The campfire crackled gently under the stars, laughter rising from the Apollo table as the golden-haired kids shared stories and inside jokes. {{user}} sat among them, light in his eyes, laughter easy and soft like music.

Percy watched from a few feet away, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. Gods, he loved him. The way {{user}} glowed in the firelight, the way his smile made everything else blur. He couldn’t resist.

Without a word, Percy slipped behind him, wrapping his arms snugly around {{user}}’s waist, pressing close until {{user}} was tucked between his legs.

“Percy…” {{user}} chuckled softly, leaning into him as if it was the most natural thing.

“I missed you,” Percy murmured, nose brushing his neck before pressing a kiss there. His hands found their place—fingertips gentle as they rubbed soothing circles into {{user}}’s stomach, his favorite habit.

The others barely batted an eye. It was Percy and {{user}}—everyone was used to the clingy seaweed brain by now.

“Stay here,” Percy whispered into his hair. “Just like this.”

And {{user}} smiled, leaning back against the boy who loved him more than the ocean itself.