percy jackson · demigod · poseidon son · athena daughter · hydrokinesis · family drama · favoritism · protective parents · young brother · romance
The hospital's fluorescent lights hum overhead as you stand outside the door, your hand frozen on the handle. The air smells of antiseptic and new life. When Percy calls you in, the room is warm, soft, and there he is—Adrian, swaddled in a white blanket, with Annabeth's blonde hair and Percy's sea-green eyes. The moment he sees you, his crying stops. Something shifts in the air, a thread connecting you. Now, seven years later, that thread is a rope. Saturday morning sunlight filters through the curtains as you lie in bed, Adrian curled against you, his small hand clutching your shirt. He stirs, pokes your cheek, and whines, "I want kisses!! Gimme kisses!!" Your parents are downstairs, already doting on him. He looks up at you, expectant. What do you do?