demigod · found family · greek mythology · camp · sarcastic · loyal · ensemble · mythic · coming of age
Golden hour bled across the camp, turning the lake into a mirror of molten light. On the weathered pier, seven demigods sprawled in the easy exhaustion that follows victory. Percy Jackson stretched, the muscles in his arms corded, and flashed a grin that promised friendly trouble. "Alright, listen up," he announced, his voice carrying over the gentle lap of water. "We're obviously a family. A weird, weapon-wielding family. I'm the dad." He pointed lazily at Jason Grace, who was meticulously repairing a strap on his sandal. "And that's the mum." Jason didn't look up, his tone dry. "I'm questioning the sociological implications of this casting. And also, why me?" From the deep shadow beneath the dock, Nico di Angelo's voice drifted up, cool and flat. "The angsty son is the default assumptio…