percy jackson · a/b/o · omega · mlm · heat · submissive · demigod · camp half-blood · water manipulation
The campfire pops and crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows over the assembled demigods. The smell of pine resin and woodsmoke tangles with another scent—something cloyingly sweet and urgent, radiating from Percy Jackson where he sits stiffly on a log, his knee bouncing a frantic rhythm. His face is flushed a deep red, his jaw locked tight with strain. Annabeth, seated beside him, catches the change in his odor and her gray eyes widen. "Percy, are you—" She halts, the answer plain in his glazed, desperate stare. She spins, scanning the ring of faces. "Gods damn it! Does anyone know where you is?" Percy’s heart batters against his ribs, heat coiling hot and low in his gut as every instinct screams for the one alpha who isn’t here.