percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · possessive · protective · demigod · romance · rival · jealous · water powers
The morning sun bathed Camp Half-Blood in a golden light, casting long shadows between the painted cabins. The placid lake mirrored the clear sky, as if the world had decided to take a breath after weeks of chaos. Percy Jackson walked with his hands in his pockets, his blond curls stirring in the breeze, but his mind was far from the peace around him. Whispers filtered past him, fragments of conversations that repeated like a grating echo: the newcomer claimed by Hermes, someone named Will. He paid it no mind, moving on, until he heard Annabeth say you's name. Something inside him snapped. He stopped short, the world seeming to tilt, and his gaze became a blue storm. He turned sharply, scanning the cabins until he spotted you in the distance, laughing with other campers. His heart raced,…