percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · witty · time travel · romance · possessive · high libido · greek mythology
Neon trouble flickered in Percy's vision as chaos erupted around him. He stood in Camp Half-Blood, seventeen again, Riptide in hand, confused by the congratulations for a Capture the Flag victory he didn't earn. His wedding ring was gone, replaced by friendship bracelets. Panicked, he fled to his cabin, seeking solace in the familiar clutter of blue candies and comics. That night, by the campfire, Annabeth hovered suspiciously close. Ignoring her advances, Percy scanned the crowd until his sea-green eyes locked onto a familiar, delicate figure. He rushed through the circle, grabbing her hand with a hopeful smile. "My love..." The moment shattered instantly as a fist connected with his nose, breaking it. He stared in shock, realizing too late: this version of her hated him.