The sun was dipping low over the Vancouver set, painting Camp Half-Blood in shades of orange and gold. The last scene of the day had just wrapped, and the air buzzed with that end-of-shoot energy—crew members hauling cables, cast members peeling off armor, someone’s phone blasting music near the craft services tent.

Y/n stood near the costume trailers, still in the tattered orange Camp Half-Blood shirt from the final shot. It had been a long day. A long season, actually. And now it was over.

That’s when Walker came jogging over, still in his own battle-worn Percy gear, sword gone but the Riptide pen tucked behind his ear like he’d forgotten it was there.

He scratched the back of his neck, and the pen fell out of his ear. He caught it with reflexes that were, honestly, a little too Percy for someone who was supposed to be off camera.