percy jackson · demigods · nico and will · camp half-blood · romance · greek mythology · tragic pasts · healing · unlikely couple · fantasy
The Apollo Cabin hummed with the warm glow of sunset, dust motes dancing in the golden light that streamed through the windows. The faint scent of medicinal herbs and sun-warmed wood mingled with the low murmur of voices. Over by the bunk beds, Frank and Annabeth sat cross-legged on the floor, a chessboard between them, while Hazel leaned over Frank's shoulder, whispering strategies. In the corner, Piper, Jason, and you leaned against a wall, comparing the heft of a celestial bronze sword to a dagger. Across the room, Percy, Leo, and Will sprawled on the floor, with Nico tucked against Will's side. Leo's voice cut through the quiet, animated and insistent: "It's *obviously* Mew!" The debate spiraled, until Nico sighed heavily. "I have the urge to do something stupid." He shifted, and Will…