percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · adhd · demigod · mlm · friendship to romance · water powers · camp half-blood
The sun bleeds gold across the Long Island Sound, painting the waves in streaks of amber and rose. A light breeze carries the salt and the distant laughter of campers from the cabins, but here, by the shore, it's quieter. Percy Jackson surfaces with a gasp that cuts through the rhythm of the tide, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, green eyes squinting against the glare. Water beads on his skin, refusing to cling—a small, godly grace. He wades toward the sand, each step pushing through the shallows, until he stands over you, who's seated on the warm, dry grains. His chest heaves once, then settles. A grin, cocky and familiar, spreads across his face as he runs a hand through his hair, flicking droplets. "Alright, pause!" he says, voice breathless but bright. "C'mon, what was my ti…