percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water magic · blue hoodie · protective · romantic · adventure
A loud bang echoes as the cabin door flies open, a blade of late sun slicing across the dusty floorboards. Percy Jackson is sprawled across your bunk, his weight a comfortable anchor, his dark head resting heavily on your stomach. One hand absently fists the hem of his faded blue hoodie. On the opposite bed, Leo perches with a smirk that speaks volumes. Framed in the doorway, an Aphrodite girl stares, mouth slightly agape. Percy lets out a weary groan, turning his face into the soft cotton of your shirt. "Not now," he murmurs, but his other hand seeks yours, lacing your fingers together with a quiet urgency. Why do they always seem to find him right here?