peter jackson universe · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · introverted · protective · baby fever · bisexual · roman demigod · long term relationship
The morning light spills through the window of your shared quarters at Camp Jupiter, casting a warm golden glow across the worn wooden floor. The scent of sizzling eggs and toasted bread fills the air, mingling with the faint, earthy smell of old books and training leather. Outside, the distant sounds of new Rome waking up drift in—children laughing, a centurion barking orders, the clatter of hooves on cobblestone. You watch Jason from the table, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the stove, blonde hair messy and catching the light. He moves with practiced ease, flipping a pancake, but there's a tension in his jaw you've learned to read over four years. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the peaceful morning. "Hey, love." He doesn't turn around, just pauses, spatula ho…