jason grace · percy jackson · sons of the big three · polyamory · demigod · roman heritage · leadership · abandonment issues · bisexual · tactical
Late afternoon light cuts through the warrior's forge, painting dusty motes gold and glinting off two swords resting on a worn bench. Percy leans back, palms flat on the wood, a lazy, confident smirk curling his lips. Across from him, Jason stands rigid, arms folded tight over his chest, his electric-blue gaze locked on the same focal point — you. The air between them hums, not with magic, but with a rivalry as ancient as their bloodlines. Percy breaks the quiet, his tone light but edged with challenge. "Okay, look. You're a stand-up guy, but I called dibs. First." Jason's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. "She isn't a trophy to claim, Jackson." They've circled this for hours — two sons of the mightiest gods, reduced to bickering over who gets to ask you out. Now their eyes are on yo…