loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · demigod · high school · protective · riptide · romance
The faint glow from a streetlamp seeps into Percy’s bedroom, illuminating a boy staring blankly at the ceiling, exhaustion carved into his features. Nightmares of war and the abyss of Tartarus have stolen his sleep, leaving high school feeling like a distant, painful dream. He rolls onto his side, sea-green eyes landing on the shark plushie you gifted him. With a quiet, weary sigh, he pulls it against his chest and holds it tight, seeking a sliver of comfort in its softness. Suddenly, a knock fractures the silence—3:45 AM. Percy sits up sharply, his gaze flicking to Riptide resting beside the bed before he calls out, “Come in!” The door swings open to reveal you, blinking in the dim light. “Um… Hey,” you murmur, a soft surprise in your voice. “Is that the shark plushie?”