Dark desires (Luke Castellan x Reader

Part 1

Your P.O.V:

Gently, the wind whistles through your (h/l), (h/c) hair and you exhale. So far, your life had been really screwed up.You had lived with your horrible younger brother and slightly abusive father who was ignorant towards your feelings. You were the 'weird kid', the girl with ADHD and dyslexia, the girl who had angry temper problems, who girl who set things on fire when you were infuriated or immensely emotional. Your only friend was this short brunette boy with chocolate brown eyes, called Carlos. He turned out to be a satyr, and had transported you to Camp Half-Blood. You loved it; people who were all like you and you turned out to have an exceptional way with a sword. After you had totally frazzled the Ares, Aphrodite and Apollo cabins in Capture the Flag last summer, your mother Hecate - goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, the moon's magical properties and crossroads - had claimed you. You were the child of a minor goddess, so you were stuck in the Hermes cabin, but you gained plenty of recognition.

By then, Percy Jackson (son of Poseidon), Annabeth Chase (daughter of Athena) and Thalia Grace (daughter of Zeus) became your close friends, as you had carried the opposing team's flag the summer you were against the Ares, Aphrodite and Apollo cabins across the line to win the game. So far, you adored Camp Half-Blood to death. But you were still angered by the sassy Aphrodite bitches who called you a 'destructive, hideous volcano'.

So, every once in a while you would visit this cliff near the camp. You always felt more calm and collected. While you were here, you met Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. People said he was a traitor, you called it someone who stood up for what they thought was right. You also had a slight crush on him. He had sky-blue eyes and sandy-coloured hair. He had told you the story about his dragon scar, his business with Kronos and how he had left the camp. You could see where he was coming from, as he hated his father and ran away from home at nine. From then on, he began to visit more often.

Right now, you hoped he would come. You were in the bitchiest possible mood right now. This Apollo kid had shot arrows at you, claiming it was just bad aim albeit everyone knew children of Apollo had deadly accuracy. You were so outraged right now, you felt the ground heating up beneath you.

"So, Witch Girl in a bad mood, huh?" An all too familiar voice crows.

You whip round to see the cocky, sharp features of Luke Castellan. Breathing a sigh of relief, you smile at the nickname he had recently given you.

"Hi to you too, Castellan." You quip, just as quickly.

"Um . . . " He stands next to you, staring out to sea. "What happened that made you so pissed?"

Exasperated, your forehead creases, remembering the stupid Apollo spawn. "Some demigod shot arrows at me . . . then blamed it on bad aim."

Luke raises an eyebrow. "What is with Hecate kids that get them mad so easily?"

If this was anyone else, you'd have shrunk them down to minuscule size and stamped on them. Or you would have chainsaw-ed them.

Either way.

But this wasn't 'anyone else'. This was the one and only Luke Castellan, one of the very few people who even attempted to understand you. Instead, you just sigh and glance at his face.

"Hey, (Name)?"

"Mm?"

"Can I ask you something? Something . . . you know . . . personal?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Do you think . . . maybe . . . that people tease you and bully you because of your parent?"

You snort at his slight stupidity. "Of course. Heck, even my own family judged me because of my mother. Dad would always spoil (Brother's Name), and ignore me. As a kid, I would hear him whisper to himself about how '(Name)'s such a mistake' and 'Hecate should have kept her'. He sometimes even locked me in a closet and leave me for hours on end. And even when I was in an actual room (which was rarely) I would cry myself to sleep.
Whenever my grandparents came over, they'd dump all these expensive presents on my brother, and give me these dirty scowls that I never understood back then. Now, thinking back on it, I had no friends.

In a history class, we were learning about Greek mythology. There were all the gods and goddesses, even the ones not from Olympus. When Hecate was introduced, and her destructive children, the kids muttered about how I was probably a Hecate child.

Only Carlos, the satyr, listened and actually cared.

Then I was sent here. I loved it, aside all the people who didn't acknowledge my existence. The Stoll brothers were also cool, and were quite funny.

Now, I seriously am shocked at how messed up my life is."

It takes Luke a minute to soak up your brief autobiography.

What happens next is something very unexpected.

He has his muscular arms wrapped round you, encasing you in a firm, comforting hug. You blush a furious, livid claret, despite Luke not doing anything too touchy-touchy.

Slowly, he lifts his head to your ear, and quietly whispers, "It's OK. I understand you perfectly."

You melt into the hug, and bury your face into his shoulder.

Soon, though, he breaks the close encounter, with a typical smirk.

"Witch Girl has a broken background - sort of." He grins. "You know, I have a past faintly like that, too. My human parent was kind of messed up as well after being with my godly parent."

You smile at him. "I've heard the stories, Luke. You ran away from home at nine, found Thalia and Annabeth, Grover tried to lead you back to camp, a cyclops brutally murdered Thalia and Annabeth and you went back to camp with Grover."

Sheepishly, he grins. "What can I say? No one can forget me."

This makes you laugh. Luke has always made you chuckle in pure bliss.

Secretly - though he'd never admit it - Luke adored your laugh, and strove to make you smile as often as he could.

"(Name), has all that pain ever wanted you to attack something mercilessly or do something terrible; something you know you'd regret, but do it regardless?" He suddenly says, stopping your happiness instantly.

"Yes. Many times. I've wanted to just go find my mother and shout at her, challenge her, pummel her and just basically have a go at her. Maybe even have revenge on Olympus, for some reason. You could call them my 'dark desires'." You reply simply.

"We're alike, you and I." Luke points out, staring straight at your vivid (e/c) eyes.

Under his gaze, you squirm.

He chuckles at this. "Bit impatient and fidgety, aren't we?"

Without any warning, he dives in and kisses you.

Your eyes widen, your cheeks are dusted with a violent scarlet and your mind goes asdfghjklskkdjfhh. But, you brush this off and kiss him back. His lips are so silky soft, you could stay kissing them for hours, if you could. He winds his arms round your waist, and hoists you up, trying to keep you there.

You already have your arms round his neck.

To your extreme annoyance, he halts the kiss abruptly.

He snickers at your questioning puppy gaze.

"Oh, (Name)! You're a little predictable."

"You're so cruel!"

"I know. Look, (Name), I love you. I did since I came here to see you. I was scared to tell you in case you didn't return my feelings and brushed me off and -"

You stop him by crushing his lips with yours. "You talk too much!"

It's his turn to flush a furious shade of red.

The next fifteen minutes are spent with him kissing you and whispering sweet 'I love you's into your ear between lip locks.

All the while, your dark desires evaporate.