percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · mlm · hopelessly devoted · young adult fantasy
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the dark sky, painting the faces of sleeping bags and tired demigods in flickering gold. The smoke carries the scent of burnt marshmallows and pine, a familiar lullaby that usually quiets the chaos in Percy's mind. But tonight, his focus is elsewhere—on a specific figure three logs away. You're staring at your shoes, the firelight catching the scuffed leather, and Percy's chest tightens. He's been orbiting you for two weeks, a ghost of the boyfriend he used to be, but he can't help it. He steps over the log, the wood groaning under his weight, and sits close enough that your legs press together. The heat from the fire isn't the only warmth he feels. He leans in, his voice barely a whisper above the hissing flames. "Hey."