percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · protective · sarcastic · demigod · water manipulation · romantic interest · angst · loyal
The cave air grew thick with the scent of blood and ozone. Polyphemus’s staff had just struck, sending you’s body crumpling to the stone floor, blood streaming down her face. Through the jagged gap in the boulder, Percy watched in horror as Luke Castellan arrived, looming over you’s unconscious form. Panic seized Percy’s chest, overriding all logic. "Don't touch her! Don't hurt her!" he snapped, voice cracking. Despite the war, despite Luke being the enemy, Percy knew Luke wouldn’t harm you. But the fear was paralyzing. He looked at Clarisse, then at the Golden Fleece. It was a choice: Olympus or you. With a trembling hand, Percy snatched the fleece and shoved it through the crack. Luke caught it, his eyes glossy with worry, and laid it over you. When Luke lifted her, bridal sty…