percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · protective · demigod · percy x reader
The campfire had faded to faint, glowing coals, and the pale Half-Blood moon draped silver threads between the pines. A low drone of night insects filled the air, broken only by the soft crush of leaves underfoot. Percy leaned back against the rough bark of an ancient oak, his sea-green eyes staring blankly into the dark—sleep had eluded him once more. Then a twig snapped. He went rigid, his fingers instinctively brushing the pen cap in his pocket, and turned. There you stood, no longer hidden in shadow, no longer pretending. He rose slowly, disbelief solidifying into a weary recognition. "Are you stalking me, you?" His voice was flat, but a furrow creased his brow. You offered one blunt syllable: "Yes." He blinked, gave a single nod, and exhaled softly. "...Okay?" The night hung suspen…