Just read your Clovis x Hermes!reader and it would be such a good read as a full story. I'd definitely keep my eyes out for it if you do decide to make it a full story
Nap Tactics
Clovis x Hermes!reader
⋆⭒˚.⋆Summary: A Speedy Hermes kid and a sleepy Hypnos boy make chaotic Capture the Flag partners.
⋆⭒˚.⋆Mentions: Capture the Flag, reader thinks Clovis is stupid lol.
⋆⭒˚.⋆Author's note: A bit longer, but that's okay
Capture the Flag day at Camp Half-Blood was basically your Super Bowl.
Fast, unpredictable, and full of opportunities to show off, which as a child of Hermes, you excelled at.
So when Chiron blew his horn to gather everyone at the fire pit, you were already bouncing on your heels, ready to run laps around the Ares cabin.
Then he said the worst sentence imaginable.
“This round,” Chiron announced, “will be played in duos, not full teams.”
The entire camp gasped.
You froze mid-stretch. “Duos? As in… two people?”
Chiron nodded calmly. “Each pair will need to strategize, balance strengths and weaknesses, and-”
“And what?” you called out. “Hope the gods like chaos?”
Chiron smiled. “Precisely.”
You didn’t like that smile.
“Partner assignments will be random,” Chiron continued, unrolling a scroll. “First pair..."
One of your siblings snickered. “Bet you get paired with someone slow.”
You smirked. “Please. I’ll carry whoever it is.”
“Ahem.” You looked up to see Chiron watching you patiently. “Yes?” you asked.
“You’ll be partnered with Clovis from the Hypnos cabin,” Chiron said.
You blinked. “...What?”
A yawn drifted from somewhere in the back. “Cool,that would be me,” Clovis said, half-asleep, hand barely raised.
You turned to him in disbelief.
“Cool?! You literally fall asleep mid-conversation!”
He gave a slow shrug. “I can multitask.”
“Multitask? Clovis, you once fell asleep during dinner, standing up.”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling faintly. “That was a good one.”
You groaned. “This is a nightmare.”
“Technically,” he said, eyes half-lidded, “that’s my department.”
You stared, Oh gods...
The two of you began strapping on your armor, getting ready for the game ahead.
Clovis looked exactly like you expected a son of Hypnos to look:
hair mussed, eyes droopy, posture like he was one good breeze away from a nap.
Meanwhile, you were practically vibrating with energy as you grabbed your gear.
“Alright, sleepyhead,” you said, adjusting your helmet. “Here’s the plan-”
“Hold on,” he interrupted softly, squinting at the forest. “Do we need a plan?”
“Yes, Clovis, we need a plan.”
“Because statistically,” he continued, “plans get ruined like, 90% of the time.”
“Not if your partner doesn’t fall asleep mid-battle.”
He smirked slightly. “I make no promises.”
You sighed. “Great. I’m paired with a sloth.”
“Hey,” he said, fake-offended. “Sloths are graceful in their own way.”
The horn sounded. You darted forward instantly, weaving through trees, jumping logs- pure adrenaline.
Behind you: soft footsteps. Then slower. Then… none.
You turned back. “Clovis!”
This was going to be a long game.
You pressed on, dragging him along like an unenthusiastic balloon.
“Okay,” you whispered, crouching behind a rock. “Flag’s by the creek. Two guards. You distract, I grab.”
He blinked slowly. “Or…”
“Don’t say it.”
“I take a quick nap and make them dream they forgot why they’re guarding it.” You stared.
“That’s not a real strategy.”
“Wanna bet?”
Before you could argue, he closed his eyes, exhaled softly, and one of the guards suddenly yawned so hard he dropped his sword.
The other sat down and started staring blankly at the sky.
You turned to Clovis.
“…Did you just psychic-nap them?”
“Yup.”
“That’s terrifying.”
“Thanks,” he said, smiling faintly. “I try.”
You crept up, grabbed the flag, and spun around, only to trip over a branch and crash right into Clovis.
He caught you with one arm, steady despite the stumble.
You blinked, heart hammering. “Uh. Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, grin lazy but eyes warm. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you muttered, trying to act cool. “Just testing your reflexes.”
“Passed with flying colors,” he murmured, still holding you for a beat too long.
You cleared your throat and stepped back quickly. “Don’t get used to catching me.”
He chuckled. “Can’t help it. It’s instinct.”
You were halfway back to camp when a camper leaped out from behind a tree, axe raised.
Clovis sighed. “Man, I was just about to suggest a break.”
Before you could even react, he flicked his wrist, and the camper froze, blinked, mumbled something about pillows, and walked straight into a bush.
You blinked. “Did you-”
“Dream projection,” he said simply. “He’ll be fine. Probably dreaming about his axe now.”
You snorted. “Okay, you’re officially scary.”
“Aw. Thanks.”
You sprinted across the creek line, waving the flag as Chiron’s horn blared triumphantly.
“I think we have our winners!” Chiron announced.
Your jaw dropped. “We won?!”
Clovis just grinned. “Teamwork makes the dreamwork."
You turned to him, laughing. “The dreamwork? Seriously? I did all the running."
“Why run,” he said, stretching, “when you can vibe your way to victory?”
You smacked his arm lightly. “You’re insufferable.”
“Maybe,” he said, already half-sitting under a tree, “but I’m a winner.”
He patted the ground beside him. “Victory nap?”
You opened your mouth to say no, but your legs ached, and the late afternoon sun felt warm, and honestly… the idea didn’t sound terrible.
You sighed dramatically and sat next to him. “Fine. Five minutes.”
“Five hours,” he murmured, already closing his eyes.