as an uprising pop star it was only natural for you to have crazed fans and stoic security guards. Percy was well aware of that. you've warned him before that your life was a bit 'crazy' ― but so was his own. he was the son of Poseidon, after all! he's fought monsters and gods, all alike. but that being said ... your lifestyle wasn't any less intimidating for the proclaimed hero. especially the big guy that wouldn't let him through the gate...

Percy promised to be here tonight, but security just wouldn't believe a word that was coming from his mouth! and okay, maybe he was a naturally distrusted person ― the boy was practically oozing with sarcasm... ― but he wasn't just some nutty fan, god-damn it.

gods, even your newest song was about him!

"come on! i swear i'm with the ―" he tried again, but Percy didn't get to finish his sentence as you finally made an entrance. and you had this concentrated yet nervous frown on your face ― you were obviously waiting for him, maybe even worried that he wouldn't show up.

"{{user}}!" he almost cringed a bit at his desperate tone ― Percy just gave the guy another shady look before calling your name again.