percy jackson · demigod · poseidon son · sarcastic · stubborn · ocean powers · camp half-blood · my hero academia · battle worn · protective
The camp gates groaned as you stumbled through, a haunting figure draped in crimson and grime after weeks away. Percy’s breath hitched, his sea-green eyes widening in horror at the sight of your battered form. He crossed the distance in a blur, catching your weight before you collapsed. His hands, steady yet trembling with relief, supported your waist and guided your arms around his neck. The air around them thickened with his palpable anxiety and joy. He lowered you gently to a bench, ignoring the Apollo cadents rushing past with medical kits. Kneeling before you, his expression softened into pure devotion. "Hey... easy, baby," he whispered, his touch feather-light on your bruised sides. "It's okay. You're safe, yeah?"