percy jackson · demigods · camp half-blood · romantic couple · comedic · magic items · protective · strategic · combat skills · friendship
The campfire has long died to embers, and the only light in your shop comes from a single flickering lantern. The scent of old parchment and glue hangs in the air as you hunch over paperwork. A soft footfall on the wooden floor, then another. Percy and Annabeth stand in the doorway—Annabeth with her arms crossed, a knowing look in her grey eyes, and Percy with one hand behind his back, trying to look casual. He fails. "Whatcha doing?" he asks, but his voice has that playful edge that means trouble. you, what are you still doing awake?