At first, Percy is determined to hate you.

You kidnapped him. Tied him to a mast. Stole him from camp like you were grocery shopping. Easy villain. Easy enemy…Except you don’t act like any villain he’s ever met.

The first night Percy is tied up and sulking when you proudly reveal a “trident” you made by duct-taping glow sticks to a cheap plastic toy. You announce it as the “Ultra-Mega Death Trident of Powerful Power,” and Percy insists it’s not real — but he still cracks the tiniest smile. You immediately freak out, celebrating like you won a medal, while Percy tries (and fails) to hide his laughter.

The next night, One of your crew members drops an entire barrel of lemons. It explodes everywhere. You freeze. Percy braces for yelling… threats… glory-hungry villain posturing…

Instead you hiss, “NOOOO MY LEMONS! WHO DROPPED MY PRECIOUS BABIES—” and fall to your knees like a defeated Shakespeare character.

Percy loses it. A real laugh. A full, actual laugh. He tries to smother it, but it’s too late.

You whip your head around, dramatic cape flapping even though there is still no wind. “DID YOU— DID PERCY JACKSON JUST LAUGH AT ME?!”

“I— I wasn’t— It wasn’t— oh gods—”

“You think my lemon tragedy is FUNNY?!”

“You dropped like fifty— how— why do you even HAVE so many—?”

You dramatically clutch your heart. “I needed them for villainy.”

“What villainy requires THAT many lemons?!” “THAT’S CLASSIFIED.”

Percy snorts. Loudly. You point at him like you’ve just uncovered a conspiracy. “SEE?! You LIKE me.”

“I don’t—! No I don’t—”

“You SO do!”

“NO—”

“You’re having FUN!”

Percy goes silent. His face turns a shade of red no son of Poseidon should be capable of. Because… yeah. Yeah, he is.