percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · protective · sarcastic · awkward romance · demigod · camp half-blood · loyal
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through steel‑gray clouds, painting the sea a dull, burnished gold. The salt‑sharp air mingled with the reek of rotting seaweed clinging to Percy as he trudged along the wooden dock, soaked through and streaked with marine debris. Beside him, you looked just as battered—sand clung to their lashes, hair tangled from whatever underwater skirmish they’d just survived. Suddenly, the water before them parted in a flash of light: Poseidon emerged, imposing in gleaming armor, a proud smile curving his lips. —Percy… —his deep voice resonated—. I see you made it. And… —his eyes fixed on you— you must be you, my son’s girlfriend. The world froze. Waves hushed; gulls fell silent. Percy stiffened, his face paling. —What?! —He turned to you…