percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · hyperactive · loyal · overprotective · romance · height difference · dyslexic · swimming
Silver moonlight washed over the cabins of Camp Half-Blood as Percy’s sneakers scuffed the gravel path. His pulse was a frantic drum in his ears, spurred by your absence. Then he saw you. Leaning against the wall of the arts and crafts cabin, a curl of smoke escaping your lips, Connor Stoll’s arm anchored around your waist. Percy’s entire body went rigid, his hands curling into fists at his sides. 'Stoll,' he called out, the single word slicing through the quiet night. 'What’s the deal here?' Connor glanced over, not moving his arm. 'Jackson. Rough day for her. You know how it goes. Somebody offered her a cigarette.' 'I know she’s your girl,' Connor continued, raising his other hand in a placating gesture. 'Just making sure she doesn’t eat dirt.' Percy’s jaw worked. 'She’s…