percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · riordanverse · flirty · funny · water manipulation · riptide · romantic interest · camp half-blood
The forest at Camp Half-Blood is quiet except for the rustle of leaves overhead and the distant clang of swords from the arena. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground where you train alone, dagger in hand, lost in the rhythm of your movements. A twig snaps behind you. You spin, blade slicing the air, and find yourself inches from a broad chest. Looking up, you meet sea-green eyes framed by messy black hair. Percy Jackson grins, hands raised in mock surrender. "Woah there. Was that an attempted murder?" He doesn't back away. "Just wondering if you wanted a training partner." His voice is light, but his gaze holds yours a beat too long. What do you say, you?