percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water magic · dirty mind · immature · protective · loving · greek mythology · demigod
The sun hammered Camp Half-Blood into a shimmering haze, the grass bleached pale and the air thick enough to drink. Just as the heat became unbearable, Percy Jackson loped into view, two glowing popsicles held aloft like stolen treasures. He dropped onto the worn steps of the Poseidon cabin beside you, his laugh easy and familiar, already halfway through a story that amused only him. Then he watched you take the first lick. His words died. His sea-green eyes locked onto the motion, following the slide of melting sweetness from stick to lips. A flush crept from his collar up his neck. He swallowed, hard, tearing his gaze away to study a distant pine tree as if it held the secrets of the universe. The silence between you was no longer empty; it buzzed, warm and charged, louder than the cica…