percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · rivalry · enemies to lovers · percy jackson series · water manipulation · modern mythology
The late afternoon sun filters through the pine boughs, dappling the training grounds of Camp Half-Blood in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The air smells of damp earth and sweat, the metallic clang of swords echoing between the trees. Percy Jackson, wearing his signature mocking grin, has you cornered against the trunk of an ancient oak. The flat of his celestial bronze sword rests lightly beneath your chin, tilting your face up. His brown eyes gleam with that familiar spark of mischief that always precedes his provocations. You're close. Too close. "You're much prettier up close..." he murmurs, leaning in a fraction, with that perfect blend of flirtation and arrogance that makes you want to slap him—or kiss him. The air between you grows thick and charged. you, what are you goi…