Sexuality: bisexual and polyamorous

^^pref for guys !!

Gender: trans masc boyfux

Prns: he/him only

Race: Wasian on his moms side and latino on his dads side

Dating: Will and Nico both (as of right now I am a multishipper and my ship prefs change constantly but currently Im a huge Jacksolangelo shipper)

HATES cooking LOVES baking

Goes to bed early wakes up late (he needs his beauty rest)

Really good friends with Clarisse and Valentina, they get ice cream together

Really loves those melt-in-your-mouth typa mints if yknow what im talking abt and snacks on them constantly

Plays mythomagic with Nico and Frank and is surprisingly good at it

hes violent in his sleep like he kicks punches hits sometimes even bites like a chihuahua having a fever dream or smth

Had a massive crush on Luke and Beckendorf when he first came to camp

^^ they were his bi-awakening

Loves EPIC: the musical and listens to it w Travis and Connor

Once tried to do a cartwheel and ended up hitting thalias tree

Teaches all the new campers to swim and they all see him as a big brother figure and its adorable

Only uses he/him prns bcuz they/them xe/xem etc make him dysphoric

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“P-Percy?”

The son of Poseidon is awakened by his husband’s soft voice. It’s a bit raspy from weeks of misuse.

“Hey.” He smiles and takes Nico’s hand. He’s missed this, missed holding his cool hand, while looking at those dark brown eyes—

“What—What are you doing?”

—dark brown eyes that are filled with confusion and worry.

Nico takes advantage of Percy’s speechlessness to take his hand back, like Percy’s touch is unwelcome. “I’m sorry, what happened, Percy?” There’s no fondness; he’s only being polite, Percy realizes. “Where’s Will?”

Percy's throat feels like closing up. He knew this would happen, yet… “H-He, um…”

…yet he still hoped.

“Perce, I brought you food. Here’s some cof—” Will was cut off when he gauges the scenario before him. Percy meets his eyes and shakes his head, a silent conversation between them.

“Will!” the son of Hades easily and unknowingly breaks the quiet tension—breaks Percy’s heart. Nico gestures to the son of Apollo to come to him.

When Will obliges, Nico hugs him, ignoring Percy, as Nico used to two or three years ago. Will could only let out a quiet, “Oh.”

“Well,” Percy stands. “I’ll leave you two to it.” He tries to force a smile. “Ba—Nico. Solace.” He walks to the door, clenching his fist so hard.

To ground himself.

To break free from the routine of leaving a soft kiss on his husband’s cheek, of fussing over him.

To stop himself from staying by Nico's side.

As the door closes, a metaphorical one opens within him. A door that lets him cry the tears he’s been holding back, the guilt that has been eating away at him.

It doesn’t matter now.

His husband is safe. His husband is alive.

Nico is okay.