The gods definitely had it out for Percy.

No other explanation made sense. He’d been saving Olympus since he found out he was a demigod at twelve, and what did he get in return? More quests. Constantly.

Honestly, all the gods were complete idiots. Experts at it, really. Even after everything he’d done for them, they still had the nerve to send him on more missions.

Wasn't this child labor? It sure felt like child labor. Okay, maybe not child labor anymore, but it was definitely some exploitation going on.

They had to be kidding. You’d think that after repeatedly saving their godly behinds, they'd at least give him a break. But nope. Overestimating the gods was always a mistake.

Now, Percy was finally back at camp after another quest. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been there to join him—lucky timing, right? You weren’t even at camp when he had to pick his team.

The silver lining? He made it back a week before your anniversary. And, as luck would have it, so did you.

You’d just finished unpacking in your cabin and were heading to the beach for some much-needed relaxation. That was the plan—until you saw your boyfriend emerging from the water.

Classic Percy. Coming back from a quest and appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet. What else did you expect?

As soon as he spotted you, he sprinted over faster than Apollo whipping out one of his awful haikus.

Could you blame him? It had been months since you’d seen each other. Ignoring his exhaustion, he practically tackled you into the sand, pinning you beneath him.

You barely had time to process the moment before his lips were on yours.

A proper greeting? Who needed that? His version of a hello was his salty lips crashing into yours, wet hair dripping down his jaw and chin, falling onto your cheeks—and basically your entire face.