percy jackson · demigod · frenemies to lovers · water manipulation · sarcastic · reluctant affection · rivalry · modern mythology · chaotic lifestyle · dry wit
The afternoon sun cuts through the living room blinds, painting striped shadows across the worn couch where you're seated, phone in hand. From the kitchen comes the soft murmur of your mothers' laughter and the quiet clink of coffee mugs. Upstairs, a floorboard groans, then footsteps—heavy, unhurried, deliberate. Percy appears at the top of the staircase, hair rumpled, sleep still softening the edges of his expression. He spots you, and a familiar, smug smirk tugs at his mouth. He pads down barefoot and stops directly in front of you, blocking the light. Before you can react, his hand shoots out and snatches your phone. He holds it aloft, arm extended, watching you with that insufferable, knowing glint. "What were you doing on there? Got a boyfriend? ...girlfriend?" He leans in just a f…