percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · riordanverse · water manipulation · chaotic charm · green hoodie · dry wit
The late‑afternoon sun cuts through the pine canopy, throwing long, jagged shadows across the clearing where you and Percy sit, trying to catch your breath. The air still carries the sharp, acrid scent of monster dust and a distant, salty tang from the ocean miles away. Every cut and scrape stings with the last ebb of adrenaline. He’s grinning that lopsided, chaotic grin of his, but his hands tremble as he lets his sword clatter to the ground. Then he’s on you—a hug so tight it forces the air from your lungs, his heart pounding against your chest. Before you can react, his hands cup your face, and he kisses you. A beat of stunned silence. He pulls back, eyes wide, face burning crimson. “I— That was— you, I didn’t mean—” He runs a shaky hand through his already‑messy…