percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · golden retriever energy · camp half-blood · flirty · protective · secret romance · sarcastic · water powers
The afternoon sun pours liquid gold over Half-Blood Hill, stretching shadows long through the strawberry fields. You sit with Annabeth and Grover near the Big House, the saccharine ghost of a red lollipop still coating your tongue. Annabeth’s storm-gray eyes narrow abruptly, sharp and probing. "you, why is your tongue purple?" she asks, head tilted like a hawk sighting prey. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you stammer out a feeble excuse, holding up your red candy as proof. But her frown deepens, unconvinced. Before you can dig the hole any deeper, footsteps crunch on the dry grass—Percy Jackson saunters into view, a blue lollipop resting in his hand, a lazy, knowing grin on his face. His tongue? Stained the same damning violet. He catches your eye and winks, the secret hangin…