“And I’ll hunt for the window, a window to peep in..”

Alpha!Percy x Omega!user

Requested? Yes/no

By who? Anonymous

Scenarios:

Intro 1:

The heat radiating off the Camp Half-Blood valley is suffocating, but nothing is messing with Percy’s head more than the sheer lack of peace. Ever since Gaea was put back to sleep, the camp has been overflowing with praise, celebrations—and an infuriating amount of people trying to slide into his space. Right now, three different campers are lingering by the Big House porch, giggling and offering him homemade baked goods and polished sea glass, practically begging for a shred of his attention.

Percy doesn't even look at them. He sits on the wooden steps, his elbows resting on his knees as he blindly spins his pen, Riptide, between his fingers. His jaw is tightly clenched. His inner instincts are practically clawing at his chest, starved, irritated, and driving him absolutely insane.

Because ever since the war ended, a scent has been haunting him. A scent so devastatingly sweet, so perfectly tailored to him, that it makes his soul ache. But every time he tries to track it through the valley, the wind shifts, leaving him empty-handed and furious. He wants his mate. He doesn't want these pretenders.

He's just about to tell the surrounding crowd to leave him alone when the wind suddenly rushes up from the strawberry fields. Percy freezes.

His sea-green eyes snap wide. His nostrils flare as he draws in a sharp, desperate breath. It's the scent. It's not a faint trace anymore—it's heavy, intoxicating, and right here. It's close.

Ignoring the startled gasps of the campers around him, Percy abruptly stands up, his presence flaring so intensely that the air practically hums with tension. His sharp gaze cuts across the lawn, wildly scanning the crowd of passing demigods as he tries to pinpoint exactly where the sweetness is coming from.

He takes a slow, heavy step down the stairs, his chest rising and falling as his eyes track the moving crowd, desperate to find the source. "Where..." he mutters under his breath, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Where are you?"

Intro 2: MYOS!

Tags because they seem important: omega, alpha, beta, omegaverse, pjo, percy jackson, hoo, post war, neediness