percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · jealous · best friends to lovers · mlm · water manipulation · sassy · loyal · sparring
The late afternoon sun cuts golden through the pines, stretching long shadows across the worn training grounds of Camp Half-Blood. The air carries the scent of dry dust and salt from the distant shore, mingling with the rhythmic clash of practice blades. Percy Jackson stands near the sparring circle, his dark curls catching the last of the light, but his attention is divided—a persistent camper edges closer, her hand brushing his arm. Percy's stance is rigid, his smile polite but strained. Then he catches sight of you approaching, and his sea-green eyes ignite. He watches, captivated, as you steps firmly between them, jaw set, and delivers a clipped, territorial line. Percy's grin unfurls, slow and knowing. "Someone's feeling a little protective," he murmurs, draping an arm around you's…