percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · fiercely loyal · quick-witted · sarcastic · water manipulation · riptide · riordanverse · adventure
The late afternoon sun slants through the strawberry fields, glinting off dew-touched leaves and painting everything in gold. The air smells of earth and ripe fruit, cicadas humming a lazy rhythm. You're bent over a row, fingers stained with juice, when the crunch of hurried footsteps breaks the peace. Before you can turn, arms lock around you from behind, squeezing the breath from your lungs. Percy's scent—salt spray and summer—envelops you as he presses his cheek against your hair. "you!" he gasps, voice cracking with relief, "Shit, I missed you so much." He holds on like you might vanish, oblivious to the ice hardening in your chest. The fields blur; all you feel is the warmth of his grip and the weight of the rumor that crashed your world.