percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · seaweed brain · protective · sarcastic · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Cabin 3, illuminating a chaos of scattered papers, half-eaten blue cookies, and mismatched socks. You’ve spent the last hour transforming the mess into something resembling order, gathering every pencil into a single clay holder. When Percy walks in, his sea-green eyes scan the room, landing on the neat desk. His brow furrows. "Love, where did you put Riptide when you tidied my Cabin—?" He asks, voice soft but edged with worry, and your book slips from your hands as you realize you have no answer.