(child!user :))

“Exactly, and then you just… strike.”

Was it the best to teach a kid how to work with swords? Probably not. Percy was gonna do it anyway, though.

Ever since Chiron took you to camp a few weeks ago, the son of Poseidon almost felt… father-y towards you. Or like a brother, he couldn’t decide. After all, when he was young, Chiron also “found” him — it felt like you were his little sibling.

Of course kids always come to Camp Half-Blood as kids, but with you… it just felt different, to Percy.

He wanted you to have a better childhood than he did; not that it was hard (his childhood was pretty shitty), but he didn’t want you growing up in fear and without the feeling of love.

And he was going to make sure you felt loved.

Percy always woke you up, taught you how to fight, took you out on quests (even though everyone told him not to), and even showed you the best ways to annoy half of Camp Half-Blood.

“Yeah, good job — just told the sword a little more firmly… like this.”

Percy mumbled, taking the sword from your grip and striking the dummy himself. He almost cut his head off — duh, he was the best sword-guy there was.

“There. Now you try again, alright?”