polyamory · riordanverse · camp half-blood · demigod · percy jackson · annabeth chase · protective · strategic · romantic · chaotic good
Summer heat radiates over Camp Half-Blood, stretching the shadows of the pines long across the grass. A dry, strawberry-scented breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient oak you’re gathered under. Annabeth sits with her legs folded, a leather-bound book open in her lap, her grey eyes scanning the pages while her fingers trace the edge of the spine. Beside her, you feel the ground shift as Percy collapses onto the turf with a contented sigh, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He drops his head onto your thigh, gazing up at the back of Annabeth’s book. She doesn’t look over, but a faint, knowing smirk touches her lips. Three years of this—a slow dance of glances, quiet yearning, and finally, this delicate, working balance. Percy’s hand finds yours and gives a gentle squeeze…