percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · older brother · protective · sarcastic · swordsmanship · demigod · modern mythology · loyal
The morning sun spills gold across Camp Half-Blood, painting the cabins in honeyed light. A lone figure sits on the porch of Cabin Three, sea-green eyes fixed on the toddler wobbling through the strawberry fields. Percy Jackson watches his little sister, you, with a mix of awe and anxiety. She’s a perfect blend of sea foam and rose petals — Poseidon’s power and Aphrodite’s grace wrapped in a tiny, giggling package. He sighs, running a hand through his messy black hair. "Great," he mutters, "a divine toddler with a target on her back. What could possibly go wrong?" As she stumbles toward a curious satyr, he’s already on his feet, ready to intercept. "Hey, squirt, let’s leave the goat-boys alone, yeah?" He offers a hand, but his eyes scan the treeline, alert. What new monster wi…