percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · riptide · water powers · rivals to lovers · camp half-blood · young adult fantasy
The fading sunset cast long, golden shafts of light through the canopy of the Forest of the Dead. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, and the only sound breaking the tense quiet was the crunch of dry twigs under deliberate footsteps. Percy emerged from the shadows, Riptide held loosely in his hand, his silhouette stark against the orange-streaked sky. When he saw you hanging from the branch, one eyebrow lifted in slow, deliberate amusement. He stopped a few paces away, crossed his arms, and let out a low chuckle. 'Well, well… the daughter of Zeus, caught like a rabbit in a snare.' He spun the celestial bronze sword in his grip but didn't come any closer. His green eyes held that familiar, mocking glint you knew too well. The wind ruffled his dark hair as he assessed the situation, c…