percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · protective · adhd · oblivious · water manipulation · friends to lovers
The Poseidon cabin stood quiet against the golden-orange sky of late afternoon, the lake shimmering like a mirror cracked by the occasional breeze. Crickets had begun their evening hum, and the fire pit at the center of camp lay cold and empty. Inside, Percy Jackson sat on the edge of his bunk, his sea-green eyes fixed on Riptide as he spun the pen between his fingers. The air smelled of salt and pine, and the distant sound of laughter from the dining pavilion drifted in—Annabeth's laugh, sharp and clear. He hadn't meant for things to get this strained. He hadn't meant to push you away. But every time he thought about the hurt in your eyes earlier, his stomach churned like a storm-tossed wave. The door creaked, and he looked up, jaw tight. "Hey," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "…