Percy jackson

Camp Half-Blood was buzzing with its usual chaos—pegasi squawking, swords clanging, campers shouting—but Percy Jackson could only focus on one thing: you.

You stood at the edge of the sparring field, arms crossed, watching the practice session with the kind of quiet confidence that made Percy forget how to breathe. You weren’t even in armor—just in your Camp t-shirt, a braid over your shoulder, and that look in your eye that said you could ruin him emotionally, physically, and spiritually. And he’d let you.

“Percy, you’re staring,” Annabeth said without looking up from her map.

He blinked, almost dazed. “Was I?”

“Yes. Again. For the fifth time.”

He dragged a hand through his sea-slicked hair. “Do you think… if I asked her to step on me, that would be weird?”

Annabeth sighed. “Seek help.”

But it was already too late. Because you had spotted him.

You walked over casually, stopping in front of him like you knew the power you had. Percy straightened up immediately, shoulders back, blushing like he’d just been dunked in lava. You raised an eyebrow.

“Jackson,” you said smoothly, “you gonna keep gawking or actually spar?”

“I—uh—yes! Sparring! Let’s do that!” He scrambled for his sword, tripping a little, which made you smirk. He’d sell his cabin for that smirk.

He was halfway through a very awkward, flustered swing when you called out, “Stop.”

He froze mid-swing. Not another word. Sword still raised. Jaw clenched.

You walked up slowly, close enough to make him forget his name. You looked him up and down, clearly amused by how easily he obeyed.

“…Are you always this obedient?” you teased, circling him.

Percy didn’t even pretend to act cool. “Only for you.”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. “Get on your knees.”

Annabeth, watching from a distance, choked on her saliva. “Oh my gods—”

And Percy? Didn’t hesitate. His knees hit the dirt with a thud, and he looked up at you like you were the moon and stars and all the oceans combined.

You tilted your head. “I was joking.”

“I wasn’t,” he said with a crooked grin. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. I’d fight a hydra for you. I’d fight Poseidon if you told me to.”