he saw you , " you ? " his face went pale then a sweet red glow glorified his beauty , " oh ..umm , er- "

" PATHETIC " he muttered and picked up his books , " strange ..." You ranted straight for one hour as you scribbled the notes , how could he have more love for cats than humans , he really wasn't the same person he was two nights ago , " ARGhHHGHG " you really screamed and it didn't came out as meow for you were sitting in library , several heads popped out to see you , you were grateful that you didn't get much detention Except cleaning some shelves without magic , you were on the tallest Planck of stool when you heard some giggles from other side , " have you ever seen regulus black smile ? He said pathetic to ...he smiled .... really ?...yes ...so beautiful " you were so passionate to hear more that you were really leaning hard until you stumbled , a steady hand came , swiftly pressed on your back as you were about to crash land , a slow cliff hanger , " Careful " he said , those genetically beautiful black family looks , he looked like the person who called you ' love ' if only your animagus form .

" oh yes .." you lost your speech and you straighten up , " PATHETIC " he muttered as he left and you wonder if he almost smiled .

best friends best friends best friends

a study session you wouldn't want to interrupt

they're smiling but

my favourite gay people 😗

i love them sm

inspired by the cigarette scenes from all the young dudes

part two NOW 💳💳💳

☆ PARENT TRAP

in which, a plan is devised to set the two of you up (1.9k)

contains: luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. baby percabeth (they are 12). percys pov. loser older brother luke castellan 🔛🔝

kashaf’s note: i think we can tell i love my music references by now. (answering requests soon!)

i. remember the time - michael jackson

PERCY HAS ALWAYS liked afternoons: sitting on the green couch in his apartment, the smell of his favorite blue cookies wafting through the air, and the constantly running episodes of gilmore girls on the tv — that you had convinced him to give a try — and sometimes the addition of grover, who was prone to start passionate tirades on climate change.

though after summer camp, his relatively quiet afternoons now included at least two mentions of “seaweed brain” and two of “wise girl”. 

percy’s trying to stay focused on rory freaking out over thanking dean for something (annabeth is almost laser-focused), but the doorbell rang a while ago, and you still haven’t returned. 

“annabeth,” he whispered, to no avail — he guessed dean really had that effect on people. he tried again, waving a hand in front of her face. she blinked twice before being lifted from the spell of gilmore girls. 

“what?” annabeth asked.

“who’s at the door?” 

annabeth’s eyebrows rose. she turned around, looking past where you were still holding the door open, one hand animatedly gesticulating, the other still on the doorknob. 

“that’s my brother,” annabeth said, turning back to look at percy. 

but percy isn’t paying attention to her right now, instead, he’s focusing on the bits of conversation audible between you and this stranger, who’s smiling very peculiarly down at you.

“— no way, me too,” the stranger is saying, grinning.

you’re saying, “deadass? prove it —” 

“— are you always so skeptical —” 

percy gets up off the couch, annabeth beside him, striding over to you and the stranger, who, for a reason he can’t quite put a finger on, seems weird. 

“hi,” percy says, looking at you, pointedly ignoring the stranger. you and the stranger seem to freeze, your hand halting mid-tuck of your hair behind your ear, something percy has only seen you do around one of your ex-boyfriends. 

“hi,” annabeth says, looking at the stranger, who smiles in response. again, weird.

“ready to go?” the stranger asks, “or are you going to take over their spare bedroom?”

“luke, you’re not funny,” annabeth grumbles, but she doesn’t look that put out by luke’s teasing percy notes. 

you’re smiling, but you’re not looking at annabeth. you’re looking at luke, your one hand still on the doorknob. interesting. 

“you’ve got your yankees cap?” you confirm as annabeth laces up her converse, as you and luke are engaged in a tiny conversation of your own. percy wordlessly hands the worn-out cap to annabeth once she’s finished, saying his goodbye.

once annabeth and her brother are long gone and you’re no longer leaning against the door, you’re still smiling widely, and percy wonders why.

ii. shoop - salt n pepa  

gilmore girls is on again, and luke is here to pick up annabeth. again. but for whatever reason, annabeth still hasn’t left, and you and luke are sitting in the kitchen, alone, conversing loudly. 

annabeth isn’t as hyper-focused on dean and rory’s argument as percy had thought she would be a week ago — he assumed that dean’s appeal died the minute he got mad in that banged-up car. annabeth is saying something about architecture, eyes shining, though he’s not sure which one she’s talking about, hagia sophia or st. basil’s cathedral. your loud laugh seems to ring from the kitchen every minute or so, and well since you’ve begun babysitting him, he can’t say the sound is unfamiliar, but the frequency is suspicious. he doesn’t trust luke. 

“annabeth,” he says, when she’s stopped talking.

“percy,” she responds in the same tone, her smile bright.

“how long has your brother been in the kitchen for?” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, but missing the mark horrifically.

annabeth looks at the watch on her wrist, “woah —”

“what does woah mean?” percy knows he’s being impolite, and his mom taught him to never interrupt people, but he can’t help it at this moment. 

“i was just getting to that, seaweed brain,” annabeth rolled her eyes good-naturedly, “we were supposed to leave an hour and half ago.”

this was bizarre. “no offense, but what does my babysitter and your brother even have in common to be talking nonstop for an hour and half?”

“no idea,” annabeth says, thoughtfully. “is she in a band? luke’s in a band.”

“no,” percy says, but he thinks he remembers your last boyfriend being in a band. “is your brother a senior?”

“yeah — does she do boxing? luke does.”

“i actually don’t know,” percy pauses, “i think we should see for ourselves,” he stands up. 

“wait,” annabeth says, “they might go quiet if they see we’re around. let’s just turn off the tv and eavesdrop.”

percy grins, annabeth was such a genius, “you got it, wise girl.” 

they’re both so silent, he wonders if you’ll notice, but with the way you’re laughing again, borderline giggling, actually — which is odd — as you say, “shut up, you know what i meant,” he doesn’t think you’ll realize. 

“erm, actually i don’t,” luke says, nasally (in what percy hopes is mockery). 

percy looks at annabeth, who rolls her eyes at him and mouths, ‘he’s being ironic’. percy stares at the patterns in the carpet, and annabeth stares at the picture of percy and his mom hung on the wall, as they continue to strain their ears — which isn’t hard because of how noisy you and luke are together.

“you’re so insufferable.”

“and you’re the one who invited me in, so.”

“i was being nice,” you sound like you’re protesting, but percy and annabeth note the amusement in your voice with another shared glance.

“you? nice? let’s be forreal.”

“i’m literally not even mean.”

“you literally are.”

annabeth peeks at him, and percy thinks he’s had enough of listening to this conversation, which is quickly becoming weird. and mushy. he can practically see how you’re looking at luke, and how he’s looking at you, which is not at all something he wants to imagine.

he nods at annabeth, and they both try to make their footsteps as loud as possible when they start approaching the kitchen, just in case. 

he’s grateful to every higher being out there when he and annabeth find you and luke in the kitchen simply sitting next to each other, no funny business involved. 

iii. doo wop (that thing) - ms. lauryn hill

you’re on the phone, giggling. annabeth is over again, and there’s no luke in sight, but percy suspects he’s on the other end of the line. 

percy sighs and turns to annabeth, who always seems to know what to do because this little situation has gotten unbelievably out of hand. 

“is that your brother on the phone?”

annabeth’s concentration on the teetering jenga tower on the coffee table lingers, doo wop (that thing) playing on the tv in the background, “yeah, i think so.”

“how do you know?” percy asks, watching annabeth carefully choose a jenga block to remove.

“they like each other,” annabeth says, looking at him, as if it’s as obvious as grass being green.

“no, they don’t,” percy pauses for a minute when annabeth raises her eyebrows at him. “how do you know?” 

“luke’s always calling her at home,” annabeth said, “and he made her a mixtape.”

“that doesn’t mean they like each other, that just means he likes her,” percy points out, crossing his arms. 

they hear you giggle in the kitchen again. annabeth looks at him as if that proves her point.

annabeth blinks, her face lighting up, “oh my god, percy, we should set them up.” 

percy stares at her. he can’t deny that for as long as he’s known annabeth, she’s seldom been wrong, but he doesn’t think this is the best idea. but, percy trusts annabeth, so he agrees.

iv. this is how we do it - montell jordan

percy’s spying on you. well, he doesn’t consider it to be spying exactly, he’s just making sure nothing happens to you because despite annabeth’s constant defense of her brother, percy still doesn’t trust luke. percy’s always thought of you more than just his babysitter, after all the attempts at making blue hot chocolate and the comforting after nightmares, you’ve turned into his sister. 

he’s at annabeth’s place now, and both of them decided to put their — what annabeth swears is fool-proof — plan into action. step number one: getting luke to invite you inside when you come to pick him up (which was so unbelievably easy, considering how luke has perpetual heart eyes when you’re around).

currently, you’re in the kitchen with luke (the two of you are always congregating in kitchens for some reason), and annabeth decided that she and percy absolutely had to keep an eye on the two of you.

you’re gasping, “luke castellan, you are such a liar.”

luke is laughing, “no i’m not.” his cheeks are red.

you’ve seemed to notice this, and percy can see your gaze soften as you look at luke, but that doesn’t stop you from making your point, “no, oh my god, you call me the mean one but here you are, talking shit about your rivals, just because they’re better?”

percy has seen you argue with your ex-boyfriends, but not like this — not bright-eyed, and smiling, and none of them have been able to just flow the way you seem to with luke. this is it, he thinks, annabeth was completely and utterly right (as she is 90% of the time). 

“you take that back right now, those motley crue knockoffs aren’t better than us,” luke says, sounding kind of angry, but percy can see his smile.

“you’re totally bugging,” you say, “what’s wrong with motley crue?”

luke looks scandalized, and almost as if he’s pleading, he says, “please tell me you’ve at least listened to guns n roses,” pushing his hands together in a namaste position.

“i don’t live under a rock, castellan,” you rolled your eyes at him, pushing his hands down. annabeth shares a look with percy.

“i mean, you never know,” he says, and you scoff, shoving him.

percy raises his eyebrows at annabeth, and she seems to know exactly what he’s thinking — time to put step two into action: set up a going-out idea.

percy and annabeth pretend to walk closer to the kitchen, to give the two of you time to spring apart, because you and luke weren’t a very pg distance right now — maybe pg-thirteen, but percy wasn’t supposed to be watching those, so.

annabeth jerks a finger at percy, as you and luke looked up at their arrival, addressing luke, “percy doesn’t believe that your band actually plays in public.”

percy’s head whips toward annabeth, trying not to glare at her, because the look on luke’s face right now was not at all amusing, but at least you were smiling, so you’d definitely stop luke from killing him.

“yeah, luke,” you say, smirking, “where do you guys even play?”

luke frowns, “the usual but we’re playing at the fair next week if you’re so interested.” the last part is aimed at percy, but their plan is going well so far, so percy doesn’t think he’ll have to sleep with one eye open tonight.

“when?” you ask, interested.

percy watches luke turn to you, surprised. “saturday — why, you wanna come?”

“yeah,” you admit easily.

percy looks at annabeth, who’s smiling and percy can’t help but feel proud of their idea.

“really? we don’t go on until like seven though.”

“yeah, someone has to be there to cheer for you so you don’t feel too bad when no one else does,” you grin.

luke turns to you, masking his smile with a fake air of irritation, “gee, thanks.”

“what are friends for?”

percy shares a disappointed glance with annabeth who begins to shake her head, as luke’s smile freezes in place, and you suddenly look extremely remorseful.

time to come up with a new plan. 

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MDNI. dark!luke castellan x fem!reader

you get captured by luke castellan, but not for the main purpose you think it’s for

warnings: dark!luke ( finally ), evil luke, capture (?, reader’s a nemesis child, wounds, teasing, flirty luke 😏, swearing, manipulation, seduction

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The air felt chilly against the bare skin of your arms. Cold stone pressed against the back of your thighs as you sat huddled on the floor, the air thick with the unmistakable tang of salt. You were likely trapped somewhere near the sea, that much was clear.

A throbbing pain pulsed in your head, a relentless echo of the knockout that had sent you into a temporary darkness.

You strained your ears, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic crash of waves against distant shores. And then, a slight noise. Fidgeting. Straining your eyes in the gloom, you made out the silhouette of a figure standing motionless on the other side of the cold, rusty, iron bars. The figure shifted, and a voice cut through the silence.

"Comfortable?"

Luke drawled. You didn't respond, a defiant silence swirling within you. You refused to give him the satisfaction of a response, darting your gaze away.

"No words?" he pressed, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "Hm” he says, nodding. Luke's amusement morphed into a predatory glint. He walked closer to the bars, his movements deliberate, calculated. He crouched down, his frame lowering to your level on the floor dangerously. "I suppose you want this back" he said, his voice a low rumble.

He reached into the shadows beside him, producing a glint of metal. He tossed something through the bars, the object landing with a clatter at your feet.  It was your dagger.

You didn't reach for it, though the urge to snatch the weapon and fight your way out was strong. But again, what would it be useful for now? Cut his fingers off? Instead, you locked your gaze on a spot beyond him, your jaw clenched tight.

Luke chuckled, as if your stubbornness was something he was having fun with, but his words pierced; “Are you deaf or just dumb?”

"Fuck you" you spat, your voice surprisingly steady.

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Wow, you can talk" he said, his voice laced with mock surprise. "What? Not happy to see me?"

His smile twisted into a smirk, the amusement returning to his eyes, but this time it held a cruel edge. You glared at him, refusing to back down. You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to remain silent.

With a sigh, as if he was tired of you already, he reached through the bars. His hand, calloused and strong, clamped around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. The touch was cold and unwelcome in your skin.

He studied your face silently for a moment, his eyes lingering on the split lip you'd acquired during your capture. "I see you know how to put up a fight" he remarked, his voice low and gravelly. His dark gaze scanned your features as he tilted your head sideways, lingering on a small cut marring your cheekbone.

He was obviously enjoying this.The powerful dynamic.

His thumb followed the trail of blood from your split lip, tracing it down your chin before slowly lifting. You watched, a mix of disgust and a strange fascination warring within you, as he brought his thumb to his own mouth. His tongue darted out, swiping away the crimson stain before retreating back into his mouth.

"Too bad you're not capable of forming a sentence" he commented dryly, his voice laced with a cruel humor that sent chills down your spine.  "But you're pretty, I'll give you that."

You noticed the way his eyes snapped briefly to your lips, then back to your eyes. You clenched your jaw, a surge of defiance battling the fear that threatened to eat you. "What am I here for?" you blurted out, the need for answers overriding your cautious silence. "Why do you want me here?"

Luke seemed genuinely surprised for a moment. He leaned in closer, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied you with a newfound intensity. "Why do you think?" he stated blankly, his voice devoid of the earlier amusement.

"One of the Furies," you began, piecing together the fragments of your capture. "She said you'd be pleased to see me. That I was hard to catch. Why?" You pushed yourself closer to the bars, the need for understanding warring with the terror in your chest. "Why, out of all the demigods you could take, am I here?"

A slow chuckle escaped Luke's lips. He leaned back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of the cave for a moment as if contemplating his answer. Finally, he sighed, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes.

"Well, let's just say..." he trailed off, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I've been looking for you for a while."

You scoffed. "Why?"

"Hm," he hummed, a sly smirk returning to his face. His hand reached through the bars once more, his finger working on placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, as if he was taking care of your appearance even in a moment so vulnerable like this.

"Wouldn't you like to know, pretty?" he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper.  His eyes held you captive, a dark intensity that seemed to pierce through your very soul.

You jerked away from his touch, anger flaring within you. "Seriously, Luke," you spat. "I suppose you want me to join your army. But why? Why not take someone who's more powerful? More of a threat?"

A ghost of a smile played on Luke's lips. He reached out again sharply, surprising you, this time wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, holding you close to the bars.

"And who said you weren't powerful?" he countered, his voice surprisingly gentle despite his grip. "I know power when I see it, princess" he continued, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "And you have more than you think you do."

You scoffed, a flicker of defiance igniting in your chest. "How are you so sure?" The question tumbled out, more of a challenge than a genuine inquiry.

His touch lingered on your neck, over your pulse. A single finger reached out, tilting your head back slightly for a deeper inspection.

"Because," he cooed, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone holding you captive. "I'm always right about these things."

His fingers, warm and calloused, began to trace a path up your cheekbone, eventually sinking into your hair. His touch sent conflicting signals through you – a primal fear warring with a strange sense of familiarity. The gentle massage of your scalp was a stark contrast to the harshness of your surroundings, a soothing melody amidst the chaos.

"You have your reasons, don't you?" he continued, his voice dropping to a soft murmur.  "You and your siblings – cast aside, ignored by the camp that should have put you under its wing? They haven't given you the chance to prove yourself as the warrior I know you are."

His words, laced with a deceptive sweetness, wormed their way into your ears. A flicker of truth resonated within them. Years of being ostracized at Camp Half-Blood, of being overlooked despite your relentless training, boiled up inside you. Luke's words, though spoken by the enemy, held a twisted validity and truth.

"You're strong" he continued, his voice a seductive melody. "And skilled. I've seen you."  He leaned in closer. "And here, with me, I´ll give you that value." His voice was like poison, sweet and tempting, whispering empty promises into your brain.

It was like a starving person being offered a delicious feast, and your loyalty, your very identity, felt like the price of admission.

"Besides," he added casually, leaning back slightly, "I'm sure you'd prefer to stay once I tell you your half-brother's here."

Luke's smirk widened as he noticed the shift in your gaze. "Ah, yes" he hummed, drawing out the word for dramatic effect. "Ethan. A great warrior, I must say."

His fingers continued their absentminded exploration, tracing patterns along your scalp. The touch, though unwelcome, held a strange sense of comfort – a twisted echo of the affection you craved and had never received. It was as if he knew exactly what you needed.

"He told me a lot about you," he murmured, his eyes lingering on your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your defiant stare. "We could say," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper,  "He's a little eager to see you."

You shook your head, the initial wave of surprise receding. "So that's why you wanted me?" you asked, your voice regaining its strength. "Just another little soldier to play with?"

Luke's face hardened for a moment, the playful facade slipping. “Tsk” he clicked his tongue, "It´s not that" he countered, his voice firm. "You're useful," he stated flatly, his voice cold once more. "You're worthy. But you´re blind to your own skills."

He paused, his gaze intense. "I want to show you your value," he whispered.  "I want to show you the power you truly possess."

His hand moved again, his fingers wrapping a loose strand of your hair around his finger, tugging gently. "You´ll only grow stronger with each day under me" he continued, his voice low and seductive.

A flicker of vulnerability crossed your face, a flicker Luke noticed with a triumphant smirk. He was right. You couldn't deny the allure of his offer. Years of neglect at Camp Half-Blood had left a gaping hole in your heart, a yearning for recognition that gnawed at you constantly. There, wherever it is that he was, Luke offered a twisted form of acceptance, a chance to finally prove yourself.

He knew he had you on the ropes. He pulled you closer to the bars, the space between you shrinking to a mere breath.

"You'll explode your potential here, princess" he murmured, his voice a seductive rasp. "You'll never have to feel ignored ever again." And then, he smiled. "Not even by me" he added, the arrogance in his voice grating on your nerves.

Confusion clouded your mind. "What?"

Luke chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "Some birdy told me you had a thing for me," he teased, his eyes sparkling with a dangerous amusement. "Is it true?"

His amusement was evident, a cruel glint dancing in his dark eyes. Memories swirled in your mind – a careless remark made to a friend, a fleeting crush held in the innocence and care of camp back then. You wanted to disappear, to melt into the shadows and escape his mocking gaze.

“Maybe not as much as you having a thing for me, but…” his fingers slowly traveled over the column of your neck, “more like you thinking I’m…” he hummed to himself as he thought of the word, “hot?” he finished, his grin widening with tease.

You remained silent, suddenly too aware of your own presence, and wanting to die of cringing. “See, that’s another reason why I wanted you here” he continued, “I already said it. You’re pretty” And then began a slow, agonizing torture.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, “With those lips,” he begins, “that pretty face,” he murmurs, his hand still trailing a path over your features. “those eyes, that hair...” he whispers, his fingers slowly moving back into your hair, tracing the length of it. But his praises didn’t stop there-

"That neck" he breathed out, needily. He used his thumb to tilt your chin upwards, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. You unconsciously let your eyes flutter shut.

He dared to trail his nails down your neck, a light scratch that sent goosebumps erupting across your skin. The touch, cruel and strangely arousing, left you breathless, stealing a little gasp from your lips.

He seemed to ignore you. "That perfect body" he stated, his voice low and husky, his eyes slowly traveling down your form. His gaze lingered on your curves, sending a flush of heat radiating from within you.

"You're like a little doll" he praised, as if he suddenly was possessed, under a spell. His words felt like a violation, a mockery of your strength and independence.

He let his index finger fall down your sternum, lingering provocatively at the dip between your collarbones, trailing a light path until it rested loosely against your chest. 

"So beautiful" he rasped, his voice laced with desire.  "So delicate."

He leaned just a bit closer. "Made to be touched. And I'm just the person to do it”

A strangled laugh escaped your lips, laced with a mix of disbelief and morbid amusement. "So what?" you scoffed, forcing your voice to remain steady despite the turmoil churning within you. "You want me as a warrior and-, yours?"

A sinister chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down your spine. "Now you're getting it, princess" he whispered, leaning closer so that his warm breath brushed against your cheek. "Be a soldier," he continued, each word a promise, a threat, a seduction rolled into one. "Let me train you. Let me unleash the potential you possess, and make them regret every time they overlooked you” he says.

He paused, his eyes locking onto yours with a fiery intensity. "Let me," he breathed, his voice thick with unspoken desire, "let me touch you, and make you mine."

You remained silent, confusion and strangeness growing inside you. Oh how the tables have turned.

"You're a weapon" he breathed, his voice a near caress. "Sharp as a blade. You're meant to be trained, to be held." His voice dropped to a whisper, sending chills down your spine. "Your skills, your strengths, your body” He paused, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity. "By me."

His words hung heavy in the air, the unspoken threat clear. His grip tightened on the bars, knuckles turning white.

"And I want to hear every little sound that comes out of that pretty mouth you have" he added, his voice returning to its teasing tone. The lustful glint in his eyes was undeniable, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.

"So, what will it be, angel?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Will you join the other side-, and become mine?"

He was playing you, of that you were certain. But a part of you, a part starved for validation, couldn't help but be swayed. The allure of power, the promise of respect, it all shimmered enticingly before you. And then there was him.  The arrogant smirk, the possessiveness that both repelled and intrigued you.

The weight of the situation, the tangled mess of emotions, it was all too much to bear. You wanted it all. The glory of battle, the thrill of power, the acceptance you craved. And Luke, with his seductive promises and unsettling touch, offered it all on a silver platter.

“Yes?” Luke asked, your silence taking more time than necessary.

"Yes," you whispered, the word heavy with betrayal and a strange sense of liberation. "I'm on your side, Luke."

Silence descended, thick and heavy. Then, a slow, sinister smile crept across Luke's face.

"Good girl" he purred, his voice laced with a chilling satisfaction.  "You know what's good for you-,

Welcome to the winning side”

winning side, lol

Loves of my life

Hey! Can I request luke castellan x reader dating headcanons where reader is the daughter of hades and is like, pretty shy unless you know her well?

i am writing this RIGHT NOW give me 2 hours

Regulus being a bitch and Rosekiller being Rosekiller

luke can put backbiter to my chin like that idc

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