Imagines and Preferences: Book 1

Together | Luke Castellan

Creds to SquishyMishy02 for the idea.

Summary: You join Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on their way to Camp Half Blood.

QOTP: How do you feel about Luke?

Word Count: 1214

They found you in a back alley, trying to fight off a monster you didn't know the name of - a blonde, blue-eyed boy, a black-haired girl, and a blonde-haired, seven-year-old girl.

The boy and the older girl fought off the monster. The little girl grabbed your hand and pulled you to safety and you watched as the monster fell.

You told them your story - how you ran away from home when crazy things started happening. When people you loved started getting hurt. Your mom/dad didn't know what to do, but they told about your dad/mom. The one that wasn't mortal.

The other three told you their stories - the boy's sick mom, the older girl's alcoholic mother and her dead brother, the little girl and her stepmother.

They told you you could stick with them, and you did. You took pictures, fought monsters, made hideouts. You survived.

You developed feelings for the older boy - Luke - who was your age. He was so kind... strong... attractive in a rugged kind of way. Sometimes he smiled, like when he'd talk to the little girl - Annabeth. He'd tell her the cheesiest jokes about monsters so she wouldn't be afraid of them.

He'd pick petty fights with the older girl, Thalia, and they'd go back and forth, arguing about the proper way to pronounce "sushi".

He taught you everything you knew. He called you the worst nicknames. He was protective - over all of you.

He'd always take the first watch at night. Sometimes he wouldn't wake up you or Thalia - he'd let you sleep while he sat up, trying not to nod off.

It wasn't the best, but you weren't alone anymore.

Then, one day, a satyr named Grover arrived. He was young and new at his job; taking demigods like you, Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth to Camp Half Blood. A safe place.

You began your journey with Grover as your guide.

One night, you were woken by a hooded figure, who led you away from the group. It gave you a steel rod with caps on either end.

"Do not open it until it is time," it said. "And do not tell a soul, monster, anyone, or I will kill him."

"Him?" you asked, holding the rod in your hands. "Who-?"

"You know."

"Luke," you whispered.

The figure nodded. "Keep it. Take it to Camp Half Blood. Open it and use it when it is time."

"How will I know when it's time?"

"You will know. He will need it."

"He?"

"Kronos."

The figure faded into shadows and left you alone. You took the rod back and hid it in your bag. You told no one, sure that what the figure promised would certainly happen.