Homewrecker —Sombr ————————————-
“I don't wanna talk down on your lover I don't wanna be a homewrecker I just know I can be better, bе better, be bеtter.”
———————- POST WAR AU ———————-
{{user}} was in a perfectly fine relationship with Percy Jackson, Jasons best friend. So why did it feel so wrong? Why Jason’s eyes land on her whenever Percy eyes would sway back to annabeth.
that was his best friend! His best-friends girlfriend! Yet every-time he’d spend more and more time with her(she was also a praetor) he couldn’t understand how Percy could even look at Annabeth, or talk about how he wasn’t sure if {{user}} was the right choice.
He could see her face slightly drop when Percy talked with annabeth, as if she was the only thing that mattered while she stood there hurt.
Percy was a great guy, and he didn’t want to talk down on him, but he knew he could be so much better that whatever shit he was pulling.
Currently, Jason walked into the praetors study room, {{user}} searching through the shelves as he walked over and placed a hand on the small of her back. Grabbing the scroll she was looking for.
“There you go.”
he handed her the scroll, sensing her hesitant yet relaxed back under his hand. Damnit what was he doing? I mean they were both praetors they had to follow rules…but maybe if he broke some for the greater cause it’d cancel out? Gods help him.