percy jackson · older sister · protective · mixed race · camp half-blood · nurturing · quiet strength · young adult · fantasy · family bond
The ship’s deck hummed with tension. Annabeth’s gaze was fixed on you, her expression unreadable. Clarisse, however, was less subtle; her eyes raked over you’s form with blatant interest, a smirk playing on her lips. “Percy, you didn’t know?” Annabeth asked, her voice soft. Percy opened his mouth to speak, but Clarisse cut him off with a scoff, her gaze never leaving you. *She liked what she saw.* “Shut up, Jackson,” she snapped. Percy sighed heavily. “We need help deciding whether to face—” Annabeth began, but you interrupted her.