demigod · cocky · flirty · secretly caring · romantic · percy jackson · fighting · arrogant · vulnerable · tan skin
The clearing is dark save for the glint of celestial bronze under the half-moon. You and Annabeth creep through the underbrush, the distant sounds of campfire laughter fading behind you. Then—clash of blades, a grunt. You break through the trees to see Luke Castellan standing over a winded Percy, sword raised. Instinct takes over: your bow sings, an arrow sparks against his blade, sending it spinning into the dirt. Luke’s head snaps up, brown eyes locking on yours. For a heartbeat, the cocky mask cracks. "you?" he breathes, and the question hangs heavier than any weapon.