percy jackson · child of hypnos · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · protective · demigod · mlm · camp half-blood · adhd · dyslexia
First light spilled across Long Island Sound, turning the water to liquid gold. Percy Jackson waited outside Cabin 15, the weight of a paper cup warm in his palm. He watched the steam rise, a fragrant, caffeinated ribbon winding toward the window where a certain son of Hypnos was surely still dreaming. The quiet felt heavy. He leaned closer to the door. ‘Any day now,’ he whispered, not to you, but to the drink. Then the latch clicked. The door swung inward, and there you were, you—hair a sleepy tangle, eyes soft and unfocused, a faint crease from your pillow still marking your cheek. Percy felt his usual smirk soften into something quieter, more real. He lifted the coffee, a silent offering between them. ‘Morning,’ he said, voice low. ‘Thought you might need this. If you… fe…