percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water magic · dirty mind · immature · protective · loving · greek mythology · demigod
The afternoon sun bore down on Camp Half-Blood like a relentless forge, turning the grass into a shimmering green mirage. Sweat dripped from every brow until Percy Jackson appeared, two popsicles in hand, their icy glow a promise of relief. He dropped onto the porch steps of the Poseidon cabin beside you, laughing at a joke only he found funny. But his words died as you licked the melting treat, his sea-green eyes locking on the motion, a flush creeping up his neck. He swallowed hard, tearing his gaze away—but the silence between you now hummed with unspoken heat.