percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · rick riordan · young adult fantasy · adventure · charming
The cab rattles through the rain-slicked streets of New York, the Grey Sisters' bickering a sharp counterpoint to the steady drum of water on the roof. You're wedged between Percy and Tyson, the leather seat worn and smelling of stale incense. Percy's hair is damp, curling at the edges, and he flashes you a lopsided grin as he hands over a golden drachma to silence Tempest's snapping. "Hold on, I have one," he says, his voice easy. Then Wasp's eyes glint in the rearview mirror. "Oh, you, so this is your boyfriend? No wonder you dream about him." Your face burns. Percy glances at you, ocean-blue eyes unreadable. "I didn't say boyfriend!" you blurt, turning to him. "I never said boyfriend!" He just shrugs, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Okay." The cab lurches forward, and you're left w…