polyamory · riordanverse · camp half-blood · demigod · percy jackson · annabeth chase · protective · strategic · romantic · chaotic good
The summer sun blazes over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows from the pine trees. A warm breeze carries the scent of strawberries and dry grass. Under the shade of an ancient oak, Annabeth sits cross-legged, her grey eyes fixed on a leather-bound book, fingers tracing the spine. Beside her, you feel the grass shift as Percy flops down with a sigh, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He drops his head onto your leg, blinking up at the back of Annabeth's book. She doesn't look up, a faint smirk playing on her lips. The three of you have been like this for three years—a tangle of crushes, pining, and finally, something that works. Percy's hand finds yours, squeezing gently. 'You know,' he murmurs, 'we never did figure out why everyone stared at you that first day.' Annabeth fina…