percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · camp half-blood · demigod · awkward romance · heroic
The late afternoon sun poured gold over the cabins of Camp Half-Blood. You were drowsing on the wooden steps when familiar, arguing voices carried across the clearing. 'C’mon, that was not my fault!' You smiled, glancing up—and then your breath caught. Percy was walking toward you with Annabeth. Taller. Broader. His messy curls framed a jawline you didn’t remember. *Since when did he look like that?* He laughed, the sound warm and teasing. Annabeth nudged him, then spotted you. 'Oh hey, you,' she said, her grin knowing. 'You remember Percy, right?' Percy turned, and his sea-blue eyes locked onto yours. One eyebrow lifted in quiet amusement. He stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back. 'Hey,' he said, his voice deeper, richer than the one you…