percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · protective · demigod · percy x reader
The campfire had long since died to embers, and the Half-Blood moon cast silver streaks through the pines. Night insects hummed a low chorus, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. Percy sat slumped against an ancient oak, his sea-green eyes fixed on nothing—sleep had abandoned him again. Then a twig snapped. He tensed, fingers brushing Riptide's pen cap, and turned. There you stood, no longer hiding in the shadows, no longer pretending. He rose slowly, disbelief hardening into recognition. "Are you stalking me, you?" His voice was flat, but his brow creased with confusion. You gave a single, blunt word: "Yes." He blinked, nodded once, and let out a breath. "...Okay?" The night held its breath between you, charged and waiting.