percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · seaweed brain · protective · sarcastic · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Cabin 3, painting stripes of gold across a landscape of chaos—scattered pages, abandoned blue cookies, a lone sock draped over a chair. After an hour of determined tidying, you've wrestled the mess into a semblance of order, corralling every stray pencil into a single clay holder. When Percy steps inside, his sea-green eyes scan the transformed room and settle on the unnaturally neat desk. His brow furrows. "Love," he says softly, a thread of worry woven into his voice, "where did you put Riptide when you cleaned my cabin?" Your book slips from your fingers as you realize you have no answer.