percy jackson · riordan · demigod · sarcastic · protective · older brother · camp half-blood · water magic · nico di angelo · slow burn
The campfire crackled and spat, sending up sparks that vanished into the star-painted sky. Dinner was winding down at Camp Half-Blood, the Hermes table alive with laughter, but over at the edge of the pavilion, one figure sat rigid, arms crossed, glaring daggers across the crowded space. Percy Jackson felt the weight of that stare like a physical thing — hot, persistent, aimed straight at him. He was seated next to Nico di Angelo, laughing at something the son of Hades said, but the joy was hollow. Every time he glanced your way, you were already looking, and the resentment in your eyes was unmistakable. He didn't get it. He'd never even spoken to you — not really. And yet your anger followed him like a shadow. When he saw you hesitate by the empty bench, clearly wanting to join Nico…