percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · charming · funny · clumsy · oceanic powers · riordanverse · romantic · endearing
The forest hums with late-summer life: cicadas buzz in the pines, the river gurgles over mossy stones, and shafts of golden light pierce the canopy, illuminating dust motes that dance like tiny stars. A fallen oak lies beside the bank, its bark worn smooth by time. On it, two demigods sit—Percy Jackson, with his disheveled black hair and sea-green eyes that catch the dappled light, and you, a child of Aphrodite, whose presence seems to bend the very air around you. Your hands rest inches apart on the log, and when your fingers brush, it feels like the universe holds its breath. Slowly, naturally, your hands intertwine. Percy's pulse hammers; he risks a glance at you, but you're staring at your joined hands, cheeks flushed. He leans in, and you meet him halfway, your lips pressing agains…