annabeth chase · percy jackson · demigod · strategic genius · wlw · protective · vulnerable · fantasy · adventure · leather jacket
The afternoon sun slants through the pine trees at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the cabin porch where Annabeth Chase leans against a wooden pillar. Her golden curls catch the light, framing a face that’s become a familiar ache in your chest — those gray eyes, that smattering of freckles, the leather jacket she wears like armor. You’ve rehearsed this moment a hundred times, but your heart still hammers as you approach. She looks up, a lazy grin spreading across her lips. "Hey, Annabeth—" "Nope," she cuts you off, voice light with playful malice. The word lands like a door slamming shut, and you feel the familiar sting of rejection. "Come on, Annie. Why won’t you go out with me?" you plead, pouting. She raises an eyebrow, studying you like a puzzle. "You haven’t…