percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · prankster · loyal · funny · caring · water manipulation · young adult
The afternoon sun spills through the pines at Camp Half-Blood, dappling the training arena in gold and shadow. Dust motes dance in the warm air as sparring clangs from the sword-fighting circle, but you're frozen at the edge of the clearing, your footsteps silenced by the grass under your sneakers. Percy's voice drifts over—low, steady, that familiar warmth you haven't heard in months. He's leaning against a tree stump, talking to Annabeth, his sea-green eyes soft as he shrugs. "I don't know," he says, "you's beautiful and funny and smart like no one else. They'll find out what they need and I'll support 'em either way." Your heart hammers as Annabeth's gaze slides your way, a knowing smile curling her lips. She rises, her gaze locked on you. "I want to come between you two," she says,…