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let’s meet again, yoo joonghyuk.
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I am hungry
I have been hungry
I was born hungry
What do I need?
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it's getting bad when i gotta relearn digital art to make fanart 😭😭😭
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GROWING UP. ( young and beautiful, lana del rey / nothing new, taylor swift + phoebe bridgers / working for the knife, mitski / first love/late spring, mitski / nothing new, taylor swift + phoebe bridgers / ribs, lorde / nothing new, taylor swift + phoebe bridgers )
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i’d give it just to give
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I bet on losing dogs - mitski // deborah williams
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Luke Castellan and Persephone!Child (I know she doesn’t canonically have Demi-god kids but I feel like it fits well) with a story similar to Eurydice and Orpheus’s sad tale.
thank you so much for your request, it acc ties in really well to a fic idea ive had for a while, so i was so excited to see this in my inbox!!
Circle
MASTERLIST
word count: 1800
pairing: luke castellan x persephone!reader
warnings: death, minor depictions of violence, angst
a/n: partly inspired by the request, partly by mitski's song 'circle' honestly i think it made this extra gut-wrenching. hope you all enjoy!
'Nobody knows my lover, is buried underground.'
When Luke Castellan received his quest, everyone knew who he would pick to take with him.
Immediately, he turned to you, flashing you a bright grin, and beckoning you towards him. You laughed, wading through the crowd to your lover, smiling brightly all the way.
The rest of camp half blood rolled their eyes fondly at the pair of you, and just how disgustingly in love you were.
It had been like this ever since you arrived at camp half blood, mere months after Luke himself.
You’d been escorted to the Hermes cabin by one of the older campers, and sat down on a bunk bed. You had looked around the place, lost, confused, and homesick.
And then a boy stepped up to you, asking how you were, what your name was. And gods, even at the age of 14, you knew he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. Luke thought the same about you.
He was so drawn to you, he couldn’t stay away.
Now, even 4 years later, nothing had changed.
He was openly enraptured by you, just as Hades was with your mother. He was never seen without you by his side, so of course he’d pick you to bring on his first quest.
A few days later, you set off, Luke’s half-brother, Chris Rodriguez in tow. Everything started off well, you’d managed to locate someone to tell you where the Garden of Hesperides was, in order to retrieve the golden apple that you had been sent for.
On the way there, you hardly encountered any monsters. You lived comfortably, even if you slept in motels every night, and dined on gas station food.
It all went downhill when you finally reached the garden.
You and Chris stood guard whilst Luke stepped towards the tree, no sword in his hand. You kept your spear gripped tightly in your hand, should he awake the dragon sleeping at his feet.
He eventually reached the foot of the tree, taking a deep breath before reaching up into the branches, and trying to snag one of the apples. Meanwhile, you didn’t take your eyes off the dragon, watching it for any sign of movement.
And when it finally opened its dark eye, looking up at Luke, you ran forward, sprinting towards it with your spear outstretched to stab it.
But you weren’t fast enough, and it turned, slashing a talon across your chest, and sending you collapsing onto the ground, blood soaking into your shirt.
Luke darted towards you and in his rush, he wasn’t able to avoid the sharp tail of the dragon whipping across his face, leaving a fine cut all the way down it.
He ignored the biting pain, barely able to register it when all he could see was you, lying on the floor, a pool of blood encircling you.
“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered, patting your cheek gently, cradling your body to his chest, “You’re gonna be alright, yeah? Just open your eyes for me baby.”
You struggled to do as he asked, looking up at your lover with confused eyes.
“You-” You coughed, “You have to go. It’s over for me. Gonna go see mom.”
“No, no. Gotta stay with me. We can get through this.” He cried, brushing his thumbs across your face.
“I- I- I love y-you. W-we’ll s-see each other ag-gain.” You did your best to smile, and while all you wanted to do was reach up and hold his face, you found you didn’t have the strength to do so.
He continued to cry and beg you to come back, but it was all for nothing, you’d gone silent, and your eyes were all still.
And then vines began to wrap around your body, pulling you into the earth, down towards Persephone, your mother.
Luke kept crying as they took you away from him, leaving nothing but your camp necklace behind.
“Hey, man, we gotta go.” He heard Chris call, and he whipped his head around to berate him, until he saw his half-brother was currently in combat with the dragon that had killed you.
He was right, they had to go.
He scooped your camp necklace off of the ground, and ran towards his brother, who detached from his fight with the dragon to run away from the garden. Luke followed after him, tears streaming down his face the whole way.
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When Luke got back to camp, he was different. Numb.
Annabeth ran up to him when they descended the hill, a bright smile on her face at her older brother's return. It faded slightly when she saw you weren’t right beside him.
“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, looking around as if you’d pop out from nowhere.
“Gone.” Was all Luke could manage to say, pulling his little sister in for a hug he so desperately needed, confirmation that at least she was still here.
For the next few months, he barely left the Hermes cabin, only ever going down to the amphitheatre in the early hours of the morning, where he could be seen slashing recklessly at wooden dummies left right and centre.
He didn’t know how to live without you. He always thought you’d be with him forever. He had this vision that together you would grow old, and would die while sitting on some front porch, holding hands as you went at the same moment.
Now he realised that it was a pipedream. You were demigods, it was never going to work out like that.
But he couldn’t go on living like this. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning if you weren’t beside him. So he formed his plan, to go down to the underworld and retrieve you himself.
His father was the god of travellers, and your mother was the queen of the underworld. It could work.
So he travelled to the entrance to the underworld, your camp necklace in his hands, and prayed. First to your mother, asking for an audience, and second to his father, asking for use of his access to the underworld. It was the first time he had ever asked Hermes for anything, and if this worked, it would probably be the last. He’d never want for anything again if it meant you were with him again.
And it did work. The gate opened to him, a long staircase down into the darkness. Luke descended quickly; he didn’t want to keep Persephone, or you for that matter, waiting.
He soon found himself pushing through crowds of lost souls, keeping a look out for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He then turned his attention back to reaching Persephone’s throne, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally found himself at the foot of it, looking up at the goddess herself.
“You requested an audience with me, Mr Castellan. I hope this is not about my daughter.” Persephone said sternly, looking down at the demigod, her fears confirmed when she saw the string of beads clutched in his hands.
“It is, but-”
“There’s no buts. I can’t do anything about your predicament. It is not within my jurisdiction.” She declared, her voice growing regretful, “My daughter is in Elysium, and that’s where she must stay.”
“My lady, I understand that this is difficult for you. But we both know Y/N… died before her time. She would want to come back. She deserves to have a life.”
“And you would give that to her?”
“Yes.”
“And you would protect her, better than I can?”
Luke gulped, “Just as well.”
The goddess sighed, and muttered, almost to herself, “We have had this problem before, persuasive mortals and their tales of love. Let’s see if you can fare any better, Luke Castellan.”
“I will release my only daughter from the underworld, on one condition. As you lead her back into the world of the living, you mustn’t look back at her. She will be following you, trust me on that, demigod.”
“And if I do? Look back?”
“Then you will never see her again. Not in your world, nor mine,” She looked down at him once again, a sad look in her eyes, “Now go, exit through the fields of asphodel, she will follow you from there.”
Luke nodded firmly, and turned back around, returning the way he came, smiling more brightly than he had in months.
He was going to see his Y/N again, all he had to do was not look back at her, how difficult could that be?
He pushed his way back through the fields of asphodel, keeping a tight hold of her camp beads. As soon as they reached the surface, he would string them around her neck again. He’d be able to hold her face in his palms, to kiss her, to hug her. Everything would be alright again.
As he returned to the staircase, he felt a rush of wind behind him. It had to be her. Then, to confirm his suspicions, he heard soft footsteps on the stone staircase. Luke smiled to himself once again, wishing so desperately that he could greet her, but not wanting to break Persephone’s rules.
He continued up the staircase for what felt like hours, it was definitely taking him a lot longer this time. The thing that kept him going was your footsteps behind him, a reminder that you were still there, following after him.
Until they stopped, right as he became able to see the light coming from the living world above him.
He paused for a moment, listening out for you. But he couldn’t hear anything besides his panting breaths and the odd screech of a harpy.
Luke began to grow worried, a pit forming in his stomach, but he kept climbing the stairs. Persephone told him you’d be following, she wouldn’t lie, would she?
Or maybe it was all some elaborate joke. Fortune hadn’t been on his side recently.
Maybe he should check. Just a peek, it couldn’t hurt, could it? What was so wrong about him looking back anyway, why shouldn���t he want to see his lover, the girl he would do anything for?
So he did. He turned, to look over his shoulder.
And of course, you were right behind him, just like your mother said you would.
At first you looked joyful to see him, and then your face fell in horror as you realised what he had done. You reached out to touch him, to hold on, but you couldn’t quite reach. And then you felt yourself being pulled back, away from him.
Luke watched on in horror as you fell back into the abyss.
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⌒⌒ㅤwhy not me?
ㅤ꒰ㅤ⚊ㅤ𓍯ㅤ⊹ㅤ𝅄
﹒ ⮡ washing machine heart by mitski
if i fail 𓈒 ໒ ◞ ◟ 𑁬 ⑅
𐔌 i'll fall .ᐟ
﹒ ⮡ oh no! by marina
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my doomed yuri
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mitski - i’m your man
“wolves go after an injured deer, it is the nature of the beast” mind blowing stuff. anyway
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"i'm your man" by mitski reminds me of this scene (you believe me like a god)
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#mitski reference#coquette#girlblogger#mitski#mitski lyrics#lyrics#fiona apple#lana del rey#pinterest girl#girlblogging#ultraviolence#lizzy grant#girl interrupted syndrome#female hysteria#ethel cain
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i am hungry
i have been hungry
i was born hungry
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It's genuinely crazy how you can relate any Mitski song to Crosshair.
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laura palmer’s bedroom - twin peaks // the last words of a shooting star - mitski
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