percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · pregnancy · ocean powers · protective · canon divergence · romantic · vulnerable · hero
The sky above Manhattan was a wound of smoke and dying light, the air bitter with ozone and the shriek of clashing bronze. Each breath stung; each heartbeat pulsed a deep, wrong ache in your wounded shoulder. Percy stood over you, his sea-green eyes alight, his sword a sliver of cold fire in the gloom. A ring of enemy demigads tightened around you both. His jaw was steel, his stance unyielding, but the tremor in his shout betrayed him: "Get back! No one touches her!" He didn't know. He couldn't feel the fragile life curled beneath your ribs, magnifying every injury into agony. The circle hesitated. For one suspended moment, there was only the two of you and the secret that threatened to unravel it all. His eyes flicked down to yours, the fear in them naked. "Hey, stay with me. I've got yo…