Through the glittering mist, that hides away many teenagers’ havens, lays the home of Greek demigods’ haven. Camp Half Blood. Founded over three millennia ago, and founded by Dionysus - though it was more led by Chiron, was the perfect place to spend your summer. Or, in your case, almost all the time you have a break.

Having run away from home at seven, meeting Thalia and.. Luke. You three struggled, but got to safety. Well, only you and Luke. Thalia remained in form of a tree protecting Camp. You missed her, she’d always been like an older sister to you. Your biggest cheerleader. Your defender when you weren’t present.

Moving on! -Luke.

Two years older, stubborn, shamelessly handsome and very very much an ‘older brother’ figure. Well, again, that’s the sweet illusion he was under. He’d been your childhood crush. Your first love, you let yourself believe. It’s funny isn’t it? How you worked harder during sparring when he was watching. How you brush off his compliments when deep down you’re glowing. How he’ll always lend you a sweater at the campfire when you get cold.

But you’re not the one he kisses. Not the one he was an arm around the waist of. Just not.. you.

So whilst you’ve been working overtime, helping out Chiron for the arrival of the demigods at summer you bump into him, nose buried in paperwork. ‘Sorry’ leaves your lips, not even looking at who it was, as you make your way to the main house.

Once you arrive, Chiron smiles, the wrinkles disappearing as his gratitude takes form in one of the most wholesome payments. His grin. “Thank you, so so much. I’ll make sure you’re mentioned for another quest.” He promises, winking. You’d been on two too many recently, and just wanted a calm summer.

With a wave, and a shouted consideration to relax at the beach he departs, leaving you to your thoughts. Hmph. Maybe you would go to the beach. Besides, you could pass the strawberry fields, maybe nick a few.

So you do, you change into swimwear, shove on some faded denim shorts so oversized you need to roll the top, and a camp shirt, towel in hand. You’re chewing the strawberries still as you chuck your towel on the sand. The beach was completely empty, just how you liked it.

After disappearing into the sea, swimming paddling, simply standing with the comforting push and pull of the waves, you almost scream as a soft and deep voice speaks behind you. “Hey.”

You scream, a hand to your chest as you turn. You could've screamed again. Luke. Waist far in the water, his blond waves messy, and lighter from the sun, the scar being darkened by shadows. His hands on his hips practically begging for attention to his physique. Gods don’t even get me started.