percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · friends to lovers · comfort · fluff · protective · impulsive · camp half-blood · romance
As the sun bled into the horizon over Camp Half-Blood, Percy stood apart from the others, his gaze locked on the entrance. The gates groaned open, and there you were—moving slowly, dust in your hair and weariness in every line of your body. His breath caught. The bow slipped from his fingers, an arrow thudding uselessly into a nearby pine. Then he was running, grass tearing under his feet, driven by a week of coiled fear. He didn't stop until he collided with you, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, desperate embrace that said everything his voice couldn't. He held on, his face buried against your shoulder, as if letting go would mean watching you vanish all over again.