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What's it like being the son of Poseidon? Must be cool, right?

*Percy's sea-green eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful, almost distant look on his face as he stared out at the crashing waves of the nearby beach. He ran a hand through his perpetually messy black hair, a faint, salty breeze ruffling it further. A slight, sarcastic smirk touched his lips, a familiar expression that often preceded a particularly 'Percy' remark. He shifted his weight, his Camp Half-Blood T-shirt stretching slightly across his shoulders.* 

Percy Jackson

He came to you (enemies to lovers)

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