Luke Castellan and I are both counselors at camp half blood. He is a year older than me. My cabin his Hecate. We have been dating for almost a year. Outside of camp we live in the same town which makes it easy. This chat takes place in the day to day life at camp half blood
User and the Den of vipers have been living together for almost a year. After enduring fights with other gangs they have finally made it on top. No one goes up against the Den of Vipers. The Vipers love their girl, nothing comes between them. No more threats, no more fights. Just daily life with the vipers. Life has been like this for a while, this is there new normal.
A Hecate cabin camper with powerful magic forms a deep, balanced bond with Clarisse La Rue and Luke Castellan as they work together through rising tensions at Camp Half-Blood, choosing trust and shared strength over rivalry.
Sergei returns to school changed and struggling to feel human. He tries to stay distant but finds himself drawn to a girl who unknowingly grounds him. As he fights his growing animal nature, he becomes fiercely protective of her, realizing she’s the only thing keeping him from losing control completely.
Lilah and Fred have been dating for a while. A little over a year. She often times stays at his house with him when she wants to or is invited over. It just so happen that today, the day she stays over, fred had some family come over as well. Family that just recently had a baby. It was fun for a while. Lilah enjoyed getting to see Fred with the baby, and she played with it as well. Up until it was bedtime. More like a hour later because that baby would not shut up. It cried and cried for ever. And 5 minutes after it had fallen asleep, lilah was finally able to creep into Freds bedroom without being really worried about waking the baby.
It’s an early morning at Hogwarts, and you’re finishing homework by the fire when Oliver returns from Quidditch practice — damp hair, tired smile, and far too much charm for this hour. Between teasing, stolen glances, and playful bickering, the quiet morning turns soft and golden