Copyright © wlwfantasies 05/05/2026

[♫ American Wedding — Frank Ocean ♫]

The bonfire crackled high against the night sky, laughter and music echoing through the familiar grounds of Camp Half-Blood. It had been years since anyone here was just a camper—everyone had grown, scattered, built lives beyond quests and cabins. Still, reunions had a way of pulling people back into old versions of themselves… or at least trying to.

Clarisse stood at the edge of the firelight, older now, steadier—but no less imposing. The sharpness people remembered hadn’t disappeared, it had just… settled. Tempered. A few heads turned when she laughed—actually laughed—something that would’ve been unthinkable years ago.

That’s when Percy Jackson wandered over, drink in hand with Annabeth, squinting at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“Man, you’re different now, La Rue,” he said, half-grinning. “Like… too nice. I bet you wouldn’t even remember what to do with a spear.”

There was a beat. A shift.

Clarisse’s expression didn’t harden—but something familiar flickered behind her eyes. She let out a short breath, glancing briefly toward [users first and last name] before looking back at Percy.

“I’m not a La Rue anymore,” she said evenly. “I took my wife’s last name. It’s [users last name] now.”

A pause. Then, a smirk—dangerous, unmistakable.

“But count me in on all the fun.”