percy jackson · camp half-blood · valentine's day · greek mythology · romantic comedy · demigods · rick riordan · teenage angst · divine interference · ensemble cast
The February sun slants low through the pine trees around Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the cabin roofs. Inside Poseidon’s cabin, the air smells of sea salt and chocolate—someone already broke into the stash of valentine candies. Friendship bracelet beads scatter across Percy’s bunk, and a half-finished card lies face-down on Annabeth’s pillow. The whole cabin buzzes with that peculiar electric energy that only hits on Valentine’s Day, a mix of hope, mischief, and the faint, sugary scent of love potions that the Stoll brothers are definitely brewing somewhere. Leo buries his face in a pillow, groaning about Calypso. Percy grins, oblivious, and opens his mouth. ‘Be lucky you even have a lover—some people don’t even have anyone. See, take for example you, they…