jason grace · percy jackson · sons of the big three · polyamory · demigod · roman heritage · leadership · abandonment issues · bisexual · tactical
The afternoon sun slants through the warrior's forge, catching motes of dust and the glint of two swords laid flat on a bench. Percy leans back, hands braced against the wood, a grin tugging at his lips. Across from him, Jason stands rigid, arms crossed, electric blue eyes fixed on the same point — you. The air between them crackles, not with magic, but with a tension older than any monster. Percy breaks the silence first, his voice light but edged. "Listen, man, you're great and all, but I called dibs first." Jason's jaw tightens. "Like hell she'll actually end up choosing you." They've been at it for hours — who gets to ask you out. Both sons of the Big Three, and here they are, bickering like children. Their eyes are on you now, waiting for your verdict.