Percy-centric one-shot
Percy Jackson has many titles: The Savior of Olympus, Scourge of the Titans and Giants, The Son of Poseidon, Fulfiller of the Great Prophecy, Spawn of the Earthskaker, but chef is not one of them. Yet here he was, awake before noon on a Saturday, clothed in only his blue pajama pants and a "Kiss the Cook" apron.
Why? Well maybe it had to do with the day. Today was a special day that only came once a year, and Percy wanted to surprise his lover by doing something unusual.
He could only hope that the slightly-burnt pancakes, crispy bacon, and a nice glass of orange juice in his finding Nemo mug would help start the day on a good note.
Percy made his way toward the large saltwater fish tank. He'd checked a million times, but he just wanted to be sure the box was where he'd left it.
He reached into the tank, willing his hand to stay dry, and reached into the center of the anemone. He asked it to please not sting him, but he did scare Nemo, his pet clownfish.
"Sorry," he whispered to the striped fish.
Master Perseus, please be more careful! And stop waking me up to check on the box. I would alert you if it had moved!
"I promise I won't bother you about it again, Nemo. After all, today's the day."
Nemo's mood improved significantly. You mean... Oh, Master Perseus, this is wonderful news! I knew you were making the right decision by keeping this one. Now that I have guarded the ring box, may I be fed?
Percy chuckled as he withdrew the velvet box from the tank. He flipped it open, then closed, and sighed, swallowing his nerves. He reached over to the fish food, popped the lid, and sprinkled a few flakes in for Nemo and some more for his other fish.
Percy carefully laid out the breakfast on his best dishes, so on the few things he had that were all blue and not broken or chipped. He placed a birthday candle in the center of the pancakes and set a napkin beside the plate, carefully arranging the silverware on top. He made his way back to his bedroom quietly, stopping in the doorway for a moment.
His breath caught when he looked at the sleeping figure, still wrapped in his blue sheets. He was mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of their chest. His eyes tracing the sharp facial features and the lips that he knew to be as soft as silk. He silently thanked Apollo for the way the gentle sunbeams illuminated his lover.
Percy snapped out of his trance when his sweetheart stirred, pulling the blanket over their head to avoid the light. Percy jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist.
"Good morning, Sunshine," he murmured.
He was greeted with a groan. "Five more minutes." The smaller demigod tried rolling over, but Percy wasn't going to give up that easily.
"I made breakfast," he encouraged.
A head suddenly popped out from under the covers.
"You cooked? I'm not sure whether to be grateful or worried," his partner teased with a smile.
"I love you," Percy whispered, his fingers fumbling with the box in his pocket. That would be a surprise for later, but first, breakfast. "And happy birthday," he added as they intertwined hands.
"I love you too. Always." They kissed gently, chastely, like kids. They pulled back giggling. "Now let's see about this radioactive food of yours."