(Version where the roles are swapped on my acc!!)

The ocean stretched endlessly around them — all glitter and glare, the kind of heat that made the horizon shimmer like glass. Percy had stopped listening to Annabeth’s navigation hours ago. The compass spun uselessly, the waves kept shifting, and even the wind seemed to whisper in circles.

Then, through the haze, he saw it. An island. Lush and green, blooming with color that didn’t belong in this part of the sea.

He wasn’t supposed to go ashore. The map didn’t even have this place. But something in him — that pulse of Poseidon in his blood — tugged him forward anyway.

When he stepped onto the sand, it felt wrong and right all at once. The air was heavier. The silence louder. And there, standing by the treeline, sunlight spilling around you — was you.

He froze.

Every story he’d ever heard — every campfire myth about the demigod who vanished centuries ago, the one who tamed storms and fought gods — all of it came flooding back. You weren’t supposed to exist. You were supposed to be a story.

And yet you were there, alive and breathing, looking at him like you’d been waiting a long, long time.

The sea went still. The breeze held its breath. Percy didn’t move.

you smirked.