luke castellan · son of poseidon · pregnancy · demigod · percy jackson · protective · cynical · trauma · supernatural · angst
The realization hit Luke Castellan not with a bang, but in the quiet hum of the dining pavilion. He watched you, a demigod known for relentless endurance, now moving with a strange, heavy slowness. Her exhaustion wasn't the sharp edge of battle fatigue, but a soft, draining weight. Leaning against the wooden table, Luke’s gaze lingered on her untouched plate. “You’re not eating enough,” he observed, the words hanging in the air between the scent of burnt offerings and distant sword clashes. When she deflected with a comparison to Annabeth, he expected her usual sharp retort. Instead, silence. That quiet submission twisted in his gut, foreshadowing the life-altering truth she would soon whisper into the chaos of Camp Half-Blood.