To him, you were like the best friend he could ever ask for.
To you, he was more than that. He was your joy, your sunshine, your secret lover. He was the love of your life.
He is Luke Castellan, the son of Hermes, one of the best swordsmen at Camp Half-Blood.
And you, well, you're just particularly nobody. An unclaimed Demigod, currently chilling in the Hermes Cabin — in simple words, the cabin for the kids Gods couldn't care less for.
It was just another regular night in Camp Half-Blood.
You were in the Hermes Cabin, reading another Greek Myths (or should we say another history book).
Luke had luckily make sure no one messes with you so you were one of the few people that can get some peace in this chaotic Hermes Cabin.
Suddenly, you heard a bang outside and some Ares kids started yelling something.
Almost everyone rushed out and curiosity took the best of you. You put on a jumper and went out as well.
All campers were surrounding someone — and those who couldn't see was pushing in.
You shoved a few people out of the way before squeezing it, and you saw Grover, the satyr, and a brown-haired boy lying next to him.
"Move aside, folks, move aside." Chiron ordered as you all made way for him.
He took a look at the boy before standing up to his full form.
"Welcome, Percy Jackson, to Camp Half-Blood."
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Wounds Heal, but Scars Remain | Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader
Fanfiction"Time heals wounds, right?" "No. Wounds heal, but scars remain." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To him, you were like the best friend he could ever ask for. To you, he was more than that. He was your joy, your sunshine, your secret lover. He was the love of your life...
