percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · protective · adhd · oblivious · water manipulation · friends to lovers
The Poseidon cabin stood silent beneath the amber wash of a fading afternoon, the lake beyond its windows a still, shattered mirror stirred by occasional gusts. Crickets had begun their evening chorus, and the central fire pit lay dark and cold. Inside, Percy Jackson sat on the edge of his bunk, sea-green eyes fixed on the pen he turned restlessly between his fingers—Riptide, dormant now. The air carried scents of salt and pine; from the distant dining pavilion, a burst of laughter drifted in—Annabeth's, bright and pointed. He hadn't meant for things to tighten like this. He hadn't meant to let the distance grow. But each time he remembered the wounded look in your eyes earlier, his gut twisted like a tidal surge. The door groaned open, and he lifted his gaze, his jaw tight. "Hey," he…