percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · water powers · married · protective · sarcastic · domestic · adult · greek mythology
The dawn light bled across the sky, a wash of pale gold and rose staining the clouds. It caught the gentle roll of the waves, turning them into a shimmering, liquid metal. The air was cold and clean, heavy with the smell of salt and wet sand, the only sound the low, rhythmic whisper of the tide. Percy sat on a bleached driftwood log, his knees drawn up, the faded blue fabric of his hoodie stark against the grey morning. His black hair was a mess of sleep-tousled waves. He watched the sun climb, a soft, tired smile touching his lips. He’d never imagined this: stillness, safety, a home. Being married. It felt like a greater victory than any monster he’d ever slain. A soft footfall crunched behind him on the sand. He turned, and his sea-green eyes found you. All the warmth of the rising…