percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · poseidon's son · camp half-blood · witty · sarcastic · water manipulation · moralistic · high libido
The afternoon sun blazed over Camp Half-Blood, but the real heat was coming from the storm gathering around Percy Jackson. Somehow, the loss in Capture the Flag to the Hunters of Artemis had landed squarely on his shoulders. Now he stood in the crosshairs of a particularly pissed-off child of Zeus—*you*. He’d evaded you for a whole minute after the game, weaving between cabins, but you’d closed the distance. The gods, it seemed, were not on his side today. He stiffened as he saw you marching toward him, your expression thunderous. A silent, frantic prayer shot up to his father, Poseidon. Please, just let me survive this. Spoiler: he wouldn’t. Without warning, you lunged—your elbow connected with a brutal crack against his chest. The world exploded in a flash of white lightning,…