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he always gives you the bigger half of his sandwiches. it started as a joke, he’d hold up the halves, as if he was weighing them before giving you the bigger half. “you could use a little more meat on your bones” before he gave you the biggest half. “okay asshole” you said, giggling a bit.

it became a routine. now, everytime you’re sitting on a bench or sprawled out on the grass, you hold your hand out, resting it on his lap and automatically the weight of the sandwich fills your hand. he teases you about it every time, smirking when you glare at him. you call him an ass, shove him with your shoulder, but you still eat it.

sometimes he’d peel the crust off, because he knows you won’t eat it anyway. it’s almost infuriating how sweet it is. one time, he tried trading with you, giving you the smaller half and you practically growled at him. you both laughed so hard you practically dropped your lunch in the dirt. he told you to shut up, you said something quippy back. but the grin didn’t leave either of your faces for the rest of the afternoon.

he picks the lint off of your shirts, hoodies, sweats. but it’s not a one time thing, it’s almost every time you see eachother. waiting for drills to start, standing around after sparring, leaning against the fence before dinner, he’ll reach out and grab your sleeve, collar, hood. it’d be fine if he didn’t let his hands drop slightly lower than they needed to, he’s so casual about it too, as if it’s no big deal that he’s feeling you up in broad daylight. “you had something there” he says, all innocent, flicking off imaginary fuzz. you tell him to knock it off but you never actually step away and he never actually stops.

early morning trainings are the worst, cold, foggy, too early for your brain to function. until you see luke, trudging towards you with two coffees in hand. “you’re my favorite” you mumble as he nudges the coffee cup into your chest. he always makes sure yours has more sugar, makes sure it’s piping hot. sometimes you catch him watching you sip it, like he’s making sure it’s good enough. “y’know i could’ve gotten it myself” “yeah, but you wouldn’t have gotten out of bed if the promise of coffee wasn’t on the table.” he’s not wrong, you hate that he knows that.

so you’re standing there, half a pb&j in your hand, half drunken coffee into your other, wearing his hoodie zipped over you camp tee after an early morning training because he “thought you looked cold”. you’re bickering about absolutely nothing, like who forgot to refill who’s water bottle or who’s fault it was you lost your pen when a camper wanders up to you guys.

“are you guys like.. dating?” he asks, genuinely curious. you and luke tense up, the kid squints. you can feel how warm luke’s arm is as his is brushing yours. “no!” you both blurt out. the kid shrugs, muttering something oddly sounding like “weird” under his breathe. you stare off into space, looking at your sandwich. luke’s looking at you, but your too busy pretending your not looking at him too.

you clear your throat. “we’re not dating.. right?” “right. just friends.” he says, nodding way too quick. “absolutely platonic.” “right?” “right.” you both nod again, but for some reason it feels like your hearts are doing the exact opposite.

(a/n : yay another luke fic, i actually don’t know wether or not to call it a fic or a blurb but yk! have fun gooners)

୨ৎ 📍camp half-blood, half-blood hill, farm road 3.141. long island, new york 11954.

need i say more? it’s been my home since i was only nine years old, and i find myself going there every summer, without any fail. it’s home to demigods, naiads, satyrs, nymphs, dryads etc. from thalia’s tree at the border to the amphitheater where the apollo kids lead the sing-along, everything about it is home. hades doesn't have a cabin, nor does persephone. even if they did, no one knows i’m their child anyway. so, i’m a cabin 11 resident.

taking dips in the river at night with the naiads as company while trying to dodge the harpies, teaching the younger campers swordfighting with jungwon but nearly taking out his right eye.. oops! then having to bandage him up in the infirmary, helping the dryads in the woods, practicing ancient greek with annabeth, sneaking out of the camp with the stolls but getting caught, trying to learn how to skate from percy and miserably failing, spilling all the tea with silena to clarisse as she swats at us to go away, helping the hekate kids do tarot reading, bothering annabeth and jungwon with percy, bandaging reckless little shits after they played with death in the infirmary, screaming pop songs with the aphrodite cabin while trying to drag ethan into the propaganda

coming up with song lyrics for our band with jungwon, watching grover sing to the strawberries in the field with the demeter kids and helping them grow weed different types of plants, going feral over capture the flag, silena trying to teach drew, rin, and i how to waltz, making blue cookies with percy, trying to convince mr d to let us install wifi (HE SAID YES HELL YEAH), looking after the dozens of cats we have courtesy of the hekate kids, talking to charlie about fixing my magical weapon (my bracelet), playing dnd with cabin six, stuffing my mouth with food and laughing with my cabin mates, offering food to hades, persephone, hestia, zagreus, melinoê, makaira, tyche, hekate, artemis, apollo, dionysus, and anyone else i feel like.

(1) bag: my pride and joy. while i have many purses, i use this bag almost everyday. it has tons of pockets for all my knick knacks, and room for questing equipment.

(2) bag charm: fluttershy skullpanda bag charm, that sometimes gets switched out for applejack because they are my goats

(3) keys: hardly used because im a passenger princess but it still has to be cute obviously ;)

(4) wallet: oh she hates to see me coming, i may have a spending problem because retail therapy is realllll.

(5) phone: bless hephaestus for making demigod safe phones because i fear i am not an unplugged baddie

(6) headphones: the reason i am not an unplugged baddie, they are always on.

(7) oracle cards: you never know when a reading needs to be done, plus they are so prettyyyy

(8) book: current read is ariadne by jennifer saint, but its a revolving door of greek mythology retellings or fantasy

(9) planner: because who would this type a, overthinker and anxious girl be without her planner

(10) digicam: my literal baby, who has pictures of me at all stages of life

(11) wired earbuds: for the very off chance that my heaphones are dead

(12) chargers: just in case!

(13) hygiene/makeup bag and compact mirror: for touch up's, and emergencies

(14) weapon: obviously not loose in the bag... but i have something with me at all times, because unfortunately you never know when a monster may jump out at you

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