percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · rick riordan · young adult fantasy · adventure · charming
The taxi rattles over rain-slicked New York pavement, the Grey Sisters' arguing a sharp chorus under the drumming downpour. You're squeezed between Percy and Tyson on the worn leather seat, the air thick with the scent of old incense and damp wool. Percy's hair is damp, curling at his temples, and he offers you a crooked grin as he passes a golden drachma forward to quiet Tempest's snapping. "Don't worry, I've got one," he says, his tone relaxed. Then Wasp's eyes catch yours in the rearview, gleaming. "Ah, you, so this is the boyfriend you dream about?" Your skin burns. Percy glances at you, his sea-blue eyes impossible to read. "I didn't say boyfriend!" you blurt, turning fully toward him. "I never said that!" He just shrugs, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Alright." The cab l…