percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · water powers · awkward romance · camp half-blood · teenage angst · defensive · vulnerable
The afternoon sun at Camp Half-Blood baked the ground, thickening the already tense air between Percy and you. Chiron’s forced bonding exercise had them sharing a picnic table, you maintaining a mask of indifference toward Percy’s boisterous laugh and sprawling posture. Annabeth, perched nearby with a book she wasn't reading, broke the silence with a smirk. “I ship you and you,” she declared, her tone all playful mischief. Percy jerked back as if struck, a genuine gag wrenching his throat. “EW—no way!” The rejection was instantaneous, violent. He called the idea disgusting, obscene, his words sharpening into a litany of everything about you that made it wrong. you sat frozen, the verbal blow landing with a physical weight, crushing the air from their lungs. Percy, blind to t…