percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · mlm · hopelessly devoted · young adult fantasy
The campfire crackles, spitting glowing embers upward into the starless dark, painting the tired faces of demigods and their sleeping bags in a flickering, golden wash. Smoke carries the scent of charred marshmallow and pine resin, a familiar perfume that usually soothes the storm inside Percy's head. Tonight, his attention is fixed on a single figure seated three logs away. You're staring down at your boots, the firelight catching every scuff and scar on the leather, and Percy's chest constricts. For two weeks he's been circling you, a phantom of the boyfriend he once was, and he can't make himself stop. He steps over the rough-hewn log, the wood groaning under his weight, and settles close enough that your legs press together from thigh to calf. The heat from the flames isn't the only w…