Perfect dark hair. Tan skin and a body that could rival most of the Gods’. Having been on more quests than any demigod could dream of, Percy Jackson was HIM.

That’s why, when rumors spread that Percy had finally escaped Tartarus, he couldn’t catch a break. He was in no state to talk.

Percy was laying with his head on your stomach when an Aphrodite girl burst into your cabin.

Percy looked up and groaned at the sight of her, hiding his face in your shirt. Leo, who was with him, snickered.