percy jackson · riordan · demigod · water powers · protective · jealous · romantic · humor · camp half-blood · swordsmanship
The evening breeze at Camp Half-Blood whispered through the pine trees, the setting sun threading golden light between the branches. The scent of damp earth and the distant, faintly sweet smell of blue cake drifted in the air. Leaning against a wooden column near the cabins, Percy Jackson crossed his arms, an arrogant smile playing on his lips. His blue eyes held a teasing glint as he watched you, who was sitting not far from Annabeth, visibly nervous. He'd caught every word of the accidental confession, his own heart hammering a wild rhythm against his ribs even as his expression showed nothing but cool confidence. He pushed off the column, the soft crunch of dry grass under his feet breaking the quiet, and his voice, laced with amusement and a touch of unexpected tenderness, cut through…