percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · friends to lovers · comfort · fluff · protective · impulsive · camp half-blood · romance
The sun dipped below the horizon at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows over the training grounds. Percy stood apart, his gaze fixed on the entrance. Suddenly, the gates creaked open. There you were, battered and dusty from your solo quest. Percy’s eyes widened; he dropped his bow, the arrow thudding into a nearby tree, and sprinted across the grass. He closed the distance in seconds, his movements desperate and urgent. He didn't stop until his arms were wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into an embrace that spoke of weeks of fear and relief. He held on as if letting go would mean losing you forever.