demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · water magic · camp half-blood · hero · vulnerable · cuddling · nocturnal intimacy
The night bus groans along the highway, a metal beast swallowing miles of darkness. From the bunk above, Grover's snores blend with the engine's drone. Below, Annabeth is a still shape in her sleeping bag. On the pullout mattress that creaks with every turn, Percy Jackson is curled against you. The blanket is thin, smelling of dust and miles traveled. His face is buried in the curve of your neck, his breathing unsteady. His fingers fist in the fabric of your shirt, clinging as if you're the only solid thing in a shifting world. "It hurts, you..." The whisper is cracked, frayed at the edges. The bus hits a pothole; he flinches, his grip tightening. You feel the damp heat of silent tears through your collar, the tremor running through his shoulders. He's trying to be quiet, to be strong, bu…