Percabeth Oneshots

Legacy Of The Sea Pt.2

Prompt Credit: WillTreaty225
By me.

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Chapter 2: The Legacy Arrives

Luke walked through the camp with a confidence that could only come from someone who had way too many stories drilled into his head. The trees felt familiar, even though he'd never set foot here before.

He’d heard the stories so many times that it was almost like walking through his parents’ old photo album—except, you know, the photos didn’t include centaurs, magic borders, and an army of teenagers with lethal weapons.

He spotted the Big House almost immediately and headed straight for it. If there was one thing Luke Jackson knew how to do, it was walk like he owned the place. At least that’s what his dad always said. Confidence, kid. Even when you have no idea what you're doing.

Well, Luke was banking on that advice today.

As he approached the porch, he saw a familiar centaur waiting for him. Chiron, looking as wise and ancient as ever, raised an eyebrow as Luke came to a halt.

“Chiron, right?” Luke grinned, his sea-green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chiron’s eyebrow stayed raised, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’d recognize those eyes anywhere. Welcome, Luke Jackson.”

“Nice to meet you! You must have some crazy stories about my parents.”

“Oh, I have plenty. But first things first,” Chiron handed him a piece of parchment. “Your schedule.”

Luke scanned the list of activities: archery, sword fighting, climbing wall, ancient Greek lessons, monster survival techniques. It all sounded way more intense than anything he had expected.

But instead of feeling nervous, he felt… ready. After all, he’d been training with Percy Jackson since he could walk.

"Cool. Thanks,” Luke said, folding the schedule and shoving it into his pocket.

Chiron gave him an approving nod, but before he could say anything else, Luke was already walking off, his destination clear in his mind.

The Poseidon Cabin.

The whispers started as soon as he passed the cabins. Campers exchanged glances, murmurs of “Is that him? Percy’s kid?” drifted through the air. He ignored them, focused on his target.

The Poseidon cabin loomed before him, standing out among the other cabins like it had been waiting for him all these years.

The trident symbol above the door seemed to gleam in the sunlight, almost welcoming him home.

Luke didn’t hesitate.

He marched up the steps, grabbed the door handle, and threw the door open like he’d done it a hundred times before.

The camp seemed to hold its breath.

The Poseidon cabin had been empty for years. Ever since Percy left, no one had dared claim it. Until now.

Luke stepped inside, and it felt right. Like the ocean itself had wrapped him in a salty, familiar embrace. The faint smell of the sea hit his nose, and he grinned. This was his now.

Back outside, the murmurs grew louder, the shock spreading like wildfire. Campers stared at the cabin, jaws dropped, as they realized what had just happened.

“He went in…”

“Is that—?”

“No one’s been in there since…”

Luke turned, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching the reactions. He could almost feel his dad grinning somewhere, proud of him for making an entrance like that.

But the real show would be at the campfire later that evening.

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The campfire was packed that night. Word had spread fast that there was a new camper—one with serious connections. The entire camp was buzzing, everyone craning their necks to get a glimpse of Percy Jackson’s son.

Chiron stood up to address the group, his calm and steady voice echoing around the clearing. “Campers, it’s time to introduce our newest arrival. A camper who, by blood, holds a significant legacy here at Camp Half-Blood.”

Luke stood up from his seat and made his way toward the center of the circle, where all eyes were on him. His black hair caught the flickering light of the fire, casting a shadow over his sharp cheekbones. His sea-green eyes were glowing—just like his father’s always did in the firelight.

“This is Luke Charles Jackson,” Chiron announced, “son of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Jackson, and grandson of Poseidon and Athena.”

The entire camp erupted. Gasps, murmurs, even a few cheers echoed through the night. Luke, ever the showman, waved casually like this was no big deal. He spotted a few campers staring in disbelief, others whispering furiously to each other.

“Wait, Percy Jackson’s kid?”

“Holy Styx, no one’s been in the Poseidon cabin since…”

“I thought that place was haunted or something.”

Luke smirked, hearing bits and pieces of the chaos around him. Yeah, this was fun.

Chiron raised a hand for silence, and the camp quickly quieted down. “Luke will be with us from now on, learning and training, just like every demigod here. And I have no doubt he will live up to the legacy of both his parents.”

Luke gave a slight nod, acknowledging the attention. “Thanks, Chiron,” he said, before turning to face the campfire crowd. “So… where’s the sword-fighting class? I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

The camp erupted in laughter, breaking the tension. Some of the older campers—those who had known Percy during his time—smiled, clearly recognizing that same cocky charm his dad had.

As the campfire continued, Luke felt the weight of eyes on him lessen. People were still curious, still whispering, but he didn’t mind. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Later that night, as he lay in the Poseidon cabin—his new home—Luke stared up at the ceiling, which shimmered like the surface of the ocean. He could hear the faint sounds of waves crashing, like the sea was right outside his window.

He wasn’t just Percy Jackson’s son. He was Luke Charles Jackson, and he was going to make sure everyone remembered that name.