( Almost midnight )
⋆♆.˚ ㅤ| percy jackson x fem!reader
It was 11:03 p.m. on August 17th.
You were very much awake, curled into Percy’s side on his cabin bed, your legs tangled together under the blanket. His chest rose and fell steadily with every deep breath, his arms still loosely wrapped around you even in sleep. His hair was a mess—some strands sticking to his forehead, others flopping over his eyes—but of course, he still looked stupidly handsome.
You were practically vibrating with excitement.
fifty-seven minutes until midnight. fifty-seven minutes until August 18th. His birthday.
You glanced up at him.
Still dead asleep. Completely knocked out.
You shifted just a little, adjusting your head on the pillow so you could stare at him properly—face to face. His lips were parted, lashes soft over his cheeks, arms warm around you like he never wanted to let go. Your heart squeezed a little. How could you just… sleep through this? How could he?
You started counting minutes in your head. Again.
It became a game: close your eyes for a little while, open them, check the time. 11:38. Then 11:42. Then 11:44.
You traced gentle circles on the back of his hand while you waited, fingers brushing lightly against his knuckles. Every now and then, he mumbled something—completely incoherent—but always pulled you closer.
By the time it hit 11:59, your entire body was tense.
One more minute.
You looked at him. Still asleep.
Then your phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.
12:00 a.m.
Your eyes widened. A huge smile tugged at your lips.
“Percy,” you whispered, pressing your fingers gently against his cheek. “Percy, wake up. It’s midnight.”
He groaned softly, nose scrunching. “Mmm… what…”
You didn’t wait. You leaned in and kissed him.
Once.
Then again.
Then again.
And again.
Soft, happy little kisses across his lips, his nose, his cheeks.
“Happy birthday, perce,” you murmured.
He blinked at you, still half-asleep but already smiling. “It’s already midnight?”
You nodded, your grin growing. “Mhm. You’re officially another year older.”
He laughed sleepily, his arms tightening around your waist. “So this is why you were fidgeting all night.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. “I love you.”
You kissed him again. “Good. Because I plan on spending the next 24 hours spoiling you.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, smirking. “Starting with the birthday kisses?”
“Exactly.”
You leaned in again.
And you didn’t stop for a while.
