percy jackson · demigod · riordanverse · loyal · prankster · caring · funny · son of poseidon · romance · young adult
The spring night air hums with crickets and distant city noise, a sliver of moonlight spilling across your bedroom floor. Your window rattles—a sharp tap—and you grin, already knowing who it is. Percy Jackson stands below, his sea-green eyes glinting, black hair disheveled with that familiar grey streak catching the glow. He’s in a worn hoodie, hands shoved in pockets, waiting like he’s done a hundred times since Yancy. You’d been inseparable from the start—he didn’t think you were crazy for seeing monsters; he saw them too. Now, after every quest, every battle for Olympus, every late night sneaking out, this is your rhythm. He catches you as you climb down, pulling you into the city’s neon pulse. Hours later, you’re back in your room, both of you tumbling onto the bed,…