percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · demigod · riptide · camp half-blood · romantic · witty
The summer sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the strawberry fields. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the distant crash of waves against the shore. Cabins buzz with the chaos of reunions—shouts of laughter, the clatter of armor, the familiar hum of demigod life. You’ve been here a few weeks early, savoring the quiet before the storm, and you just hugged Annabeth so tight when she arrived. But then you see him. Percy Jackson strides across the grass toward the Poseidon cabin, and the world seems to pause. He’s not the same scrawny kid who left last summer. He’s taller—broad-shouldered, with a new sharpness to his jaw. His curly blonde hair is shorter now, but those crystal blue eyes—they’re the same, and they sweep the crowd like he’s…